PATIENTLY he waits for the sun to set over the horizon, Louis would find that it was best to work when the darkness consumes the city life so they were able to leave the doors OPEN. With no more muttering of the past, the silence was like a welcomed hug. He breathes in the fresh air as slow as he possibly can. A hallowed sigh escapes him afterword as if his lungs were already tired. The journalist has been standing out here for hours, it seems. If he desired, he could READ the other’s mind if there was a reason to ---- but there was no reason to.
❝ IF you are still hungry, there will be snacks prepared for you in the common room --- ( After the numerous amount of 7 course meals, surely Daniel wasn’t hungry anymore. Though, who is to say if human’s are able to be hungry just as often as THEY are. ) MOSTLY baked goods as our chef is highly fond of the way she can makes sweet lemon cookies now & have someone ENJOY them. If you happen to eat one, do let me know how it tastes ---- ❞ Those easy lemon cookies pack a powerful lemon punch, so he was told. They look SOFT & dense rather than cakey, how he wished he was able to try a bite. Humans to live among them, most have a sustained life style here in the tower --- comfortably knowing that vampire’s are the head of such a household, the DECORE on the walls says enough on who’s home it really is. Armand glanced up with a large innocent eyes. There was no expression readable on his face but he had to confine in being heard, so eye contact SEEMED important here. / @reconciliatio
