In case this is in question. Daniel is being attentive, and they've done this kind of thing before, and so Armand understands their roles. He might even say that doing this, sharing these experiences, entering these theatres that Daniel knows better than Armand, is almost worth doing for the purpose of being led along through them, as well as for the experience itself. For Daniel to look up and see him and put a hand on him and tell him where they are.
He is alright. They're right here, still. Daniel, who sees him as something like no one has described him as before, like something alive, whose out-of-placeness is a beautiful thing. Of course, there's the impulse to argue. Daniel will be disappointed, it's only a matter of time, unless he is different, and Armand wouldn't have made him if he wasn't different.
Like with the corpse they left behind, there are shapes sprouting out from the rug, but these don't have him recoil. Watches as they curl around them, like they are still in a thick garden of wild flowers.
"I remember not really understanding that the world could change." Now with Daniel's hand wandered up further, he can touch at this contact, a trailing of fingertips across the back of his hand, to his wrist. "I didn't consider that the world was round and that it existed in a greater space or spun in circles. I didn't relate the way that I could learn things, that humanity could also learn things. I thought I was joining in with a song already written. I didn't know there was more to discover and imagine than already had been. And then I was immortal."
Up to Daniel's elbow, feeling towards the tender skin inside of it, slipping beneath his sleeve. "And a hundred years pass. Two hundred. You wish you could go back. It's too much, too fast. I think it's why the Children embraced the dark underground the way they did, but it doesn't work. We still need the blood. We'll always still drink of the world."
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In case this is in question. Daniel is being attentive, and they've done this kind of thing before, and so Armand understands their roles. He might even say that doing this, sharing these experiences, entering these theatres that Daniel knows better than Armand, is almost worth doing for the purpose of being led along through them, as well as for the experience itself. For Daniel to look up and see him and put a hand on him and tell him where they are.
He is alright. They're right here, still. Daniel, who sees him as something like no one has described him as before, like something alive, whose out-of-placeness is a beautiful thing. Of course, there's the impulse to argue. Daniel will be disappointed, it's only a matter of time, unless he is different, and Armand wouldn't have made him if he wasn't different.
Like with the corpse they left behind, there are shapes sprouting out from the rug, but these don't have him recoil. Watches as they curl around them, like they are still in a thick garden of wild flowers.
"I remember not really understanding that the world could change." Now with Daniel's hand wandered up further, he can touch at this contact, a trailing of fingertips across the back of his hand, to his wrist. "I didn't consider that the world was round and that it existed in a greater space or spun in circles. I didn't relate the way that I could learn things, that humanity could also learn things. I thought I was joining in with a song already written. I didn't know there was more to discover and imagine than already had been. And then I was immortal."
Up to Daniel's elbow, feeling towards the tender skin inside of it, slipping beneath his sleeve. "And a hundred years pass. Two hundred. You wish you could go back. It's too much, too fast. I think it's why the Children embraced the dark underground the way they did, but it doesn't work. We still need the blood. We'll always still drink of the world."