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“So I’ve been told, though only a select few get to see one quite so natural and expressive on my face. Masks are so easy to adopt.” Armand picked up a towel from the heated rail, laying one across Antoine’s lap, the other on his shoulders to catch the falling hair. Turning on the razor to test it’s speeding, before parting the other’s hair to shave from front to back. Not too close just yet.

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Antoine smiled at him by the full-length mirror that he was sat in front of, “And I appreciate that I get to be one of those few. You can be yourself in front of me.” The towel was delightfully hot and Antoine knew at that moment that he couldn’t live without Armand’s heated mod cons. He’d never stray from Trinity Gate for too long. As if a ceremony for a soldier he leant his head forward above the towel and let Armand get to work. The sound of the razor was soothing to Antoine, drowning out any thought that this may be a bad idea.  

Armand smiled at Antoines reflection. "You accepted me at face value rather early on." Cutting the longer strands with scissors before Armand boldly pushed the razor through Antoines hair. Strangely satisfying to see the transformation. Thick locks tumbling to the awaiting towel. Moving quickly so the uneven look wasn't for long. Soon only a velvet like fuzz remained. Something which Armand couldn't resist stroking. "There short enough or do you want a closer shave?"

So brave you were in playing outside my house, only love and hope in your heart, at my a perfect strangers whim. My history with trespassers hardly glowing.

What a calming edition to the household you were, fitting in perfectly. For myself a source of understanding, mon pianoman. You will always be welcome.

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“Go straight to Daniel he’ll happily show you them. His hair suffered more for temporary colours than styles. I’ve always been a fan of his hair myself. Any travesties on my part grew back the next night.”

“Your hair is naturally thick so I’d imagine the texture is quite pleasing if you had a buzzcut. Like velvet.” Digits twitching as he pictured the feel of it. “Not sure if you have the right head shape for entirely bald. Can I watch?”

A broad smile and a twinkle entered Armands eye at Lestats disapproval at Antoine shearing his locks. “Oh I’m a firm believer in keeping a maker on their toes, so I think you should definitely do it. I can take a picture to send him.”

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Antoine’s laughter rang through the large empty mansion that was Trinity Gate. He liked Armand’s beaming smile that soon returned from his initial fangy grin. He was right about keeping one’s maker on their toes, Antoine didn’t do that enough. “You have the most infectious and deviant smile,” He said beaming back at him, he meant what he said in a well-mannered way. “I’m quite flattered that you’ve examined the texture of my hair. If my head shape doesn’t suit, no matter it will be back tomorrow.“ Antoine led Armand to one of his spacious Roman styles bathrooms. Covered from ceiling to floor with heated marble and a large decadent bath. He sad on the ground and handed Armand the electric razor that he kept to trim his 1920s hairstyle each night. "Go ahead,” Antoine trusted him completely.

"So I've been told, though only a select few get to see one quite so natural and expressive on my face. Masks are so easy to adopt." Armand picked up a towel from the heated rail, laying one across Antoines lap, the other on his shoulders to catch the falling hair. Turning on the razor to test it's speeds, before parting the others hair to shave from front to back. Not too close just yet.

Antoine felt weary of his surroundings and he smirked wondering if he’d up and poof into thin air for daring to ask such a thing. He persevered, “And certainly it is, but after 500 odd years, don’t you want to style it another way? It will grow back the next night so if you don’t like the new style, then there is nothing to worry about. I have mine cut each night. I’ll never wear it long again. You’re always welcome to touch my hair,” He said flashing him a smile, fangs and all.

“Just don’t do it in front of Lestat.”

"But Antoine it was never in a style in the first place really. Just trimmed here and there at the vagabond length it is for the most part now. I had so many styled in the 80s you know. If you ask very nicely I may show you polaroids of my style...experiments. Daniel will show you some just for laughs I'd expect."

Reaching up and rearranging an apparent stray hair on Antoines coiffered head. Flashing a equally knowing smile.

I assumed you were alone, companionless, enjoying the quiet of the world in front of you. Even with Lestat’s exploits.  

Oh I do like the quiet life, few and far between as it is. In answer to you second question I see love as a continual endeavour. Together and parting. There may be others added to that list one day.

Kind of creepy and kind of cool. Maybe he’s born with it, Maybe it’s Marius. @pandoratheancient @auburnandamberangel @horridevil @i-want-my-iwtv

//Wow Go on the perceptive Daniel. This I quite like, the bite to the words to show some of the sassy to the point character still exists within Daniel despite the addled mind. Not as evident in later books due to lack of material/information

Lestat (At some point, probably)

“ you know its true”

“I guess open relationships just work for some people.”

“Only if you picture Lestat saying it with open hostility would it be the truth.”

“Someone has to always be the third wheel.”

"Poor Lestat he bears third wheel well..."

Are any of these vampires honest at all in their novels?! What are they hiding?

Lot’s of bodies for one thing…

You expect the truth from people who selfishly kill to stay alive?

Ha! Of course they are. I guess not but cmon what’s the point of them telling their story at all if it’s their goal to be dishonest.

Ah but prove 'they' are lying?

The warm greeting surpassed what he had imagined, Antoine was more tactile than their last meeting. It wasn’t unwelcome this boldness. He kept still and pliant as the taller yet younger vampire touchingly feel the corner of his smile as well as his soft flesh under his chin. The moment passed as swiftly as it had begun when the pianist came to himself, suddenly wary and shy. Armand cocked his head to oneside as he pondered the question. “Usually the reverse is true. But we are all different. Are you hungering for fulfilment elsewhere perhaps.” His eyes full of teasing mischief. “Unless you have come into a new power or talent? That can change our eating habits.” “I find my quarries easily, human nature at its worst rarely varies. The main landmarks are the same. I’m sure I could navigate still yes.“ Armand whistled appreciatively. “My my this is quite the set of wheels.” Getting into the car, charmed by being seated by the other first. Smiling slightly as Antoine leapt into the drivers seat over the door rather than through it. “Wind in our hair and devil may care. Yes, let’s. Take me to the wrong side of town, mon cher. And then your lodgings.”

auburnandamberangel replied to your post “Sol suddenly ran over and hugged Antoine tightly from behind,…”

// Antoine is trying to get him in a cab so fast lol

// This is a very good self preservation lols

[TEXT] Really? What style was I painting in out of curiosity?

[TEXT] It depends how successful the portrait was I suppose…

[TEXT] Where I usually am, New York. Shall I meet you there?

[TEXT] I can not remember but I remember it was an image of me

[TEXT ] Yes - come to me here

[TEXT] How odd <br><br>

[TEXT] I’ll see you in two nights

Antoine hung around the airport waiting around for Armand. He didn’t know when exactly he’d arrive that night or if he was already in Paris. He was tempted to call him but he wanted to wait a little longer until he could see him through the crowd. The Autumn air was still warm and comforting against his cold hard skin and all he could think about was finding Armand and later feeding. He searched through the crowd until he spotted the older vampire and he couldn’t help but smile with his fangs and all. 

Armand had packed a minimal bag. He’d taken his jet. Far more practical than taking a commercial flight or flying himself. Threading his way through the arriving and departing mortals he made out Antoines lithe figure. His own face matching the grin, though stopping short of showing any fang. Stopping infront of Antoine and playing the customary european greeting if two or more kisses to the taller vampires cheeks, he asked. “Have you eaten? Flying always makes me famished.” A twinkle in his eye.