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Their relationship is complicated , always will be but what was love if not perserverance?
Lestat has never felt more comfortable that when he lays over Armand's chest , the beating of their hearts in the same rhythm and the ancient's vampire respiration , respiration that usually is inexistent except in the occasions where Lestat is on top of Armand's chest , one of the little acts of love the black-haired man bestows to the blond , Armand hasn't needed to breathe for decades , perhaps centuries however he knows the sound soothes Lestat so he makes the effort to do so.
The bed beneath is soft and the sheets are the closest's blue of Lestat eyes , choosed specifically by Armand just because they matched the room not because they were Armand's favourite colour , anyone who asked that would get a rotund no as an answer. There is music in the background , the most grating pop music the human has ever heard (maybe that's why Lestat likes it so much) that even being so irritating doesn't ruin the calm between both immortals.
Armand reads one of his scientifc books that he loves so much , a small relic that couldn't fall into better hands while Lestat has his eyes closed , his golden curls strewn across Armand's shirt. The indian caress the chaotic hair whispering his lecture to the man , the soft whispers just are another mutual act of love when Armand is able to end his book in just a few seconds and Lestat couldn't care less about the subject of the book , but he loves earing his mon petit demon's voice even asking questions for Armand to answer to show that he cares.
"Beloved , the sunrise is coming." That's what left Armand's lips , ending his reading while he still caress Lestat's curls , his hand browsing the golden hair.
Even if neither of them needs to sleep inmediatly after the sunrise comes , they had begun to take it as an habit.
Armand because he prefers to that Lestat continues to be safe in his arms (thought the greatest danger for the french is him) and Lestat because he isn't old enough to wander with Armand in the mornings , sleeping in the arms of his lover is just an small bonus.
Both vampires gets up of the bed , the bed is mere entertanameint and passing closeness , their real intimacy is on the coffin they share where they asfixiate eachother with their presence and the only thing that matters is gettting to the next sunrise so they could continue asfixiate eachother , that's how they want to pass their eternal rest.