interviewee | OPEN RP POST

[Louis leans into Armand's kiss, reaching around and placing a hand at the small of Armand's back.]

It's needed. [Louis chases another kiss from Armand's lips.] He's a journalist, it's what he does.

And afterward, what then? [ Armand kisses him back, a desperation now evident in his gaze, his touch. ] Will the wounds not be so freshly bled that you might end up feeling tempted to gouge them back open again and again? Never to heal. If not worse.

[ He lets the implication hang. ]

I can't lose you again, Louis.

[Louis never wants Armand to feel desperate, exposed, needy. He leans over Armand, his hands bracketing Armand's waist.

Louis acutely remembers the last time he wounded himself when he walked out into the sun. How long it took to heal, how he nearly lost Armand and himself to death.]

I never want to put you in that position again. [Louis sucks in a breath and nods.] Let me think about it. Maybe keep Daniel away a few days.

[ Armand's expression softens with relief, his body slowly seeming to release most of the tension it's been collecting. ]

A few days would do us all a great deal of good, I think.

[ He nods, leaning close — nearly forehead to forehead, or as close as he's able to reach from this angle — to nudge Louis's nose against his own. ]

Maybe Mr. Molloy will finally learn that having a poor bedside manner does actually carry some consequences in his profession.

[Louis leans in to kiss Armand, tugging at the collar of his silk shirt.]

He wasn't always like this. [The boy Louis had met had been eager, excited, not bitter and tired and abrasive.]

We'll take a few days. Just you and me and any food we need. How 'bout that?

It's not an uncommon affliction— the perils of old age can make cynics out of even the most bright and promising young dreamers. But if only they could understand that taking out that resentment upon the rest of the world once they've finished with growing up still won't make them any more interesting.

[ His teeth graze Louis's lower lip as his own mouth forms a smile against him. ]

It sounds divine. Like a second honeymoon.

Vampires don't get like that. Well, most of us don't. Why's that?

[At least Louis's cynicism was born from experiencing Lestat and the warfront not long after. He presses his mouth more firmly to Armand's,] Just like that.

To a vampire, the mortal lifespan is little more than a prolonged adolescence. We age a great deal more slowly, one could say, [ he taps a finger to his temple to indicate he means mentally, not physically. ] Yet we mature much faster.

[ Well, perhaps that part might be considered arguable, to some... though not to Armand, who is obviously chock full of ancient wisdom.

He holds Louis closer, affectionately nipping at his lips as he pants into the kiss, pulling them both back down toward the mattress. ]

Guess that makes sense. There's definitely a growing curve.

[Louis witnessed it with Lestat, but especially with Claudia. For now though, Louis tries to tuck Claudia neatly out of his mind so he can focus on how Armand pulls him down against the mattress. Having several days of quiet would do both of them good.

And Armand is so good to him. Louis reaches to hold Armand's jaw in place while he smothers Armand with a heavy kiss.]

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cw: self-harm (reference to walking out into the sun)

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