They were set to leave from Paris any moment now and the last orders of business were the obligatory good-byes and final words. Nicolas would not speak to him, but Armand stood before him as cool and indifferent as a marble statue. There was no expectation in those blameless liquid brown eyes as Lestat handed over the keys of the theater to him. At the last moment, as an after thought, Lestat placed a chaste kiss on his lips as an act of contrition for all he had put this one though, and hoped it might set the foundation for future solidarity should they ever meet again.
“Take care of him. I know you know how.” he whispered in his ear.
“So, Lestat left the theatre and asked me if I could have an eye on Nicolas until his return. Out of the pure kindness of my heart I kept him calm like the generous person I am. *sigh* Alas- I am not so sure anymore if Lestat intended this when he said I should try to “take care of him”…”
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