Suddenly, Lestat stopped walking, and Armand would lie if heâd say that he wasnât confused. Because he was. And maybe for a split second, he found himself worried that his excitement couldnât become too much for Lestat. Armandâs lips parted just so slightly. They turned toward each other, and Armand looked deeply into those beautiful blue-violet eyes he adored so much.
They were still holding hands, which grounded Armand so much that he was certain nothing bad would come from his companionâs mouth. His big eyes lingered on that beautiful face of the man he was fortunate enough to call his.Â
A flutter spread in his stomach when Lestatâs lips touched his fingers, and a wicked little smile stretched on his lips. Of course, he did not know what Armandâs physical reactions did to the other. In fact, it was one of the few times Armand didnât notice that his body reacted in the first place.
âI love you. So much.â Armandâs voice was barely above a whisper, and the awe was audibly showing in the way his voice seemed to be shaking. He leaned against the gentle hand on his jaw. For the first time in all those centuries, Armand felt understood, and his heart and mind were not sure how to cope with that. No one has ever seen him entirely. Armand always adapted to the needs of his partners, and only Lestat made him comfortable enough to show some of his true colours. Hunting was one of those things he enjoyed.Â
It was the gleam in Lestatâs eyes that held so much life to them. No matter how much life Lestat always reflected, in this particular moment, he was more than just beautiful.
âMy ideaâŚhmmmmâŚâ Armand turned his gaze to their poor Greek victim, who had no idea what was coming to him. âI like messing with their minds before I chase them. I enter their little minds and mess with them until they arenât sure what is real and what is imagination.â Without taking his gaze off the other, he watched and listened to the things Yiannis thought while browsing. âDo you hear what he wants to do to those poor women?â
The vampire hooked himself to Yiannisâ mind and laughed softly. âOh, he is not queer positive. Of course not.â Armand stopped walking with Lestat as they were almost close to him. Then he let go of his companionâs hand. Mortal minds were so easy to bend.
âI make them comfortable. I lure them in, wrap them up in a little bubble of their dreams before I burst them. When the fluffy little cloud turns into a nightmare, when their heart pumps their veins with fresh blood. Blood pumped full of adrenaline is so much sweeter. Better than blood tainted with alcohol or drugs.âÂ
Yiannis suddenly looked over to them, and Armand transferred the image that the vile young man saw to Lestatâs hair. He saw a beautiful golden blonde with luscious curves, a tiny waist, and piercing greyish blue eyes, which appeared more violent. The clothes Lestat wore have changed to a short dress to put more focus on those long legs. Next to the blonde woman was another one with caramel coloured skin, shorter than the blonde, light brown, big doe eyes, and long raven curls. She wore a purple short dress, with a bigger chest than the blonde. And both women were giggling and smiling seductively at him.
You can talk normally to him. I will bend his mind so that he thinks you speak Greek to him. Donât judge, the way he sees us is how he wants women to look.
Armand traced his fingers over Lestatâs side as he spoke to the other vampire's mind.
OhâŚthe dirty things he wants to do to you. I might get jealous. Draining him will be fun.