[ Truthfully, Daniel isn't really that big into music. He likes it enough, knows what's hip and what's not via open mics at late night cafes and coworker osmosis. He gets the appeal, certainly: counter culture's driving force is often music, and he wouldn't have an ongoing serial in the Berkeley Barb if he didn't care about that sort of shit, but it's never something at the forefront of his mind. Not like writing.
It's mostly an excuse to talk to Armand one on one if he's being honest--which he tries to be. He's got a tiny bit of scratch to buy a few things now that he's not paying for his drugs at the moment, courtesy of one of the strangely fascinating undead creature he'd been interviewing for a few days. Louis is intriguing in a beautifully haunting way, elegant in his easy sadness, but it's the other vampire that he can't get a good read on. It's something that leaves a strange sensation in his stomach, like too much rice at a Chinese buffet. A gut feeling he can't quite put a finger on. Danger, yes--he's not stupid, just ambitious enough not to give a shit what happens to him--but there's something else there, something that's driving him up the wall. He wants Armand's truth.
'An album of the stones' is the perfect way to do it. Maybe it won't be an official interview--maybe he can work up to that--but it's a start. Daniel'll take a start over a dead end any day of the week.]
Hey.
[ It only feels a little weird, sliding into the place in Divisadero like he's a regular guest when he hasn't really been there for long at all. There's no such thing as normalcy in terms of what he's doing, especially not with who he's interviewing, but the simple act of arriving at someone's place with a few second hand records and a cheap six pack is somewhat grounding. ]
[Armand has his misgivings about this interview business. It’s dangerous, not just for the mortal involved, but for Louis. And Armand himself, though he is not so concerned about that.
There are reasons vampires do not reveal themselves to humans. Not seriously, at least. To act like a monster on a stage, as he had for centuries, is one thing; mortal men and women enjoy their fictions and are more than willing to accept a play as an illusion. But to reveal the reality of vampires to a human…well, that was another thing entirely.
But this is what Louis wants and he cannot help but indulge him. Perhaps talking through his experiences will help him heal. It’s possible. And Armand can’t blame Louis for his interest in the mortal in question. He is beautiful, certainly, and thoroughly modern. There is a vulnerability about him, and yet he was fearless, determined to talk to monsters. To interview them. To try to understand them.
Armand can’t deny it’s intriguing.
And so he indulges Daniel, too, when the boy comes with his modern day music recordings and his six pack of beer. He offers a polite smile at his words.]
[ There it is, the weird sense of normalcy despite the fact that the situation is anything but: the creature smiles in his polite, graceful manner that makes the quirk of Daniel's lips turning upwards to match him seem almost clumsy. The beer is deposited on the coffee table he'd been using as his impromptu interview spot, his bag following suit. ]
Couple years ago he traded an acoustic guitar for an electric one and everyone lost their minds. [ He doesn't bother to take off his leather jacket, instead beelining straight to the small record player he'd spotted within minutes of being invited back by Louis. ]
I'm kinda surprised you said yeah to this. [ He quirks an eyebrow in the other's direction, inquisitive, sliding the record out of its sleeve. ] Would it be pushing it to ask you some questions?
[Armand's gaze drifts from the beer Daniel places on the table up to the interviewer himself. He watches him as he readies the record to be put on, eerily quiet and still, at first, and then seems to remind himself that humans find such preternatural stillness off putting, and he’s not actually trying to scare this one.
At least not much. Not at the moment.
He takes a breath and offers a small shrug.]
I am finding I enjoy modern things. They interest me.
[Since meeting Louis and being pulled more than ever into the modern era, he is coming to appreciate the new technologies that have emerged in the last century. He must admit it’s fascinating how quickly things have changed and continue to change. Things are possible now that he never would have imagined at the time of his birth. Sometimes he still can’t quite imagine them.
He tilts his head in acknowledgment and consideration of Daniel’s question.]
You may ask what you like.
[It's an agreeable enough response. Indulgent, even amiable, in a way. But he makes no promise to answer the questions.]
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[ Truthfully, Daniel isn't really that big into music. He likes it enough, knows what's hip and what's not via open mics at late night cafes and coworker osmosis. He gets the appeal, certainly: counter culture's driving force is often music, and he wouldn't have an ongoing serial in the Berkeley Barb if he didn't care about that sort of shit, but it's never something at the forefront of his mind. Not like writing.
It's mostly an excuse to talk to Armand one on one if he's being honest--which he tries to be. He's got a tiny bit of scratch to buy a few things now that he's not paying for his drugs at the moment, courtesy of one of the strangely fascinating undead creature he'd been interviewing for a few days. Louis is intriguing in a beautifully haunting way, elegant in his easy sadness, but it's the other vampire that he can't get a good read on. It's something that leaves a strange sensation in his stomach, like too much rice at a Chinese buffet. A gut feeling he can't quite put a finger on. Danger, yes--he's not stupid, just ambitious enough not to give a shit what happens to him--but there's something else there, something that's driving him up the wall. He wants Armand's truth.
'An album of the stones' is the perfect way to do it. Maybe it won't be an official interview--maybe he can work up to that--but it's a start. Daniel'll take a start over a dead end any day of the week.]
Hey.
[ It only feels a little weird, sliding into the place in Divisadero like he's a regular guest when he hasn't really been there for long at all. There's no such thing as normalcy in terms of what he's doing, especially not with who he's interviewing, but the simple act of arriving at someone's place with a few second hand records and a cheap six pack is somewhat grounding. ]
Grabbed some Dylan, too. Real far out stuff.
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There are reasons vampires do not reveal themselves to humans. Not seriously, at least. To act like a monster on a stage, as he had for centuries, is one thing; mortal men and women enjoy their fictions and are more than willing to accept a play as an illusion. But to reveal the reality of vampires to a human…well, that was another thing entirely.
But this is what Louis wants and he cannot help but indulge him. Perhaps talking through his experiences will help him heal. It’s possible. And Armand can’t blame Louis for his interest in the mortal in question. He is beautiful, certainly, and thoroughly modern. There is a vulnerability about him, and yet he was fearless, determined to talk to monsters. To interview them. To try to understand them.
Armand can’t deny it’s intriguing.
And so he indulges Daniel, too, when the boy comes with his modern day music recordings and his six pack of beer. He offers a polite smile at his words.]
I don’t know Dylan either, I think.
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Couple years ago he traded an acoustic guitar for an electric one and everyone lost their minds. [ He doesn't bother to take off his leather jacket, instead beelining straight to the small record player he'd spotted within minutes of being invited back by Louis. ]
I'm kinda surprised you said yeah to this. [ He quirks an eyebrow in the other's direction, inquisitive, sliding the record out of its sleeve. ] Would it be pushing it to ask you some questions?
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At least not much. Not at the moment.
He takes a breath and offers a small shrug.]
I am finding I enjoy modern things. They interest me.
[Since meeting Louis and being pulled more than ever into the modern era, he is coming to appreciate the new technologies that have emerged in the last century. He must admit it’s fascinating how quickly things have changed and continue to change. Things are possible now that he never would have imagined at the time of his birth. Sometimes he still can’t quite imagine them.
He tilts his head in acknowledgment and consideration of Daniel’s question.]
You may ask what you like.
[It's an agreeable enough response. Indulgent, even amiable, in a way. But he makes no promise to answer the questions.]