Lestat helps. Hands braced, pushing along, and between them, it's easy enough that the help is more a matter of balance and direction. He listens, and also listens, and in the dark, looking at the dappled moonlight glancing off the glass of the shitty car's back window, his pupils spread inkily in bright blue.
A very satisfying execution to witness. He laughs, both a response to banter, as well as the rush he can feel that scores this memory bright and vivid into record.
"Then I will tell you, I have met our origins. I have partaken in its blood."
Something faintly ridiculous about even brushing against this subject while trundling a car along the backwoods of Atlanta to hide the evidence of an okay dinner, but there's been little opportunity for graceful landings over the past several decades.
"And although your revelatory text casts me as the narcissistic untrustworthy manipulator, among others," because let's give credit where credit is due, Armand didn't make it out great, "I have never lied when asked for my story."
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A very satisfying execution to witness. He laughs, both a response to banter, as well as the rush he can feel that scores this memory bright and vivid into record.
"Then I will tell you, I have met our origins. I have partaken in its blood."
Something faintly ridiculous about even brushing against this subject while trundling a car along the backwoods of Atlanta to hide the evidence of an okay dinner, but there's been little opportunity for graceful landings over the past several decades.
"And although your revelatory text casts me as the narcissistic untrustworthy manipulator, among others," because let's give credit where credit is due, Armand didn't make it out great, "I have never lied when asked for my story."