//”Oh, hush now. Be a bood boy, open up and drink.” Armand decided that it was time for Nicolas to take a break from composing, since the musician tends to forget to feed and then proceeds to breaking havoc in the streets of Paris once he realizes he’s half starved. Of course, the Grand Maître can’t have that and, out of the pure kindness of his heart, shares some blood. He doesn’t need an excuse to pin him down, okay?
“No, no, don’t let my vulnerable heart share in this sacrifice to lust!
Let him disgust me before pleasing me! Let him be what others have been,
an instrument that I can break before becoming the echoes of its
vibration.”