If not for Daniel, maybe Armand would stay here for some time. Not just in this room, but here on the floor. Maybe he would sink the last few inches down and lay in the dust and consider the absolute totality of the void that has now suffused his whole self, from somewhere cold within his gut and bleeding out to the edge of his fingers. He has much to contemplate. He has nothing to contemplate.
And then there is Daniel's voice, like it's coming from the end of some long tunnel. He lifts his head, first, and then adjusts. Folding his legs into a sit.
The death he considers granting Daniel is far from easeful. He could do like every other fucking vampire on this miserable world and tear what upsets him into furious pieces. The urge is there, certainly, naturally, and he can lift it up like a jewel and consider its facets.
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If not for Daniel, maybe Armand would stay here for some time. Not just in this room, but here on the floor. Maybe he would sink the last few inches down and lay in the dust and consider the absolute totality of the void that has now suffused his whole self, from somewhere cold within his gut and bleeding out to the edge of his fingers. He has much to contemplate. He has nothing to contemplate.
And then there is Daniel's voice, like it's coming from the end of some long tunnel. He lifts his head, first, and then adjusts. Folding his legs into a sit.
The death he considers granting Daniel is far from easeful. He could do like every other fucking vampire on this miserable world and tear what upsets him into furious pieces. The urge is there, certainly, naturally, and he can lift it up like a jewel and consider its facets.
"I'm fine, Daniel," he hears himself say.