Armand strolled into the villa home on the Night Island, shutting the door securely behind himself and locking it, a pleasant little melody on his lips. The elder had come to the grand but lately empty home for a bit of time to himself, a vacation as it were. Ever since the bygone days in the eighties when the whole little coven used to gather here the massive villa home had sat largely unoccupied, but for the mortal staff hired to keep the place up of course. The teen wasn’t expecting anyone to be here, so he didn’t do an overly careful sweep with his mind, more or less relaxed already and quite certain no one had the gall to come near his home uninvited. At least not without a death wish.
Really it wasn’t until he came into the already lit common living room that the elder knew he wasn’t as alone as he thought. In addition to apparently every damn fixture burning brightly, his amber eyes traipsed across a pair of kicked off boots by the sofa, and a leather jacket over one of the arms. The cherubic youth felt a frown crease his brows, a pout forming on his lips as he glanced around. I know you’re here Lestat. You’re about as subtle as a cat in heat, so why don’t you show yourself? Armand sent out silently, now actively seeking the other. Unfortunately it seemed as though the fiend was intent on staying hidden, for while the elder vampire knew he was the owner of both boots and jacket, he’d no clue where he was now… until he noticed more lights from the arched doorway leading to the kitchen.
Arching one brow while his mouth twisted irritably Armand strode with purpose in that direction. Of course this place was technically still open to any and all of them, which included his brother in darkness, but seeing as he’d obviously taken up residence first himself it might’ve been nice if Lestat had bothered to at least call him to tell him he was here too. Clearly the brat prince preferred to just let him figure it out himself while playing hide and seek; because when he entered the doorway of the large and now well lit kitchen he found… nothing. I don’t know what you are playing at you arrogant devil, the auburn haired vampire sent as he snapped off the lights with his mind and spun back on his heel, but if you don’t come out RIGHT NOW I swear to God I will break your damn nose when I find you. We aren’t children! What is this, hide and-!!
Armand’s little volley of silent threats and jabs was cut off abruptly as he was re-entering the living area, only to be caught roughly in his chest and flung back into the nearest wall. He hit with a hard and jarring thud, fighting on instinct to shove away the one on top of him, towering over him, but couldn’t! His cold white hands and fists were colliding with the solid physique of one of his own kind, larger and obviously stronger. He only got a glimpse of golden blond wavy hair as he bared his fangs… only to feel another set pierce his own delicate neck. Amber eyes went wide in shock at that sting, right before anger and fear took over and the lithe little teen started kicking and bucking again. “Lestat get the hell off!!” He snarled, one hand grabbing at the other immortals crotch and getting a rough grip to hopefully shock him away.