( Louis pens a note explaining his whereabouts and that he intends to be back before dawn, and the moment Armand sends the address, he pulls on his boots and heads out the door.
Louis always travels at the speed of a mortal, and he feels an odd sense that he should give Armand privacy, time to collect himself, something like that. On the way, he finds a tattered-looking rose bush clinging to a chain link fence, and, finding it strangely touching, gets lost admiring it for a little while. With a quiet "merci" to the plant for its sacrifice, he severs the stem of the finest bloom.
He's still holding it when he knocks on Armand's door. )
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I'll be there soon.
( Louis pens a note explaining his whereabouts and that he intends to be back before dawn, and the moment Armand sends the address, he pulls on his boots and heads out the door.
Louis always travels at the speed of a mortal, and he feels an odd sense that he should give Armand privacy, time to collect himself, something like that. On the way, he finds a tattered-looking rose bush clinging to a chain link fence, and, finding it strangely touching, gets lost admiring it for a little while. With a quiet "merci" to the plant for its sacrifice, he severs the stem of the finest bloom.
He's still holding it when he knocks on Armand's door. )