Daniel is paying attention to the backs of Armand's knees, now. A sensitive, easily overlooked area; he traces shapes through fabric, thinks about biting him there. Wonders if Armand would let him. It'd be a funny spot to ask for, first thing. Not his wrist, not his throat. Your knee pit, could I?
Everything is dreamy and beautiful. The paint on the ceiling has floated down to blanket them in violet and gold.
He looks up. Daniel's expression turns sheepish, a little half-smile, expressing that he feels silly about what he's going to say.
"Bear with me," he requests. Sliding his touch over a calf, seeing if Armand wants to extend a leg, or keep it propped up. This might be sensual, but it isn't really sexual. Just touching him, because they're both here, real, now. "Plants hibernate. Some of them. Sometimes all they are is just a seed in the ground all winter. Or they go dormant for years, or they're just something people think is inert, like... when everybody went nuts for tulips and were buying and selling their bulbs, passing around these rock-like things. Tulip Mania. Maybe you were there."
It was in the 1600s. Maybe he was. Daniel has a hand on a thigh, now, but his touch remains slow, not aiming anywhere saucy.
"And you might think, plants need the sun, nobody like us can be like a plant. But you hibernated away from the sun, and now you can see it again. You say, sometimes, you're not sure if we should exist, and you don't feel like you're a part of the world. But I think you're like a plant." He's said this already. Look. Go with him. "Because you were hibernating. And who knows the world better than you, now? Someone that's been a part of it for so long? Who else would understand the way it's changed, the ways it could be healed? I just.. think it's beautiful."
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Everything is dreamy and beautiful. The paint on the ceiling has floated down to blanket them in violet and gold.
He looks up. Daniel's expression turns sheepish, a little half-smile, expressing that he feels silly about what he's going to say.
"Bear with me," he requests. Sliding his touch over a calf, seeing if Armand wants to extend a leg, or keep it propped up. This might be sensual, but it isn't really sexual. Just touching him, because they're both here, real, now. "Plants hibernate. Some of them. Sometimes all they are is just a seed in the ground all winter. Or they go dormant for years, or they're just something people think is inert, like... when everybody went nuts for tulips and were buying and selling their bulbs, passing around these rock-like things. Tulip Mania. Maybe you were there."
It was in the 1600s. Maybe he was. Daniel has a hand on a thigh, now, but his touch remains slow, not aiming anywhere saucy.
"And you might think, plants need the sun, nobody like us can be like a plant. But you hibernated away from the sun, and now you can see it again. You say, sometimes, you're not sure if we should exist, and you don't feel like you're a part of the world. But I think you're like a plant." He's said this already. Look. Go with him. "Because you were hibernating. And who knows the world better than you, now? Someone that's been a part of it for so long? Who else would understand the way it's changed, the ways it could be healed? I just.. think it's beautiful."