spice up my Saturday, bay-bee.
Mein family is going to the movies this afternoon, so you know what that means ... HOUSE TO MYSELF! I didn't feel like going. I'm not a big "movie in the theater" kinda girl, plus I'm covered in ink and paint. I'm serious. I have paint on my face, my entire left arm is covered in ink and I have paint all over my clothes. :( YES, I WAS DRAWING
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When he told Armand no not now, it didn't sound like he believed his own words. As young as he was, Armand would die one day and Marius was beginning to realize this. Armand was a doll that wouldn't keep forever, that would wilt with age, the porcelain skin wrinkling and one day decaying, becoming nothing. Thousands of years are a breath that sighs slowly, but mortal life was but a blink of an eye. It was hard for Marius to understand sometimes, as ancient as he was.
He would turn around and look Armand in the eye, almost as if to reassure himself, Armand's round eyes, rosy cheeks. He would run a hand through his thick auburn hair and tell him no and swear it was not time yet.
*
With his violet eyes flashing, Daniel was again pressing the issue. "You have it, you know I want it!"
"I can't give it to you." Ever..
"And why not? You're just being selfish, isn't that it?"
"Making you what I am would be selfish," Armand replied. "I realize that. One day, you will to."
"Did your maker deny it? You'll crack like him, I know it."
"No, because I love you too much."
"If you loved me, you would give me what I want."
"If you loved me," Armand said quietly, "you would give me what I want." His words echoed in his own mind and he could hear them falling back, eons ago, but coming from another mouth. Vampirism was a circle, wasn't it? But only for those who regret.
"One day, you will thank me not doing as you asked."
"From beyond the grave?"
"Daniel," he said sharply, "enjoy being alive."
But he wasn't so sure and he could feel over the centuries, Marius' conviction and then doubt. Marius saying the same thing to him, enjoy the sun, the taste of fruit, the absence of lust for blood.
"I do lust for blood," Armand had said, longing. "Yours!"
He could hear the same words coming out of Daniel's mouth and Marius' replies coming from his own.
"So you really love me, huh?" Daniel had said after a long silence. "Too much to let me live?"
"This isn't living."
"You only say that because you're immortal! Can't you remember being mortal? Wasn't the age of death very young then? Couldn't you remember your fear?"
Armand could remember Marius' paint-covered hands stroke his face, he could remember the cold, he could remember the way the stones felt under his mortal feet, the normal smell of paint and wood, the pleasures of sex, wine, music that didn't hurt his head. But above all he could remember the current constantly pulsing through his mind and veins, that someday this would be gone and he would be dead if he was not given the Blood.
He didn't tell this to Daniel, as he stood facing him, but instead crept towards him and bowed Daniel's neck and took a small drink, Daniel going still, sighing in ecstasy, his eyes rolling back into his head with pleasure and soon slumber.
He lay Daniel on the bed, not a drop spilled, stroked his hair and whispered into his ear: "Fear? Yes. But It doesn't compare to the fear I feel for you now and even stronger than that is the love. That's why I cannot do it." Now.
*
Power shifts through the years and it had passed on to Armand and one day he knew, against his will, but knowing his own weakness, it would pass on to Daniel.
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