A twitch to his still expression, brow furrowed, and when he takes another step, his feet lift from the floor, drifting up an inch, six inches, two feet into the air.
There is a way vampires have in the world. When they mimic mortal men, maybe there is some strange entrancing quality, or some prey-type unease, but it's an undercurrent. The more you might talk to them, and Daniel certainly has experience, the more that undercurrent weakens. It goes away completely, even.
And then they reveal themselves, a reveal that has nothing to do with the intellectual. A sudden and undeniable wrongness, an innate quality that transcends terror and lands instead in horror. Armand drifts closer to Daniel and the light seems to bend.
"You're asking the wrong questions again. You wanted to know about our dinner plans."
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A twitch to his still expression, brow furrowed, and when he takes another step, his feet lift from the floor, drifting up an inch, six inches, two feet into the air.
There is a way vampires have in the world. When they mimic mortal men, maybe there is some strange entrancing quality, or some prey-type unease, but it's an undercurrent. The more you might talk to them, and Daniel certainly has experience, the more that undercurrent weakens. It goes away completely, even.
And then they reveal themselves, a reveal that has nothing to do with the intellectual. A sudden and undeniable wrongness, an innate quality that transcends terror and lands instead in horror. Armand drifts closer to Daniel and the light seems to bend.
"You're asking the wrong questions again. You wanted to know about our dinner plans."