#he is so grumpy

Haven't played Dandy's World for a while

@eladead // continued from here !!

the sharp edge of his nails digging into his arms grounds him. for a split second, he looks through lestat, eyes hollowed, like a mannequin or ghost. his vision is fuzzy around the edges as he retreats into himself, the rest of him rigid and cold — tense with agitation. he pulls himself out of it with enough time to see their reflections in the vinyl. oh, to wipe that smirk off lestat's pretty mouth. movement comes finally when his eyes flicker down to the record, to lestat's tapping nails.

he can only imagine what's on the record. what words lestat had to share about him. no flattery, surely. there is no honor in being the subject of another's art, to be framed in subjectivity. a fair play, perhaps, because he weaved his own stories about lestat. ❝ i think you take pleasure in irritating me,❞ he replies, but not without the awareness that if that was a trait in lestat, the reverse belongs to armand too. he tries to relax his shoulders, attempts a smile but it comes out strained, ❝ but okay lestat, let's hear it.❞

when rook hides the coffee beans