Vincent
- Ingenious Pilot -
Me here at last on the ground, you in mid air%\0\%
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Post by Vincent on May 9, 2009 13:46:00 GMT -5
Vincent blinked once, twice. He was too surprised to answer Armand right away. He wasn't sure what to say, and could only stare blankly at nothing, his mouth slightly open, trying to find his words. "I... No, I didn't mean to..." His voice betrayed him, and now he really needed to clear his voice, before he could continue. Vincent looked up at Armand. "I'm sorry." he said gravely. "But there's no need to speak to me like I am a child. Yes, I may act like one sometimes, and yes, you may be several hundred years older than me, but I still don't think it's neccecary for you to talk like that. I didn't mean to eavesdrop on you to, it just happened. And frankly, I don't care wether he is your lover or not. I just figured it might have been less akward if it weren't someone that close to you as a lover might be..." Vincent stopped talking instantly. Maybe he had said too much... But at least he had told Armand how he felt.
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Post by Armand on May 12, 2009 5:21:32 GMT -5
Armand's lips parted in a smile, faint bell-like laughter barely reaching Vincent's ears. "I'm not speaking to you like a child," he said. "I'm speaking to you like a fool. If you don't care, then don't inquire, and if your intention was to make this less awkward then don't ask awkward questions."
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Vincent
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Me here at last on the ground, you in mid air%\0\%
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Post by Vincent on May 20, 2009 14:59:31 GMT -5
Vincent shrugged. "Fine then. I won't." He stared into the fire, trying to hide the fact that he was upset still. Armand seemed as cold as Aurel, that was for sure. Maybe even colder. At least Aurel was passionate.
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on May 20, 2009 16:49:46 GMT -5
((Filtered through my Nicki-brain, that sentence is... *cracks up*))
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Post by Armand on May 21, 2009 7:36:49 GMT -5
(( Yeah, yeah. ^_^ ))
Armand turned his head towards the window, dismissing the sulking Vincent for the moment but still with a faint smile at his expense. He wondered whether, at that very minute, Paris' own version of Jack the Ripper was killing again. Upset or no, Nicolas had better have learned to hide his left-overs.
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