Eating rich people, finding everyone else tiring, reacting to an annihilated prime by making horrendous observations about older and younger generations alike. Mentally ill and kind of hot about it, kind of horrible. (Daniel has been fired from several newspapers before.)
In the not-quite-end, Daniel does need Armand's help with more finite control— he knows where she needs to go, how to path, but making her do it with precision is tough. He's not quite figured out how to get those intricate controls without either slipping or causing more damage than he'd like. Only a little annoying, meanwhile, because of course Daniel is the actual irritating distraction between them, but he can't lurk in Armand's head while he does it, so he wants pointers. Easier than ever to ask for them when Armand has foolishly arranged himself right in Daniel's grasp.
Deana, her name is, and she does eventually make her way to a hidden gate in the tall fence that separates their back yard from a neighbor's back yard — having a borderline Luddite neighbor who rejects all modern security and goes to sleep at 8pm is handy for smuggling in food without being tracked. Walks over grass, stops before them, has a funny contradiction on her face of a frown knitting her eyebrows over blank eyes.
Daniel kisses Armand's throat, just under the line of his jaw where he can feel his pulse, before they get up.
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Eating rich people, finding everyone else tiring, reacting to an annihilated prime by making horrendous observations about older and younger generations alike. Mentally ill and kind of hot about it, kind of horrible. (Daniel has been fired from several newspapers before.)
In the not-quite-end, Daniel does need Armand's help with more finite control— he knows where she needs to go, how to path, but making her do it with precision is tough. He's not quite figured out how to get those intricate controls without either slipping or causing more damage than he'd like. Only a little annoying, meanwhile, because of course Daniel is the actual irritating distraction between them, but he can't lurk in Armand's head while he does it, so he wants pointers. Easier than ever to ask for them when Armand has foolishly arranged himself right in Daniel's grasp.
Deana, her name is, and she does eventually make her way to a hidden gate in the tall fence that separates their back yard from a neighbor's back yard — having a borderline Luddite neighbor who rejects all modern security and goes to sleep at 8pm is handy for smuggling in food without being tracked. Walks over grass, stops before them, has a funny contradiction on her face of a frown knitting her eyebrows over blank eyes.
Daniel kisses Armand's throat, just under the line of his jaw where he can feel his pulse, before they get up.