L'AMOUR EST UN MONSTRE

Armand cannot deny that he has the tendency to act bratty. Especially when he feels like he's being ignored. Ignored by a mortal, no less. What explanation does his science have for the immortal that sits in front of him? What could his obsession possibly hold that is more interesting? Armand had been trying to follow along with his thoughts. Until he got too frustrated by all the words he couldn't understand.

His heart skips a beat in anxiety, biting down on his lower lip. He wants to snarkily reply but refrains. The last thing he needs is to end up without his head.

" I took a sample of your blood to see the cells. I wanted to see if they're acting as normal cells do." He picks at the elastic on his glove. "I exposed the cells to various stimuli to see what sort of reaction I would get. Strangely, your cells are just a bit off. When I tried to destroy one, it duplicated and repaired itself. Which makes SENSE as you do heal faster than a human would."

" My blood is older than the invention of that instrument, doctor Grace. I think you are being ungrateful for this considerable gift I have given you. Sharing blood for my kind, you see, is an extremely intimate act. " He explains. His voice remains calm. But his consonants are exaggerated in a way that betrays his irritation. " And what have I received so far in return for this precious gift? The information that my blood heals itself? Every fledgling freshly reborn knows this. "

He uncrosses his legs and leans forward. A sharp white nail comes into view. " I was hoping there would be more to this. But like I said, your science has been only a disappointment so far. " He drags the tip of his nail over his cheek, drawing blood. He brings the bloodied fingers to his lips and licks it, then hums in consideration. As if tasting a fine wine. He cuts his own thumb with the same nail and wipes his blood on the cut like a doting mother wiping dirt off a child's face. The cut heals nearly instantly.

He ignores her apology, ignores her question, but those piercing bright orange eyes do lock on her again. He is trying to gain access to her mind. To find out if there is something more nefarious behind her approach or if this is truly what it seems: just a curious fledgling.

She looked at the newcomer as she took in his words, letting them sit in her mind. The ‘dark gift’… Hell of an irony to even consider calling it that. To her, it was a burden, a weight dragging her down into monotony - a curse, if she wanted to be more frank about it. Not that he needed to know.

He turns away from her again, staring aimlessly forward once more. " If you truly believe our nature to be a 'curse'. Perhaps I should be the one to help you. I could relieve you of it. " He glances at her, then down, then back up. " It would be easy. And permanent. "

Louis being the person Armand believes is the only one who truly knows him... That he would go as far as to lob his head off just to get him to talk to him, to forgive him. Bring fraudia in and threaten to make her kill herself if he doesn't forgive him....

Louis's speech... You have reason to have darkness... You were sold into what you were sold into... We didn't talk about it much... i didn't want to confront my own darkness... Didn't want to picture you at 12... You were 12... You deserve a love that cradles you and i was never that. My coldness made you do this...

Do i think louis was saying some of that out of desperation? Of course. But the way his voice broke on you were 12. The way he compares his own history as a pimp and his guilt about that with Armand's history as a sex slave as a child. Louis not wanting to confront that and as a result acting cold and uncaring towards him over their nearly a century relationship...

if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the sentence starters are being sent for .

who . . .

“ Who are you? ”

“ Who do you serve? ”

“ Who taught you that? ”

“ Who’s really in control here? ”

“ Who are you running from? ”

“ Who did this to you? ”

“ Who’s coming for us? ”

“ Who do you think I am? ”

“ Who else knows about this? ”

“ Who are you trying to protect? ”

what . . .

“ What are you? ”

“ What do you want from me? ”

“ What are you hiding? ”

“ What were you planning to do? ”

“ What just happened? ”

“ What did you see back there? ”

“ What did you promise them? ”

“ What happens if I don’t let you go? ”

“ What are the rules I’m not supposed to break? ”

“ What happens after the portal closes? ”

where . . .

“ Where did you come from? ”

“ Where are we? ”

“ Where are you going? ”

“ Where were you when it happened? ”

“ Where does this path lead? ”

“ Where did you get that scar? ”

“ Where is everyone else? ”

“ Where should I stand? ”

“ Where did you put the body? ”

“ Where were you hiding all this time? ”

when . . .

“ When did this start? ”

“ When were you going to tell me? ”

“ When was the last time you felt safe? ”

“ When do we leave? ”

“ When did you stop trusting me? ”

“ When does this end? ”

“ When did you realise the truth? ”

“ When do things go wrong? ”

“ When did you choose this path? ”

“ When will you look at me and be honest? ”

how . . .

“ How long have you been watching me? ”

“ How did you survive? ”

“ How much do you remember? ”

“ How are you this calm right now? ”

“ How bad is it? ”

“ How did you know my name? ”

“ How far are you willing to go? ”

“ How many lies have you told me? ”

“ How do you live with this? ”

“ How are we supposed to fix this? ”

are . . .

“ Are you human? ”

“ Are you okay? ”

“ Are you lying to me right now? ”

“ Are you scared? ”

“ Are you tired? ”

“ Are you hiding something? ”

“ Are you bound by oath or by magic? ”

“ Are you trying to start a fight? ”

“ Are you always this dramatic? ”

“ Are you going to explain or just stare? ”

do . . .

“ Do you trust me? ”

“ Do you remember your name? ”

“ Do you remember me? ”

“ Do you miss them? ”

“ Do you always talk this much? ”

“ Do you have any idea what you just did? ”

“ Do you ever sleep? ”

“ Do you want me to stay? ”

“ Do you think I’m stupid? ”

“ Do you believe in fate? ”

have . . .

“ Have you eaten yet? ”

“ Have we met before? ”

“ Have you been here long? ”

“ Have you done this before? ”

“ Have you ever killed someone? ”

“ Have you been lying to me? ”

“ Have you lost anyone? ”

“ Have you forgiven yourself? ”

“ Have you always been like this? ”

“ Have you already chosen a side? ”

is . . .

“ Is this place real? ”

“ Is something bothering you? ”

“ Is that weapon even legal here? ”

“ Is this your idea of a joke? ”

“ Is this your way of flirting? ”

“ Is someone watching us? ”

“ Is it supposed to hurt like this? ”

“ Is there a way out? ”

“ Is this what you wanted? ”

“ Is it too late to turn back? ”

can . . .

“ Can I ask you a weird question? ”

“ Can you hear that? ”

“ Can I trust you? ”

“ Can you keep a secret? ”

“ Can we slow down? ”

“ Can you help me bury a body? ”

“ Can you look at me? ”

“ Can we talk about what happened? ”

“ Can you stop pretending? ”

“ Can you promise me something? ”

will . . .

“ Will you stay with me? ”

“ Will you tell me the truth? ”

“ Will this ever end? ”

“ Will you protect me? ”

“ Will they come back for us? ”

“ Will you remember me? ”

“ Will you choose a side? ”

“ Will you regret this? ”

“ Will you still look at me the same way? ”

“ Will you stop me if I’m wrong? ”

should . . .

“ Should I be worried? ”

“ Should we be running? ”

“ Should I follow you? ”

“ Should I be afraid of you? ”

“ Should we pretend this never happened? ”

“ Should I stay or go? ”

“ Should I believe you? ”

“ Should I be honest with you? ”

“ Should we trust them? ”

“ Should I have come here? ”

would . . .

“ Would you do it again? ”

“ Would you lie to protect me? ”

“ Would this have been different if I had stayed? ”

“ Would you really let me die? ”

“ Would you have saved them instead? ”

“ Would you still care if you knew the truth? ”

“ Would you leave if I asked? ”

“ Would this hurt less if I understood? ”

“ Would you forgive me? ”

“ Would you choose me this time? ”

could . . .

“ Could you survive without me? ”

“ Could this world exist without you? ”

“ Could this get any worse? ”

“ Could you teach me how to do that? ”

“ Could you be wrong? ”

“ Could you be lying to yourself? ”

“ Could you forgive them? ”

“ Could this be a trap? ”

“ Could you handle the truth if I told you? ”

The question strikes him as funny. For a human, his mind seems more resilient than most. Probably from an eventful or traumatic life. Armand is ancient, however. If he really wanted to know what he knows he could extract it, it would just take time. Normally not an issue for a vampire, but the great conversion is not waiting for his immortality.