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Bouquet de Fleurs (1665)

— by Simon Verelst

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"Ah mon petit, you are in fact my favorite distraction." Was it Armand who always wanted him? He could see that clearly now. What a waste they spent, years upon years playing their little game when they could have settled down and slipped into this pure bliss as they were right now. However, maybe it was the fact that Lestat never liked to give himself away so easily. Especially toward that of The Vampire Armand. The dance they created, only they knew the steps and always in tune. Most stepped on their toes when they attempted this dance, but now when doing so together. There was that little twinkle in the other's eye that he had when his hand perched against his side. Leaning back, his other hand brushes back curls from those sleepy eyes. "I sometimes do forget when I dream that I am here with you. I wake up unaware of my surroundings until I catch my bearings and feel you. Do I ground you as much as you ground me? Have I known you have such a powerful way of pulling my out of my daydreams, I may have sought you out years ago."

The cold bed was inviting enough but waking up to feel a body against his own, nude and vulnerable, was comforting to say the least. Nails usually tickle against the ribcage, guiding upwards toward the frame and shoulders. Where he then kisses Armand next as he sits there within his lap on the piano bench. " I do enjoy you, being alone it's .... so last century." He laughs through his nose, still gazing within those orche hues.

armand could hear the music through lestat's body like a wave of emotion, a soft cascading of colors behind his eyes rivaling those on the tree. it fills him up in a way only music can, the peculiar movements of his arms rocking him back into a stasis of his own content warmth. indeed, armand was no pianist but the way lestat's body movies under his embrace is comforting to him anyway.

"the bed is cold without you." armand answers and pulls his hands up to his shoulders so he can squeeze them. "i'm also cold without you." lestat's flesh beneath his fingers is so pliant and squishy - armand squeezes and moves them to his biceps so that he can squeeze there, too.

the kiss only inspires the little imp to lean in closer, returning that kiss in the exact same place on lestat's angular jaw.

"i woke up missing you." forehead to his temple now, armand fully embraces the man pulling his clever fingers from the keys as he slides towards his side, perching on the bench.

"for a moment i forgot where I was. do you ever forget?" armand faces lestat, finally looking into his eyes.

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He did as commanded and began to play what the other had ordered him to do, it was hard to say no to Armand. There was never a chance to argue anymore and even when they did they talked it out casually and spoke up about their feelings as best as possible. Lestat felt as if his entire life was being listened to the moment he opened his mouth and they began conversation. Though, now was not the time for such a thing. His fingers remained dancing across the keys up and down the piano.

Just before this, the prince had made way from Armand's bed where he nests for the day. They had curled themselves into each other the all that time before, he had hoped that many nights like that would continue. The darkness and close intimacy of a coffin was nice but an open bed with many silk sheets within a darkened room with no windows did justice. Shielding them away from the days sun, at least for his own sake as such a star scorns his skin and causes it to burn.

While he played, he turned his head and kisses the side of the sleepy vampire's face, letting his lips guide down upon his jawline. " Good evening, did you sleep alright?" He asked through hushed tunes of the specific song.

there was a time in armand's life where he did not wake to soft, poignant music like he does so often these nights. when he wakes on this particular evening, to a tune he doesn't recognize, his first thought is that lestat is too boistrous for such an early evening but as he draws near the parlor on the main floor, he sees that it's nearly half midnight.

that tired, messy head of his turns towards the fireplace and then to the christmas tree. he should say something. a greeting, perhaps.

armand doesn't do that. instead, he moves to go stand behind lestat so that he could drape himself across his back, ear to the back of his head, small hands wrapping around his neck in an attempt to leech him of his head from the fire. he smells good, too. familiar, like his own bed.

closing his eyes, armand sighs, relaxing against lestat.

"play hark the herald." he murmurs, stroking a hand across the mans chest where his heart rests.

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The star flash of tinsel glitters brightly and ribbons of flame dance in the hearth of the fire. As someone had just finished putting up the last of the decorations on the tree, ornaments hung loosely on the branch, the lights dimmed but it kept the spirit of the holiday within the household. These holidays were quite inconvenient for that of a vampire, at least for Lestat. When one had no aspect of faith anymore, celebrating something that did not exist seemed to be kind of a waste of time. However, the blonde needed to understand that not everything had to be related of the Christian faith. Even those who didn't believe in anything still participated in the holiday season for one reason or another. Perhaps it gave people something to do every year than mope around wishing in miracles. Sitting at the piano, he remained with such spirits, playing soft carols against the tune keys. The faithful Armand had just entered the room; from first glance, Lestat assumed that he had just woken up from a deep slumber, the sleep in his eyes proved it. Quickly, avoiding eye contact, the blonde went back to focusing on his fingers as they danced on the keys of the grand piano. Many within the house would be so pleased with the change, as the carols were quite cheery than the norm in which he plays. There was a soft smile on his face, simply because of the attention that his playing usually attracts no matter what he plays. He had hoped Armand was content with the recent playing, as he was the one that Lestat was more focused on.

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