Remmick

Oh. ~.... If that's what you want. We can spend a month or so there. The heat might be good for you.~

~Where do you wish to go? I will make it happen. The world is yours.~ He scoops her up to carry her down the stairs and outside.

He pauses and pulls Armand into his arms. "Never. You could never disappoint me. I'm here to parent too, I will care for them too, and you. We can have a break after these two, to focus on our children."

"Why afraid?" He keeps his hand on her belly as they walk, anxious for her.

Remmick smiles, gently rubbing her belly. "They're perfect. How do you feel?"

Remmick comes in from the bathroom. "Happily." He walks to her side and holds his hand out for her to take.

~Yes?~

He carries her inside and upstairs. There will be time for talking later, he had a wife to attend to.

The door is practically ripped off once Remmick arrives at the foot of the estate. "Armand!" There she is, a beacon of light waiting for him. The idol of his worship. He wraps his arms around her and swings her. "My Heart! My heart!" A singular week apart, and he felt as if it had been decades.

Remmick was /agitated/. He needed to see her and he was so very close. It was agony now, this last final sprint to her. Stupid vehicles. He sat, wringing his hands and picking at his clothes as Daniel slept beside him.

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~Darling.~

~Whatever you please. The mortal travel home will take quite some time...~ Daniel was a play thing in his arms, easily manoeuvred to be flush against Remmick's chest. Daniel's shirt is removed, and Remmick sees the needle marks dotting the boy. ~It was good of them to ease your suffering.~

Remmick kissed Daniel, gently, tenderly. ~Yes. Everyone is safe. You, Mathair, the kids. They even paid us. You can have whatever you please for trying so well.~

"It's okay, my Son, you've done nothing wrong. Your body compels you in such ways. We still love you, endlessly, eternally." Daniel is showered in kisses. "I'm sorry I left but it was necessary."

"We'll be in touch?" The audacity. "Oh I missed you too, Daniel, my Perfect Boy. You must have suffered so much." He squeezed Daniel in his arms. God. "I missed you terribly, I'm sorry I had to go."

"Hardly, he looked like a mess anyway. Home, please." Remmick did not give a solitary fuck for their thoughts. He wanted to make Armand happy and safe, that was all. And She was all he could think about.

Remmick nodded, getting into the car. "He must have suffered, my poor son. To be a part is agony." He grabbed Daniel and pulled him onto his lap. ~My Boy, my Boy...~ Remmick had struggled being away from his family too but fledglings lived for their Master.

~Pup? Daniel?~

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It was a horrible wait to return to Armand. He paces as he waits for his transport, filthy and exhausted.

Oh. Well. That's different. "... Thank you, Ma'am." Enough to renovate the entire castle. He would blush if he could, for feeling so paranoid. "That's very generous of you."

Remmick is instantly suspicious. "No, thank you." He stands, he'll make his own way home. ~Armand?~

"No, I'll shower once I'm home." He stares at the floor, shirt in hand, unphased. He didn't fully trust them.

Remmick watches Lestat be carried. He had sold out his kind but he had threatened them all. He nods, sits down, and takes iff his shirt to wipe his face. He needed to focus on Armand, on /Her/.

A hum. Remmick was feeling a twinge of guilt. Gods. "How is Armand?"

Remmick wipes his hands on his shirt once he hands over Lestat's body. "What is your plan for him?"

~They do not wish to slaughter you. They made that /extremely/ clear. I wanted your head for our mantelpiece, but they desire you alive. A disappointment, Armand would have been so happy. Sleep, I think they have good interests at heart. Otherwise, I'd be carrying your head home.~

Remmick looked down at Lestat and sneered with his fangs. ~You are from another. Mine were cursed by those who stole our heritage from us.~ His kind were cursed by something demonic. ~Touch me again, and I'll drop you in the ocean. If you had thought of others, you would not be sought after.~

~I am older than Christianity, and I obey only one. Armand. The Telemasca came to my home and requested my help in return for his safety. I would happily murder all our kind for him.~

Curious. ~But you have been parading your vampirism, haven't you? Who are they, the Telemasca?~

~No. To some strangers, the Telemasca. I don't know who they are but they wanted you. Armand... What did you do to him?~ It would be a long trip and Remmick was furious.