Daniel experiences a spike of disorienting terror so intense that for a second, he's dizzy with it. His mind hasn't finished processing the tree's annihilation and the ominous ring of One down before Armand has him caged.
He might just have a fucking heart attack right here, and Armand won't get to do anything fun at all. A tremor wracks his hand, and Daniel tries to ball it into a fist, but he feels distant. Panic, he realizes, even as he stays still and doesn't try to squirm away. (Couldn't anyway.)
"No you weren't."
There's no petulant denial to be found in his head. Daniel truly doesn't believe that Armand would have endured it, and his retort here is easy, automatic, unhelpfully scoffing. Calling bullshit on the monster about to pop his head off with no effort exerted whatsoever. He wonders if a sprinkler system is about to go off, wouldn't that be dramatic— but no, he thinks with rising hysteria, they have so much fucking money and they don't need to breathe, this whole unit can be enclosed away from the sun. A clean agent system is probably about to go off and suck all the oxygen out of the room to kill the fire and save the artwork, and Daniel is going to pass out.
"You'd never allow it. And you know I'd have said no anyway. You know I'd give two seconds of consideration and realize I'd just be Claudia, waiting around for you to torch me."
What'd Louis think was going to happen, when he left? Ah, well. Sucks about the book. He'd have liked writing it.
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He might just have a fucking heart attack right here, and Armand won't get to do anything fun at all. A tremor wracks his hand, and Daniel tries to ball it into a fist, but he feels distant. Panic, he realizes, even as he stays still and doesn't try to squirm away. (Couldn't anyway.)
"No you weren't."
There's no petulant denial to be found in his head. Daniel truly doesn't believe that Armand would have endured it, and his retort here is easy, automatic, unhelpfully scoffing. Calling bullshit on the monster about to pop his head off with no effort exerted whatsoever. He wonders if a sprinkler system is about to go off, wouldn't that be dramatic— but no, he thinks with rising hysteria, they have so much fucking money and they don't need to breathe, this whole unit can be enclosed away from the sun. A clean agent system is probably about to go off and suck all the oxygen out of the room to kill the fire and save the artwork, and Daniel is going to pass out.
"You'd never allow it. And you know I'd have said no anyway. You know I'd give two seconds of consideration and realize I'd just be Claudia, waiting around for you to torch me."
What'd Louis think was going to happen, when he left? Ah, well. Sucks about the book. He'd have liked writing it.