Louis' insistence that the bond seduced him and his maker into being the only two people on Earth was met with skepticism because they had a third (and a forth, in Antoinette). But he understands now it was plain and simple favoritism making it true, and he finds himself unable to even consider the hypothetical of Armand making another. His mind skitters away from it. Probably a fucked up sign. A fucked up sign, of more things that are fucked up, and he welcomes all of it, because despite all of his shit talking, he really, really likes feeling like he and Armand are all there is.
Daniel takes stock of these ideas, imagining them, letting the potential wash over him. Impossible to miss the way his breathing ticks up a little, and the way he's only growing warmer. The idea of being served by someone with Armand's past threatens to string a stitch of unease through him, but he's a little foregone in the arousal department, and besides, Armand has had quite a while to unpack his own issues. If he has. But telling a survivor what they can and can't be turned on by is bullshit.
Ownership. His pulse speeds up, telltale. A horrible thing to know that in 1973, Armand described him accurately, and that a part of him in the midst of the most intense fear and shame he'd ever felt, thought it was kind of hot. That part of him seizes onto something now and says Yes, more of that, and has to take a slow breath.
Complicated. Yep. Here we fucking are.
"You're the only one," he says, and he's shocked at how affected he sounds. Uncharacteristically, he falls short on explaining what he means by that. Maybe it's clear. Armand is singular. In the world, and to him.
no subject
Daniel takes stock of these ideas, imagining them, letting the potential wash over him. Impossible to miss the way his breathing ticks up a little, and the way he's only growing warmer. The idea of being served by someone with Armand's past threatens to string a stitch of unease through him, but he's a little foregone in the arousal department, and besides, Armand has had quite a while to unpack his own issues. If he has. But telling a survivor what they can and can't be turned on by is bullshit.
Ownership. His pulse speeds up, telltale. A horrible thing to know that in 1973, Armand described him accurately, and that a part of him in the midst of the most intense fear and shame he'd ever felt, thought it was kind of hot. That part of him seizes onto something now and says Yes, more of that, and has to take a slow breath.
Complicated. Yep. Here we fucking are.
"You're the only one," he says, and he's shocked at how affected he sounds. Uncharacteristically, he falls short on explaining what he means by that. Maybe it's clear. Armand is singular. In the world, and to him.