imagine being that weird goth kid at school but you’ve gained immunity from bullying because you’re the leader of a gaggle of other goth kids. one day you’re in the basement spearheading one of your customary goth clubhouse meetings when your jock brother saunters in sweat-soaked from practice and wedges your head underneath his armpit. it thoroughly undermines your authority and someone slaps your lunch tray out of your hands the day after. that was armand when lestat blew up his cult
