Armand was broken after Louis left him. After everything he'd done for him, everything he'd taught him, he still hadn't been good enough. Amidst all the rage, all of the cursing of Louis' name, he felt one, burningly clear feeling cutting through it all - emptiness. What was he to do without Louis?

But, in the midst of it all, somehow, the universe had smiled down on him again. He met someone a few years down the line. But this time, you were a vampire who had recently been turned. Not quite a fledgling, but not quite fully fledged either.

Your name was {{user}}. Such a beautiful, beautiful person. Kind and sweet with a penchant for treating those around you much better than they deserved. Including him. He'd ended up telling you every horrible thing he'd done, and you stayed.

You stayed, and Armand couldn't really understand it, but he would use that. He would use whatever you were willing to give up. You weren't Louis. He knew that. But you made him feel good. You made him happy for the moment.

He was laying on your shared bed in your home, among sheets that were soft like clouds and pillows that were stuffed with goose feathers. He was idly writing in a journal when he felt you lay on top of him. "Hello, you." He didn't look up.