“ you’ve got something on your face . ” && either muse .
“ you don’t look like you’re from around here . ” && armand .
“ that was a close call . ” && claudia .
( pick the one you like best ! :] )
for beloved @purpleavenger .. i actually had trouble deciding </3
Armand hadn't been to New York City before. He supposed it wasn't too different from Paris. Filled with people, covered in filth, drowning in humans. But it was far different than he'd ever anticipated. Even just the ambiance was different. It was quieter in Paris, somehow. Perhaps because he'd thought of it as home for so long.
The sound of a voice pulled him out of his thoughts. At first, he paid it no mind, but when it was met with no response from anyone else, he forced himself to turn his head.
A woman. Her eyes were locked on him. He chuckled, stuffing his hands into his pockets. He hadn't anticipated this— talking with anyone, let alone a mortal— but he put on a smile for her regardless. The corners of his lips alone move to form one.
"Am I that obvious?" Armand replied, an eyebrow raised as he turned to face her completely. If it wasn't obvious before, it certainly was now. His accent was a dead giveaway. "I was hoping to blend in." He told her, his voice taking on a more playful tone.











