"Beds? Yes, they are. I've been using them these last decades far more often than my other, smaller choice of furniture when it comes to rest for that very reason too. It's also easier to find bedsheets that fit."
He means the coffin, of course. Armand still keeps one around, but it's really more for sentimentality’s sake than anything else. He has mixed feelings about it and the partners he shared the coffin with in the past, which is why he doesn't bring it up as often as other vampires might.
He could not blame Ganymede for wanting someplace warm to lie on, especially considering how not warm Armand is unless he has recently fed on someone. Young Daniel had complained about that on occasion, he remembers.
"Oh you could blame me for plenty of things, reasonable or not. It's almost a hobby for some." He sounds a bit more bitter than he wanted, but that's what thinking about Daniel does to Armand when he doesn't check himself. He lets that bitterness go; Ganymede doesn't deserve it, and adds, more amicably.
"But I know you would not, because you're far too kind and have the patience of a saint. May that never change."
He is not accustomed to having a loyal friend, you see. Not since he was very young and living with the other boys in Marius' palazzo. It's something that feels so impossible; Armand had honestly stopped trying. Maybe that's why it is affecting him so much now, and why he is so pleased by Ganymede's settling comfortably next to him.
"Thanks. I want to do things that please you." Armand has yet to take a drag of his cigarette, but he has more wonderful things to focus on.
"I'm thinking that I should get you that drink you wanted, and later, once we're done here, I'd like for us to go for a walk. How about an evening stroll through Brooklyn Heights?
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He means the coffin, of course. Armand still keeps one around, but it's really more for sentimentality’s sake than anything else. He has mixed feelings about it and the partners he shared the coffin with in the past, which is why he doesn't bring it up as often as other vampires might.
He could not blame Ganymede for wanting someplace warm to lie on, especially considering how not warm Armand is unless he has recently fed on someone. Young Daniel had complained about that on occasion, he remembers.
"Oh you could blame me for plenty of things, reasonable or not. It's almost a hobby for some." He sounds a bit more bitter than he wanted, but that's what thinking about Daniel does to Armand when he doesn't check himself. He lets that bitterness go; Ganymede doesn't deserve it, and adds, more amicably.
"But I know you would not, because you're far too kind and have the patience of a saint. May that never change."
He is not accustomed to having a loyal friend, you see. Not since he was very young and living with the other boys in Marius' palazzo. It's something that feels so impossible; Armand had honestly stopped trying. Maybe that's why it is affecting him so much now, and why he is so pleased by Ganymede's settling comfortably next to him.
"Thanks. I want to do things that please you." Armand has yet to take a drag of his cigarette, but he has more wonderful things to focus on.
"I'm thinking that I should get you that drink you wanted, and later, once we're done here, I'd like for us to go for a walk. How about an evening stroll through Brooklyn Heights?