"I'm sure I could still find a treasure or two if you ever wanted to go sailing with me for a little bit. God knows, pirates are aplenty." But they're not as fun as they used to be years ago, and nothing like those in films, so entertaining to watch. Far more vicious and better armed. A pity. Then again, that makes getting rid of criminals all the more satisfying. They're not the sort of scum the world will miss.
He has yet to see Ganymede angry in that icy way that makes it show as terrifyingly calm, but if he did, he would probably find it pretty hot, actually. It's not difficult to find anything Ganymede does attractive; it comes naturally to the man. It's only that Armand is also fond of humans' darker parts; as long as they don't abuse the wrong people, they make them just as fascinating as having a good heart.
Arm wrapped around Ganymede, he gives it a light tug when his friend's smile wavers, understanding all too well that kind of loss. Nothing can really replace certain people, certain places, experiences you wished you had the chance to enjoy one last time, but you know it will never happen. Even the most heartless of vampires or the most casual of immortals suffer from the same affliction.
"I do remember that kind of music, the one that came from the people. The world seemed so much smaller back then, not in a bad way."
He doesn't have proper words of comfort because nothing had ever worked for him either, so he hopes that the proximity helps, that being someone to talk to and lending his ear might soothe the sting of loneliness for the times gone by. He agrees with Ganymede on the matter of clothes and food; they just don't do things the same way anymore, and sometimes it's for the best, and other times it's one less good thing in the world. He does love technology and how it separates and brings people closer at the same time, but it can be that Armand's fondness of it is interwoven with his fond memories of Daniel teaching him how to use all sorts of machines so many decades ago.
"Tell me about your children." Armand says instead, knowing that memories are painful, but thinking of them can also bring up the moments when life felt lighter and kinder. "Please."
He adds it a moment later, as an afterthought, but not unkindly or manipulative. Armand is more blunt when he's not putting up a front, and those happen when he's with people he trusts, hence why he can be a bit curt when asking for things even when he's trying to help. If Ganymede doesn't want to share that part of himself, though, Armand won't ask again.
Once they make it to the Ancient World exhibit, he can see immediately the change of behavior in his companion and can't help the smile poking at the corner of his lips. They should have come here sooner.
"After so many years? That's a good memento to keep. I never got to keep anything that mattered from..." He almost says 'my time in Venice,' but amends at the last moment. "...before. But the memories are enough." Meager as they are, but this isn't about him. Ganymede's arm gets another tug, playfully now.
"To find your inspired art, we should look for people swooning and fanning themselves."
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He has yet to see Ganymede angry in that icy way that makes it show as terrifyingly calm, but if he did, he would probably find it pretty hot, actually. It's not difficult to find anything Ganymede does attractive; it comes naturally to the man. It's only that Armand is also fond of humans' darker parts; as long as they don't abuse the wrong people, they make them just as fascinating as having a good heart.
Arm wrapped around Ganymede, he gives it a light tug when his friend's smile wavers, understanding all too well that kind of loss. Nothing can really replace certain people, certain places, experiences you wished you had the chance to enjoy one last time, but you know it will never happen. Even the most heartless of vampires or the most casual of immortals suffer from the same affliction.
"I do remember that kind of music, the one that came from the people. The world seemed so much smaller back then, not in a bad way."
He doesn't have proper words of comfort because nothing had ever worked for him either, so he hopes that the proximity helps, that being someone to talk to and lending his ear might soothe the sting of loneliness for the times gone by. He agrees with Ganymede on the matter of clothes and food; they just don't do things the same way anymore, and sometimes it's for the best, and other times it's one less good thing in the world. He does love technology and how it separates and brings people closer at the same time, but it can be that Armand's fondness of it is interwoven with his fond memories of Daniel teaching him how to use all sorts of machines so many decades ago.
"Tell me about your children." Armand says instead, knowing that memories are painful, but thinking of them can also bring up the moments when life felt lighter and kinder. "Please."
He adds it a moment later, as an afterthought, but not unkindly or manipulative. Armand is more blunt when he's not putting up a front, and those happen when he's with people he trusts, hence why he can be a bit curt when asking for things even when he's trying to help. If Ganymede doesn't want to share that part of himself, though, Armand won't ask again.
Once they make it to the Ancient World exhibit, he can see immediately the change of behavior in his companion and can't help the smile poking at the corner of his lips. They should have come here sooner.
"After so many years? That's a good memento to keep. I never got to keep anything that mattered from..." He almost says 'my time in Venice,' but amends at the last moment. "...before. But the memories are enough." Meager as they are, but this isn't about him. Ganymede's arm gets another tug, playfully now.
"To find your inspired art, we should look for people swooning and fanning themselves."