#thread: armand

[starlightintheirwake]

DANIEL: "Why are you looking at me like that?" (Daniel to Armand / infinitusvoces)

He has watched Daniel's every move since the day he arrived in his home. Hand-delivered, one might say. Dangled over Armand's head, one might say more, if one did not know any better.

He has watched Daniel feel his eyes on him, and he has watched Daniel ignore it.

Now they are alone with potential hours to be so depending upon Louis' waking from the previous day's rest. Armand watches Daniel now from his spot across the dining table, intense eyes as focused as they are unreadable.

"Looking at you how, Mr. Molloy?"

@infinitusvoces

[starlightintheirwake]

The hotel is luxurious. Armand has booked the top floor suite. The bathroom alone is massive. It's far wall is a floor to ceiling window offering a shimmering view of Seattle's skyline.

Armand's attention is held by a more beautiful view. Daniel Molloy, nude in a jetted tub larger than some people's motor vehicles. Dressed in a short black robe and nothing else, Armand lingers unmoving in the doorway, content only to watch him.

Four years out from San Francisco and Armand can not say when chasing Daniel became accompanying Daniel wherever he happens to go, but it is now most of their time is spent together.

He has found he likes to give things to Daniel. He has learned that Daniel likes gifts in the form of experiences- food, culture, hotels so decadent it is a parody of itself.

Armand appears behind Daniel. His marked throat and chest, where Armand sank his fangs only a couple hours earlier, call to him but his cool hands go to Daniel's shoulders instead.

Fondly, "You are looking relaxed."

@infinitusvoces

[starlightintheirwake]

The handcuffs are functionally unnecessary, yet the visual of Daniel Molloy restrained on his bed is the sort of thing religions spring from.

Armand's straddling him, nude and impaled on his cock. He could ride him all evening. He might even do it; for at least as long as it takes to get Daniel delirious with it.

He sighs in pleasure as he tips his head back, loose dark curls falling about his shoulders. Armand grinds his hips against Daniel's lap, and slides into his mind. Armand looks through his senses, searching for the angle in his own body that Daniel likes.

Armand finds it and snaps back to himself. He fucks himself on Daniel just like that, and he lingers at the edge of his thoughts the way he always does when they're together this way.

@infinitusvoces

[starlightintheirwake]

Damon asked: ❝ you wanna dance? ❞ (damon to armand / infinitusvoces)

He cannot recall the last time he was asked to dance. He cannot recall the last time he'd danced at all.

"I am certain I do not remember how, I'm afraid." Is that the way to phrase it? Surely there was a time he knew.

Armand glides into Damon's space, delivering himself into his arms. A light application of the cloud gift would close the vertical distance between them, but Armand does not do it now.

He's grown fond of peering up at his beloved. He does so, the warmth in his chest radiating in his features. "Are you going to show me, Damon?"

@infinitusvoces

[starlightintheirwake]

continued from here ( x )

"Fine," Armand means to remark plainly, but his curt tone indicates otherwise. He supposes it doesn't matter. He's skimming Lestat's thoughts as it is, and making no attempt to shield his own.

Armand stares at him. He watches Lestat glance about, and he neither speaks nor moves. He was 'fine'. Precisely until this conversation, but he refuses to allow Lestat de Lioncourt a rise from him. Yet in his throat where all his desire and contempt lives, Armand feels it all the same.

If this encounter were to turn hostile, it would have by now, but it doesn't mean Armand wishes to exchange pleasantries. Still, he does not ask Lestat to leave.

Patiently he waits for Lestat to look his way, wide eyes unblinking. He meets him with the Mind Gift.

You have my electronic mail address.

@monsieur-lemort