Armand, with his carefully curated aesthetic, his dark curls and amber eyes, his lithe and slender form, did not appear to almost anyone a bodyguard but that was entirely what he was. Lestat had human security, mostly for the band that he had promised to protect, but it would take more than some roided out guy built like a house to protect Lestat from what might come for him. Armand was hundreds of years old, and was better suited to the task than most anyone else, but instead, he was simply a member of the crew, of Lestat's entourage.
He watched stage side and kept an eye out for vampires, especially those that gathered in groups, as well as anyone else who might pose a threat and Lestat did his thing in front of the crowds of people. He had always been magnificent at being whatever he was. A performer, an artist, an actor. This was no different. From city to city, they travelled, and Armand was almost always with him at his own insistence. The main bus had a room at the very end, which Lestat had taken for himself as the main attraction.
His coffin lay beside the large bed, mostly for night time use, and he and Armand were next to one another on the bed. Something had been playing on the television, but Lestat, who had found little rest the last few nights, had become drowsy and ultimately found himself dozing off, lulled by the sound of the bus and the road beneath, his head nodding onto Armand's shoulder. It wasn't sleep, not really. His eyes were closed, his breathing was deep and slow, but he wasn't unconscious. He heard Armand's voice through this false sleep and stirred, groaning softly.
That song. God, he never wanted to hear that song again. He lifted his head and straightened up, blinking, brow furrowed, expression pained. "Please. Not that." He assumed Armand's intention was not malicious but God, why would he ever want to sing that? He wasn't put off by the closeness he and Armand shared as he might have been once but still he moved away. "I didn't mean to fall asleep," he said, moving to the edge of the bed and pushing off to stand. "What time is it? How far are we?" He rubbed his hands over his face, and turned back to look at Armand. "We must almost be there, no?"
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