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[personal profile] nishtha 2025-03-25 11:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ The complexities aren't unexpected. Armand watches Emmrich with equal amounts of fascination, though a sullen brooding look remains on his face, as if he's still wondering if he shouldn't meet Emmrich's expectations after all. ]

Your actions last month lead to the deaths of innocents, yet you still attempt to protect them. More than anything, you wish to atone for what you have done. Even now, you would accept your fate at my hand, should I decide to take my vengeance. [ Armand lifts one of the hands in question, spreading his glass-tipped fingers before curling them back into his palm. ]

Do the dead ask you to speak for them? Or do you simply assume that you know best, that you are the one who must settle their soul's account? [ Armand tilts his head thoughtfully, finding unexpectedly that he's enjoying himself a little. He hasn't had a chance to engage in philosophy like this for a long time, not since leaving Paris and her crowded little cafes and salons, where he would spend long hours debating love, suffering, the nature of God. ]

We are all servants of evil, Professor, and therefore we must also be servants of good, for they cannot exist without one another. The vampire is cursed to take the lives of mortals in order to survive. Yet we are not soulless. Some choose to end themselves rather than continue such an existence. They are driven mad by horror at themselves. Should I do so as well, and save those who would suffer because of me? Perhaps. Should you take up your art against me, to save them instead? You claim to want to help those who cannot help themselves, yet you allow me to sit before you, unharmed. What does it say about you, that you have not attempted it? Would you commit to evil, in order to save the world from evil?
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[personal profile] nishtha 2025-03-27 03:50 pm (UTC)(link)
A thin veil, these days.

[ Pensive words from the dead man in the chair, before he lapses into silence for a few moments, considering Emmrich with his tea-coloured gaze. Darker, when he's not exercising his power, closer to the shade they were as a human. ]

We can drink without killing. But it requires control, which can only be gained with experience. By the time a vampire reaches that point, they have already been killing, one or perhaps two a day, for many years. Hundreds of deaths. And even if we leave our victims alive, who can say if they will survive our attention? It requires care and time to recover. Some never do. Who can say that it is the better option, to fade slowly away?

[ He pauses again, considering his words. Glances away, then back again. ]

What is it you would do with me, given your time and attention?
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[personal profile] nishtha 2025-03-29 12:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A good question. Armand weighs it carefully for a few beats, holding the necromancer's inscrutable gaze. What does he want? Vengeance on such a man seems unnecessary, not to mention pointless. He's already got what he came for -- as close to an explanation as he's likely to get, as well as some interesting insight into Emmrich's personal philosophy. So, what's left?

After a moment, the air shivers where he used to be, pages ruffling in a sharp breeze. Armand is abruptly on the other side of the desk, standing beside Emmrich and looking down at him. He raises a hand, slowly, drawing his fingertips through the air close to the necromancer's jaw. His expression is pensive, a little distracted.
]

Honesty. Your order cares for the dead. Could you come to care for someone like me?
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[personal profile] nishtha 2025-04-05 08:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ A temptation to sketch that firm jawline with the points of his fingernails, to draw him up and sink into the steady pulse. What would his blood taste like, full of death magic? Sweeter, or fouled by the touch of ghosts? Armand decides to find out. But not today.

He lowers his hand and allows himself a bashful smile of his own, a flutter of his eyelashes as he folds his fingers together, like a child caught reaching into the cookie jar.
]

Ah, well. Yes. [ He looks down at Emmrich. Tilts his head a little. ] Armand. My name is Armand.
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[personal profile] nishtha 2025-04-08 09:00 am (UTC)(link)
Emmrich, then.

[ It's not entirely conscious, taught to him young and still a habit all through his years as grub in the shadows and Master of the Coven. Control, at the core, no more difficult than holding a pose for hours for an artist and his visiting patron. Always ready to serve, to please, to offer a beautiful object for the wandering eye or hand. He can no more stop himself from doing it than he can stop himself needing blood to drink. Useful for the hunting vampire and for the lonely boy who smiles softly at being allowed to call the necromancer by his name.

He glances around, taking in the room, as if just now becoming aware of his intrusion into a private space.
]

I should leave you to your evening. And I will look forward to calling on you again. Goodnight, Emmrich.

[ A bow, and a blink -- and, with shameless theatricality, he's gone, as if he was never there at all. ]