Watchful - Night Island

I see why Armand loves his night Island. His rooms here at "Il Villagio" have given me an agreeable refuge since I made him leave. I come and go as I please, feed selectively and without sport. My mission of discovery comes together slowly. Nicki, Quinn and my vexing little Amadeo. How busy they are and becoming firm friends it seems. Maybe the Theatre will be one promise that Amadeo actually succeeds in keeping.

He's everywhere here. In the walls, in the soft silk bed linen that I am now wrapped in, the ripe little mortals who work here, speak the name Marius. Amadeo's Marius? It must be, I feel a great power in the air, as if time knows it's place and purpose. Strangely, I am drawn to Marius almost as much as I am to Armand. The Master is a way to know my redhaired tormentor better. Maybe, in his wise counsel, I can begin to fill the gaping holes in my memory at last. Perhaps even be a pupil again. 

I know, I am surprised too, but I know he will not judge me for loving Amadeo. He cannot loath that that he also feels, after all.