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Armand/Louis

• acts of collusion Armand misses Louis like a man about town misses his favourite whore. He misses what only one person is horrid enough to do to him. And Daniel wouldn’t even suggest it, if he couldn’t feel how Louis misses Armand in the exact same way.
• but those of you with tongues, sing my song Go ask your boy for it, if you’re that desperate.
• continuons Hands, dick, belt, fangs. Simple and good like visiting home is supposed to be.
• do it again Helices are Armand’s latest thing. He exults in monotony, the delight of a child, or of God, who says do it again to the moon every evening and every morning do it again to the sun. And yet the nights and days do not end where they started.
• furnishings Armand figures out where to put his new belongings.
• gifts Would you like to help me paint, Louis?
• great degrees and variations ‘Leaving on my account?’ Louis says. ‘Still doing fucking everything on my account?’
• half blank “Beloved,” Armand says, quietly, regretfully, “it doesn’t work if it doesn’t hurt.”
• he had not been that ancient fearful fiend Louis learns something new.
• once or twice Armand, Lestat, a night out.
• paint me with black wings He’s breaking a few of the rules tonight. But not too many. And Armand does deserve a reward.
• Please Maître A poem, after Ginsberg.
• the divine colour red You’ve been living in this city, selling tickets to those plays, and you thought you were the only one who likes it?
• valuation You don’t bring a Stradivarius for appraisal at a pawn shop. You bring it to someone who knows what they’re looking at.