There can be hiking. They don't have to plan everything. They don't have to do anything, at all. There are compelling reasons why they shouldn't— more than reasons encouraging connection. And yet, the kills, the notes, the diner, and here, leaves.
Difficult to feel anger over his initial assumption — that Armand did what he did to tether Louis, to make their agreement over his survival past that apartment in San Francisco eternal, a symbol of their relationship — when Armand is here and seems so lost at sea. He supposes there could still be time. A long con.
But Daniel likes figuring shit out. He's good at getting angles.
"Okay."
Confirmation. They have said it, thus it shall be so. And all that. Bracing himself. Not just for staring at his own hands but the undertaking of trying to meaningfully connect with someone who tortured him. Daniel looks at him, those blood-moon eyes shimmering with the barest bits of light picked up from the store far behind them. Horror movie features he's seen in his dreams for fifty years. The lenses he wore for his costume seem so unconvincing in retrospect. Armand looks more alive when he's a vampire.
More forest to wander through, for a little while at least. Daniel has cigarettes in his pocket but he doesn't pull them out, not wanting to disturb the area. Content to exist quietly in this world he can see and hear correctly now, before the turning of the Earth asks him to return to the car, and head back to a hotel, and darkness.
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Difficult to feel anger over his initial assumption — that Armand did what he did to tether Louis, to make their agreement over his survival past that apartment in San Francisco eternal, a symbol of their relationship — when Armand is here and seems so lost at sea. He supposes there could still be time. A long con.
But Daniel likes figuring shit out. He's good at getting angles.
"Okay."
Confirmation. They have said it, thus it shall be so. And all that. Bracing himself. Not just for staring at his own hands but the undertaking of trying to meaningfully connect with someone who tortured him. Daniel looks at him, those blood-moon eyes shimmering with the barest bits of light picked up from the store far behind them. Horror movie features he's seen in his dreams for fifty years. The lenses he wore for his costume seem so unconvincing in retrospect. Armand looks more alive when he's a vampire.
More forest to wander through, for a little while at least. Daniel has cigarettes in his pocket but he doesn't pull them out, not wanting to disturb the area. Content to exist quietly in this world he can see and hear correctly now, before the turning of the Earth asks him to return to the car, and head back to a hotel, and darkness.