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It stopped her breath silently, the sudden presence of Amadeo by her side. Not on account of his abrupt arrival, but rather simply due to the impression of having him close. Finally, looking at his face so close, having him near her. At once, all her apprehension disappeared.

Her gaze regarded fondly at the inscrutable features that looked back at her. She felt unfazed by his coldness. It seemed a given thing —of course, he would be confused, of course, he would be hurt. But what was substantial was that he was there. He had come. That alone gave her hope and allowed her to recover her usual calm and poise. As long as he was there everything else could be bridged

She heard his tense voice and pondered his questions, although she gave no evidence of it. What could she tell him, why not? where then? No, that wouldn’t be the first words she would speak to him after five hundred years. It ought to be something better, something true, something real. Nothing less than a grand declaration or some profound truth seemed appropriate to break the long centuries of silence… but all she could do was address his concerns and answer his inquiries.

“Because I can’t remain away anymore. Remorse, precaution and even shame have lost their grip over me” she enunciated the words slowly, her serene eyes remaining on him at all times “I barely know the city as it is currently, I couldn’t think of another place to propose. Now that you are here we can go whenever you want”

"I meant why did you find me now, in this time." Did his deep gaze of askance seem familiar to her, was he so changed then when he was Amadeo to her. The eyes older, shadows in them that weren't there before, once upon a time in venice. The fact she was here a revelation, it stirred things within him. "But did you know I was here, how long had you been following Daniel?" This was important to him. The finer details.

Thinking on it he nodded, "Central park. It's vast enough to lose ourselves in." Frowning a tad more and then adding. "Was it you in Paris? At the theatre?" A ghost of his past she'd seemed at the time, a spectre he didn't know he deserved to see anymore. "Follow me." Using his speed to dash off towards the park.

~ Home sweet hybrid ~

Daniel was back at Trinity Gate after a visit to Marius' home in Rio. It had been his home once, and he'd happily go back again for holidays, but not to stay. It wasn't as if he'd ever been able to top up his tan, he'd possibly have appreciated it more as a wanderlust human for the beaches alone. It was good to catch up with his Roman grandpire and former guardian though, as he worried Marius had cut himself off from others and was lonely, at a cross roads with no companionship. As agreed he'd not mentioned a thing about their third, Rian. He'd thought about the cheeky hybrid and Armand on and off, with shielded thoughts. A few nights before he'd left for home he'd received a rather cosy and diverting joint selfie of his beloved and love in bed together, not much left to the imagination. Ever since he'd wondered what had happened in his absence.

So sneaking back in he sent a text to them both:

[Text: Armand/Rian]: Nice photo but I'd rather see the 3D version 😜😍

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The peace and harmony in the picture he'd sent off to Daniel was long gone a few days later. Rian had gone through his stages of missing Daniel by first pouring all his attention on Armand, then he'd restlessly roamed the property before taking to sulking in his room. After that he'd started purposely baiting Armand to piss him off, breaking stuff on purpose and mouthing off at the older vampire. Then he'd gone right back to sulking again, hiding away in the kitchen. He'd managed to squeeze into a cupboard to play on his phone.

The text made him jump, dropping his phone onto his stomach before fumbling to read.

[Text: Daniel] People that leave us don't get to watch porn.

Armands phone vibrated and trilled on the coffee table infront of him. He was in his suite, taking the brief peace to read a book. The satisfaction of a camaraderie in missing Daniel short lived, feast to famine of attention from Rian. Then avoidance, then anger, now avoidance once more. He stared at the mobile phone, pressing the unlock and reading the text. A joint text, he was home. Concentrating and hearing his fledglings familiar heartbeat down stairs. He wanted to run straight into Daniels arms, but he held off moving to stand in the door way instead. He knew Rian was downstairs somewhere, sulking.

[Text: Beloved/Wolfie] Watch might be stretching it in truth, being in the same room may be a problem.

[Text: Wolfie] But he came back Rian, that's something.

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Sewing in the New Year

Sol raced into the livingroom with a big bag of spare cloth, scissors, and sewing materials. His little naked feet trecked muddy snow across the floor as he threw the bags onto a coffee table and jumped up onto the couch where his two favorite vampires were.

“ARMAND I DECIDED WHAT WE’RE DOING FOR NEW YEARS!! A QUILT!”

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Armand and Daniel were spending a quiet New Years Eve indoors, curled up together on the couch figuring they had the rest to find the night to enjoy after all. Spending the time inbetween with Sol was a lovely compromise. Armand eyed the bags and put two and together even before their nymph said a word. Smiling at Daniel who spoke for them both.

“So we’re going to make our own snuggle blanket, worthy of any fort?” The violinist, etc eyed vampire remarked beaming at Sol. “A capital idea first mate!” Giving a affectionate salute to Sol.

“It seems as if you’ve been saving these squares and rolls of fabrics for quite sometime, dearest. Of course we’ll help you.”

Sol smiled proudly at Daniel and saluted him back. He up a comfy seat onto Armand’s lap and hugged him as close as possible with a low rolling hum. “This way we’ll have something snuggly-warm that all of us made together and we’ll always be able to wrap ourselves in it if we feel down.”

He pulled out a peice of fabric that had fuzzy yellow ducklings on it. “This on reminds me of you Armand, because you’re just as lovely and cuddly as these duckies!”

Armand supported Sol as he clambered onto his lap. Placing a kiss on honeyed curls. “A practical idea, dearest.” “Daniel stifled a giggle at the ducks. “Now that is adorable. Blood sucking Ducks. Which one would you say is Armand.” Warming to the subject. Nudging his maker good naturedly. Armand eyed forementioned fowl. “But I’m not yellow or downy… but if it brings your heart comfort and joy I’ll survive the indignity of that comparison.” Between Sol and Daniel the pair got away with many liberties, the price and joy of love the elder vampire mused to himself. “Will we do repeat patterns or random squares, Sol?” He asked driving back to the project at hand. “Infact look in that ottoman I have some offcuts of brocade and velvet I kept as it reminded me of you. Sunflowers and other flora amd fauna patterned.”

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