Again, as he feels Armand's nearness; again, as he looks down at the guy in his trunk, and reaches out with one hand to tug below his eye and observe his pupils. He smells like shitty vodka and fear and thrumming, shimmering blood, and he has two blue tablets in a tiny bag in his back pocket.
The trunk closes.
Everywhere is middle-of-nowhere on the road between South Dakota and Iowa. Daniel drives into the dark (into the night), and he thinks about how he is, in fact, actually incredibly angry at Armand, still. Not for turning him, in retrospect, that seems as sure as anything, which is a little funny. For everything else. For doing strange things to his life, for torturing him, for Claudia, who Daniel never even knew. For Louis, even though he knows Louis wasn't a perfect victim.
I must be the dumbest person on Earth.
The origin of their association, the psychic surgery on his brain, the violation every time his memories were dug into. (The hand on Louis' shoulder, stopping the way he was forcing a tremor.) Being given a drugged boy is insane. It's insane, Armand, like he can hear him. What the fuck are you doing. He doesn't know who he's asking. (Himself.) Gifts and pages like secret letters.
He drives to a rest stop with dozens of miles of nothing in either direction. He forces the remaining pills into the abducted clubber's mouth. He closes the trunk and waits, and thinks about:
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Again, as he feels Armand's nearness; again, as he looks down at the guy in his trunk, and reaches out with one hand to tug below his eye and observe his pupils. He smells like shitty vodka and fear and thrumming, shimmering blood, and he has two blue tablets in a tiny bag in his back pocket.
The trunk closes.
Everywhere is middle-of-nowhere on the road between South Dakota and Iowa. Daniel drives into the dark (into the night), and he thinks about how he is, in fact, actually incredibly angry at Armand, still. Not for turning him, in retrospect, that seems as sure as anything, which is a little funny. For everything else. For doing strange things to his life, for torturing him, for Claudia, who Daniel never even knew. For Louis, even though he knows Louis wasn't a perfect victim.
I must be the dumbest person on Earth.
The origin of their association, the psychic surgery on his brain, the violation every time his memories were dug into. (The hand on Louis' shoulder, stopping the way he was forcing a tremor.) Being given a drugged boy is insane. It's insane, Armand, like he can hear him. What the fuck are you doing. He doesn't know who he's asking. (Himself.) Gifts and pages like secret letters.
He drives to a rest stop with dozens of miles of nothing in either direction. He forces the remaining pills into the abducted clubber's mouth. He closes the trunk and waits, and thinks about: