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daniel molloy. ([personal profile] followups) wrote 2024-12-29 09:53 am (UTC)

A weighted blanket, shaped like Armand. It still feels like they're floating, he thinks; on a barely-swaying hammock, made of all the plants that they've become. He raises his head enough to press a kiss to his maker's forehead, because he is a nightmarish monster, and he is precious to Daniel. He makes him feel. He makes him feel everything.

His head drops back, and he slides one hand up and down Armand's spine, slow and rhythmic. He thinks he can feel all the charcoal he draws with. He wonders if Armand will draw anything he remembers from this trip. If Daniel looks different here. If they've transformed.

"Like how we don't really know what anything looks like," he supposes. "Just light bouncing off things, and... imaginary colors, like magenta." Daniel wrinkles his nose. "Is it magenta?"

Maybe it's cyan. Armand's the artist, not him.

"Beauty probably does have locations." Like wherever Armand happens to be. Very good paintings. Perfect sunsets. "What are you transmitting, right now?"

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