#armand

Oh, Armand!" Agnes whirled away to embrace him now. "I do like her. You were ever so clever to find her." Armand actually chuckled as he hugged her back. "I'm glad, Agnes. I like her too." "Oh you!" Agnes pulled back to slap his chest playfully at the reprimand. "Ever the man of understatement. You don't just like her, Armand. I can read your thoughts. You love her." Eshe stilled at the words, a little startled by them, though she didn't know why. They were life mates; love came naturally and easily between life mates. However, she'd been preoccupied by other matters such as the case and the great sex life mates enjoyed and hadn't given a thought to love developing between them. Her gaze slid to Armand to find his expression solemn as he met her gaze and said, "Yes, I do love her. ↗

— Lynsay Sands

#life

One will hate you for taking his life, another will run to excesses that you scorn. A third will emerge mad and raving, another a monster you cannot control. One will be jealous of your superiority, another shut you out... And the veil will always come down between you Make a legion, you will be, always and forever alone! ↗

— Anne Rice

#anne-rice #armand #hate #lestat #lestat-de-lioncourt

Eshe, I want to spend my life with you." "Good," she whispered back. "That was the plan. ↗

— Lynsay Sands

#eshe #life

His breathing was heavy and he was somber. He shivered still, and when his hand found me it was unsteady. "Ah," I said smiling still, and kissing his shoulder. "I hurt you!" he said. "No, no, not at all, sweet Master," I answered. "But I hurt you! I have you, now!" "Amadeo, you play with the devil." "Dont you want me to, Master? Didn't you like it? You took my blood and it made you my slave!" He laughed. "So that's the twist you put on it, isn't it?" "Hmmm. Love me. What does it matter?" I asked. "Never tell the others," he said. There was no fear or weakness or shame in it. ↗

— Anne Rice

#love