It had been awful. It had been beautiful. Armand thought he might cast the journalist out into the sun moments after. He remembered Louis' distress after the girl, and he wondered if he felt that way. If it was the same, or if it was something else; whatever it was, it rewired something in him. He has been contemplating it ever since. Often with resentment (self-fulfilling), but also—
Violence, even like this. Typical of Louis to slip into anger. Armand is glad they aren't doing this in person.
The little family they sold their shares to was priced out when the building was bought. They got an awful deal on it. They relocated to Delaware in a very nice house. Not ruined, not by far. But it irked Armand. They had chosen carefully. His project begins to move gas cans down a hallway, to the family-sized penthouse unit once occupied by two vampires.
'Didn't I?'
He had been there for the interview. He had been there in San Fransisco. Daniel, brilliant writer, terrible partner, drug addict. Daniel is his fledgling. Armand closes his hands around the idea, the brazen and true thought, and the silver thread* in his mind. Feels a strange thread of jealousy that begins to burn.
'You aren't entitled to that anymore.' A mental shrug, slipping away from ruthless hammering. 'Nor to these demands you're making of me. I have left you quite alone, Louis.'
If he knew he was going to be confronted (perhaps he should have anticipated this, in hindsight) he might have actually done something. Even if only to amuse himself. But he hasn't. He wants that part to just be done. He has kept is distance and minded his own business, and Louis is still angry at him? It shivers through him, burning a little deeper.
* armand doesnt know what weed and slightly expired speed feel like its fine
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Violence, even like this. Typical of Louis to slip into anger. Armand is glad they aren't doing this in person.
The little family they sold their shares to was priced out when the building was bought. They got an awful deal on it. They relocated to Delaware in a very nice house. Not ruined, not by far. But it irked Armand. They had chosen carefully. His project begins to move gas cans down a hallway, to the family-sized penthouse unit once occupied by two vampires.
'Didn't I?'
He had been there for the interview. He had been there in San Fransisco. Daniel, brilliant writer, terrible partner, drug addict. Daniel is his fledgling. Armand closes his hands around the idea, the brazen and true thought, and the silver thread* in his mind. Feels a strange thread of jealousy that begins to burn.
'You aren't entitled to that anymore.' A mental shrug, slipping away from ruthless hammering. 'Nor to these demands you're making of me. I have left you quite alone, Louis.'
If he knew he was going to be confronted (perhaps he should have anticipated this, in hindsight) he might have actually done something. Even if only to amuse himself. But he hasn't. He wants that part to just be done. He has kept is distance and minded his own business, and Louis is still angry at him? It shivers through him, burning a little deeper.
* armand doesnt know what weed and slightly expired speed feel like its fine