Twofold surges of interest: that small smile, which seemed so disarmed and honest then, seems that way again now, and the knifelike focus that narrows down onto him. Armand is such a tangle of things, and it goes down in him for miles. Daniel thinks he could tumble forever, endless depths, velvet black and strange and endless.
His own eyes are overbright, starting to turn demon-yellow in anticipation of the blood. He looks back at Armand for another moment, a lopsided smile on his face that's entirely too fond for the situation, committing what amounts to a ritual murder together like it's romantic, before he moves to take up that invitation. The hand touching Armand's face slips down, though he stays connected, resting it on his maker's knee instead. Gives him better leverage as he leans in to Deana's other side, and opens his mouth for the sizeable fangs that extend from unremarkable canine teeth.
He bites down, covers the wound, and drinks. Deana shivers, her head falling back on the sofa, and Daniel holds her steady without letting go of Armand's knee. This isn't just the high, for him, he's also taking sustenance, and this will be the last of her life, walking through the door in her mind. A big hit, for Daniel, but he'd calculated what he might take on his own for a casual trip added the tiniest bit more, eyeballing the split between him and Armand. He's done this before, and he trusts his experience just fine; there's all kind of shroom etiquette these days, extensive communities throughout the world and dedicated tutorials on Reddit that emphasize the danger of tripping alone. But Reddit wasn't around when Daniel started using, and he's been a solo traveler long enough to know he can look after the both of them.
Her heartbeat, into his, and into his maker's (always seeming to sync when they sit next to each other for long enough). He swallows blood, psychedelics, life. Deana walks on, euphoric, and she lets go of any hand guiding her to do so. A joyful crossing as Daniel finally withdraws, letting her fade on her own. Pinpricks at her throat remain— they'll heal quick, but not instantly, like Armand can facilitate. Still a babypire.
Daniel looks at him. Made of black lilies, haloed like a saint, like the devil, ceiling moving above his head and opening up into galaxies of pastel planets.
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His own eyes are overbright, starting to turn demon-yellow in anticipation of the blood. He looks back at Armand for another moment, a lopsided smile on his face that's entirely too fond for the situation, committing what amounts to a ritual murder together like it's romantic, before he moves to take up that invitation. The hand touching Armand's face slips down, though he stays connected, resting it on his maker's knee instead. Gives him better leverage as he leans in to Deana's other side, and opens his mouth for the sizeable fangs that extend from unremarkable canine teeth.
He bites down, covers the wound, and drinks. Deana shivers, her head falling back on the sofa, and Daniel holds her steady without letting go of Armand's knee. This isn't just the high, for him, he's also taking sustenance, and this will be the last of her life, walking through the door in her mind. A big hit, for Daniel, but he'd calculated what he might take on his own for a casual trip added the tiniest bit more, eyeballing the split between him and Armand. He's done this before, and he trusts his experience just fine; there's all kind of shroom etiquette these days, extensive communities throughout the world and dedicated tutorials on Reddit that emphasize the danger of tripping alone. But Reddit wasn't around when Daniel started using, and he's been a solo traveler long enough to know he can look after the both of them.
Her heartbeat, into his, and into his maker's (always seeming to sync when they sit next to each other for long enough). He swallows blood, psychedelics, life. Deana walks on, euphoric, and she lets go of any hand guiding her to do so. A joyful crossing as Daniel finally withdraws, letting her fade on her own. Pinpricks at her throat remain— they'll heal quick, but not instantly, like Armand can facilitate. Still a babypire.
Daniel looks at him. Made of black lilies, haloed like a saint, like the devil, ceiling moving above his head and opening up into galaxies of pastel planets.