Real fucking funny now that Daniel knows the sleepy seduction into death was Santiago's routine. The theater for Lestat, art dealing for Louis.
Is anything about you real? So many years in you, and you couldn't figure out that Louis was real, even when he gave you a roadmap? All you had to do was let Claudia go. See her and her girlfriend once a year on Christmas or something. That was real.
Doesn't bother trying to talk. Armand lifts his head, and Daniel stares at the ceiling, listens to the siren-like beep that signals the gas exchange system is about to kick on. A warning to cover your ears and get out. He's not going to. Is he? It feels like a threat, like so much of it back there in that shitty apartment was a threat, but also like a child prodding at a dissected frog in a classroom, uncertain.
I was real, then. All that shit I asked for and offered, was real. You were terrifying but you weren't boring. You were fascinating and you still are. I don't believe you're empty. Your accent changes when you speak Arabic. Is it because Arabic is so old? I had a dog, when I was a kid. I miss the dog.
Ears ring from the shotgun sound of the gas system discharging. Vision blurs. CO2 is safe for up until five minutes, allegedly, but what about if you have Parkinson's? What if you're rapidly losing blood because a monster is draining it out of you, delicate and violent at once? Daniel sees his life, and he tries to laugh. Bloodloss or smoke inhalation or halocarbons.
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Is anything about you real? So many years in you, and you couldn't figure out that Louis was real, even when he gave you a roadmap? All you had to do was let Claudia go. See her and her girlfriend once a year on Christmas or something. That was real.
Doesn't bother trying to talk. Armand lifts his head, and Daniel stares at the ceiling, listens to the siren-like beep that signals the gas exchange system is about to kick on. A warning to cover your ears and get out. He's not going to. Is he? It feels like a threat, like so much of it back there in that shitty apartment was a threat, but also like a child prodding at a dissected frog in a classroom, uncertain.
I was real, then. All that shit I asked for and offered, was real. You were terrifying but you weren't boring. You were fascinating and you still are. I don't believe you're empty. Your accent changes when you speak Arabic. Is it because Arabic is so old? I had a dog, when I was a kid. I miss the dog.
Ears ring from the shotgun sound of the gas system discharging. Vision blurs. CO2 is safe for up until five minutes, allegedly, but what about if you have Parkinson's? What if you're rapidly losing blood because a monster is draining it out of you, delicate and violent at once? Daniel sees his life, and he tries to laugh. Bloodloss or smoke inhalation or halocarbons.
Out.