Assigned roles. Neatly arranged. Roles have such a strong presence in Armand's life, it seems, and Daniel wonders how exactly he feels about this one. If Daniel should rock the boat and disturb the need for them at all, or if—
It's bleak to think of. Slavery, a fucking cult. Collapsing under the weight of maitre over and over. Is maker easier. Just Daniel, just one arrogant journalist. Does he want it to be easier for Armand, on that note? Does he want to learn from someone who directed the play that executed Claudia and Madeleine? Does he care? He didn't know them. Is he curious? He could find an angle. Within Armand, there seems to be a fucking limitless number of angles and mysteries to untangle. They'll probably all burn him.
"I'm daring you," is what he ends up saying, tipping caution off a ledge. He wants to be angry at him. He wants to understand him. He wants every corrosive angle. How fucking awful.
"I could learn, too. Probably. Maybe. It's been a while since I've been a student."
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It's bleak to think of. Slavery, a fucking cult. Collapsing under the weight of maitre over and over. Is maker easier. Just Daniel, just one arrogant journalist. Does he want it to be easier for Armand, on that note? Does he want to learn from someone who directed the play that executed Claudia and Madeleine? Does he care? He didn't know them. Is he curious? He could find an angle. Within Armand, there seems to be a fucking limitless number of angles and mysteries to untangle. They'll probably all burn him.
"I'm daring you," is what he ends up saying, tipping caution off a ledge. He wants to be angry at him. He wants to understand him. He wants every corrosive angle. How fucking awful.
"I could learn, too. Probably. Maybe. It's been a while since I've been a student."