This chair is mine

[sweariwontdie]

Armand made some tea and claimed a chair in the main room. He had his sketchbook out, but wasn't drawing. He was thinking, and he didn't like what he was thinking. Feel free to interrupt him.

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[sadist_daemon]

*here's Daemon, passing by with a squirming Daemonar in hand, but he'll stop and arch an eyebrow at Armand* Good afternoon.

[sweariwontdie]

*goes a tiny bit pale at recognizing the voice, but sees the baby when he looks up, even though he's a baby with wings, and smiles automatically* *closes his notebook deliberately to gather his wits* Bonjour! *a lot more false cheer in that than he feels*

[sadist_daemon]

*used to people being falsely cheerful at him by now, but is a bit distracted by the squirmy baby* You've met Daemonar, yes?

[sweariwontdie]

*still trying to keep up that cheer* Probably. I don't remember though. He... seems terribly active. How old is he?

[sadist_daemon]

Of course he's active, he's his father's son. *grins a bit ruefully* He's ...about five months, now, I think.

[sweariwontdie]

((switching to prose, sorry))

At the phrase 'his father's son' Armand glances up at Daemon's face, trying to avoid his eyes, but it should be obvious what he's thinking then. "He's so big for that age," he finally says. "My son is around a month old."

[sadist_daemon]

*raises an eyebrow* Well, he's Eyrien. *and gives Armand a bit of a sharp glance, before stifling a laugh* You think he's mine? Mother Night, if he were mine Lucivar'd have murdered me by now.

[sweariwontdie]

Hearing the laugh relaxed him a bit, even if it were over a mistake he'd made. "He's not? I'd wondered about the wings. He's family though?" Armand tried to keep his tone light.

[sadist_daemon]

My nephew, yes. *ruffles the baby's hair, carefully* He's ...a handful.

[sweariwontdie]

"Are those, umm, wings functional yet?" Obviously, Armand would rather talk about babies than what was troubling him.

[sadist_daemon]

Thank the darkness, not yet. I leave that up to the Prick and Marian when he can use them.

[sweariwontdie]

Armand nodded like he knew who they were, but since he doesn't, he looked faintly worried. "Are you well, then?"

[sadist_daemon]

As well as I ever am, yes.

[sweariwontdie]

"That's good to hear," Armand said carefully, even though he didn't really know what that meant in practice.

"Have you heard any more from Prince Paul?"

[sadist_daemon]

Quite suddenly, the room seems to drop in temperature. "No. If I do, he won't be here for long."

[sweariwontdie]

Armand shivered, and looked around nervously, trying to convince himself that the source of the cold wasn't the man in front of him. "I-I approve, as if that matters. I didn't mean any criticsm."

He looked away, still cold. "Some people here are just... beasts."