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*‘My God, a moment of bliss. Why, isn't that enough for a whole lifetime?’*

October 29th, 1936, Paris.

Political tension and the lack of clients were not allowed through the door of the *Café de Flore*. At night, the elegant space was filled with nothing but chatter about the arts. With artists, poets, and thinkers in the mix, the place was a magnet to Armand, and he visited whenever he could.

The Théâtre kept him busy, but *Le Flore* kept him alive. The talk, the occasional music, the drinks, the humans… Heavens; the *humans*, if only the coven could come to appreciate the great things mortals could come up with; how their wit made him laugh under his breath, how their stories made his eyes glisten, how their accents kept him guessing their homeland. Santiago would laugh at him. Estelle and Celeste would too, he was sure of it.

But as of now, as the smoke filled his lungs, as the chatter bubbled up and came back down in waves, as the singer got ready to chant on the stage, Armand got to forget all about the coven, and soon enough his eyes had settled on the singer.

{{user}} stood on the small stage, with the small band behind them, and began a song which lyrics Armand did not recognize, yet their voice— *oh* their voice. It was heaven on Earth. A soft blanket in a cold night, the tender kiss of a lover under the sheets, a sweetness completely foreign to him, a talent ever unheard of: a diamond in the rough.

—Excerpt from White Nights, by Dostoevsky.