[ It's as swift and strange an exit as it was an entrance, though he can't claim his own was any less off-kilter. Stephen's fault for luring a vampire by the paring away of his own living soul. Armand's fault for being a vampire and being so lured. ... And for having no sense of boundaries or reasonable behaviour.
He makes no move to stop him. Awake and candlelit at some odd hour, adrenaline kicking in late to hitch his heartrate higher, he tries to hold onto the ridiculousness of waking to a vampire at the foot of his bed or the danger of a visitor in the night but succeeds really only in mulling over the conversation, pondering his history here, the memories Armand has that he does not.
Still. Once Armand exits to the bathroom, there comes the pointed little click of the lock to Stephen's bedroom door. He'll always make time to be petty. ]
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He makes no move to stop him. Awake and candlelit at some odd hour, adrenaline kicking in late to hitch his heartrate higher, he tries to hold onto the ridiculousness of waking to a vampire at the foot of his bed or the danger of a visitor in the night but succeeds really only in mulling over the conversation, pondering his history here, the memories Armand has that he does not.
Still. Once Armand exits to the bathroom, there comes the pointed little click of the lock to Stephen's bedroom door. He'll always make time to be petty. ]