We can still always simply end it, Louis. And maybe it would be best. Continuing to punish yourself in this way will not provide you with the closure your soul is longing for.
[ But, after some time, Armand will join Louis in the bedroom, sitting beside him. ]
[Louis rolls over beneath Armand's body so he can curl his hands at Armand's waist. His wrist is pulled up and Armand bestows kisses along his arm. They do comfort him, reminding him that someone remains behind after the debacle that was the trial.]
[ If it wouldn't give away his occasional skimming along the surface of Louis's mind β not so much snooping as it is wanting to know precisely how best to soothe him, since Louis himself is not always so capable of asking for help, or speaking his needs β then Armand would pull Louis closer, assure him that he will always, always be here, he will always be at his side.
It's a promise Armand has every intention of keeping, too, the notion that it might ever be something beyond his control, something he didn't choose and wouldn't have chosen β just like Claudia hadn't, wouldn't, couldn't β never once occurring.
Armand strokes a finger reverently along the length of Louis's arm, imagining the pulse that would accompany a beating heart vibrating his veins like violin strings. ]
Do you think he's truly interested in all the nuance of your experiences, [ Armand murmurs, amber eyes tilting up to meet Louis's. ] Or does he simply enjoy watching you bleed as you remember them?
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New or familiar. Or all of the above?
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[Louis is currently still in bed, covers pulled up. Nevermind that the sun set quite a bit ago.]
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And how may I comfort you, then? Will you allow me?
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After that.
However you want.
[It's rare that Louis leaves a command open like that, offers Armand the chance to do as he wishes.]
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[ But, after some time, Armand will join Louis in the bedroom, sitting beside him. ]
It's taken care of.
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[Louis looks up at Armand before scooting in closer.]
I dreamed about her last night. Screaming. She blamed me.
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[ He carefully takes Louis's hand in his. ]
You blame yourself, but she knew how much you cared for her. I promise.
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[Louis squeezes Armand's hand, uncovering himself just enough to do so. He's still in his silk pajamas.]
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Perhaps we can find a new outlet for you to process all this grief throughβ I'm concerned that this current method has only been adding to it.
For now, will you let me take your mind off things?
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What did you have in mind?
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[ He climbs over Louis, straddling him carefully, then kisses Louis's wrist, pulling up the shirtsleeve to slowly work his way up the arm. ]
Though he thinks nothing of what it costs you to reopen the vein, day after day.
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He doesn't know what's happened until I tell him.
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It's a promise Armand has every intention of keeping, too, the notion that it might ever be something beyond his control, something he didn't choose and wouldn't have chosen β just like Claudia hadn't, wouldn't, couldn't β never once occurring.
Armand strokes a finger reverently along the length of Louis's arm, imagining the pulse that would accompany a beating heart vibrating his veins like violin strings. ]
Do you think he's truly interested in all the nuance of your experiences, [ Armand murmurs, amber eyes tilting up to meet Louis's. ] Or does he simply enjoy watching you bleed as you remember them?
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