In mortal life, if he were ever in a holding pattern like this with someone - near impossible to imagine, but going with the thought experiment - he'd have burned it down ages ago. Forced the issue, explain or get out.
What's the rush, now? He hasn't figured out what this is, and there's no one to ask. No two beings in existence have been in anything even like this situation. Dead or undead. So he proceeds with no expectations, and prunes away unhelpful mental wanderings with better efficiency than he applies when selecting meals. Experiencing it one night at a time, and unpacking things when he's alone. Armand is interesting, and dangerous, and beautiful, and smart, and Daniel is comfortable with him (somehow). Armand wants men like Lestat, and Louis, and a fucked up ancient Roman painter that Daniel hopes has gone into the earth to never return; Daniel sees women sometimes, once then never again. Reconnecting with his body is his business and not something any other vampire he knows can or will understand. He handles it away from them, and shuts it off at home.
"It's something," he says, wry humor. "I'll keep trying." A habit by now, to chuck DVDs at Armand. Another holdover from recovery, during which Daniel didn't know what to do, just put random shit on during the day when he was passed out so that the house wouldn't be silent. Like Armand might slip away into some severed vampire coma he couldn't be woken from, and then Daniel would have to contend with why he didn't want that to happen.
Clothes go where they go, a few books next. Daniel is wearing an oversized long-sleeved shirt, soft pants. Shorts when he's alone, more coverage when Armand lingers. Barriers out of— respect, privacy, something? Daniel is a substitute, he's pretty sure. Though for what, who fucking knows. Maybe Armand is still crafting the role, like a sculpture perpetually still in the blobby clay stage.
"What— oh." A slipper robbed from the foyer, wedged halfway under his dresser. Peanut crimes. Daniel yanks it free and goes to chuck it upstairs to be collected later (or just stolen again by the lurking beast). "Are you staying down here?"
Armand is free to; Daniel would say so if not. Has before.
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What's the rush, now? He hasn't figured out what this is, and there's no one to ask. No two beings in existence have been in anything even like this situation. Dead or undead. So he proceeds with no expectations, and prunes away unhelpful mental wanderings with better efficiency than he applies when selecting meals. Experiencing it one night at a time, and unpacking things when he's alone. Armand is interesting, and dangerous, and beautiful, and smart, and Daniel is comfortable with him (somehow). Armand wants men like Lestat, and Louis, and a fucked up ancient Roman painter that Daniel hopes has gone into the earth to never return; Daniel sees women sometimes, once then never again. Reconnecting with his body is his business and not something any other vampire he knows can or will understand. He handles it away from them, and shuts it off at home.
"It's something," he says, wry humor. "I'll keep trying." A habit by now, to chuck DVDs at Armand. Another holdover from recovery, during which Daniel didn't know what to do, just put random shit on during the day when he was passed out so that the house wouldn't be silent. Like Armand might slip away into some severed vampire coma he couldn't be woken from, and then Daniel would have to contend with why he didn't want that to happen.
Clothes go where they go, a few books next. Daniel is wearing an oversized long-sleeved shirt, soft pants. Shorts when he's alone, more coverage when Armand lingers. Barriers out of— respect, privacy, something? Daniel is a substitute, he's pretty sure. Though for what, who fucking knows. Maybe Armand is still crafting the role, like a sculpture perpetually still in the blobby clay stage.
"What— oh." A slipper robbed from the foyer, wedged halfway under his dresser. Peanut crimes. Daniel yanks it free and goes to chuck it upstairs to be collected later (or just stolen again by the lurking beast). "Are you staying down here?"
Armand is free to; Daniel would say so if not. Has before.