Sharp nails fly by just past the end of Armand's nose in one last attempted swipe as Lestat is seized, flung upwards and away.
Lands without grace, tumbles across concrete, only half-catching himself with his own ability to stay in the air. It is out loud and in English that he barks, "You stay away from him," a crack of baritone volume and snarl that is so different to slithering thought, wolf fangs in his mouth. Lies, Armand lying, Armand a liar.
Armand's blood on his knuckles, leaking from broken nose and mouth and eye socket. It taints the air, the smell of it, like static electricity.
'He used you to punish himself,' a faster thing, silkier, as Lestat gets to his feet. 'That is what you are. The lash wielded by whoever can stand to touch you, and he needs you no longer. Take your slave-love and go.'
He has already fed, but saliva gathers in his mouth. Hunger, a tangling, liminal sensation for a vampire.
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Lands without grace, tumbles across concrete, only half-catching himself with his own ability to stay in the air. It is out loud and in English that he barks, "You stay away from him," a crack of baritone volume and snarl that is so different to slithering thought, wolf fangs in his mouth. Lies, Armand lying, Armand a liar.
Armand's blood on his knuckles, leaking from broken nose and mouth and eye socket. It taints the air, the smell of it, like static electricity.
'He used you to punish himself,' a faster thing, silkier, as Lestat gets to his feet. 'That is what you are. The lash wielded by whoever can stand to touch you, and he needs you no longer. Take your slave-love and go.'
He has already fed, but saliva gathers in his mouth. Hunger, a tangling, liminal sensation for a vampire.