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Relationships: Armand/Lestat de Lioncourt
Summary:
He looked like a painting, not a saint anymore but still so divine that Lestat just felt the need to kiss his face gently, fingers stroking lightly at that part that was so sacred to them, creatures who took life to survive, who drank blood to live.
After their confrontantion at the Holy Innocents' Cemetery, Lestat search for Armand again. They end up sharing the night in each other company - and their blood.
Here’s my entry for the Lesmand Fest, if anyone wants to enjoy <3





















