ID, yes, but really who else has that name. She's happy to hand it over. If he needs anything else...?
The envelope is a normal white envelope, and within it is a normal sheet of paper folded into thirds. A message is there on it, written out with a blue ballpoint pen. No sinister signatures in blood, no ominous tokens. Just Daniel's shitty, uneven handwriting, which he struggles to keep on even lines.
Louis,
He's not literally forcing me to write this but I still don't have a choice. Fucking illegible I know.
Parkinson's has not miraculously let up in between the last time they saw each other and now. He's felt like he's been getting extremely good medication while being made to drink Armand's fucking blood, but there are psychological downsides. Mostly it's very annoying. The note continues.
He says he's not going to kill me, but he's not going to let you take me, either. No word on if he intends to let me go. He says it's stressing me out to move so fast but he has to if you're going to push the issue, which sounds like a victim blamey bullshit excuse to me, but what do I fucking know. He'll edit this if he finds anything objectionable probably, so fuck you, Armand. Cross this out if you want.
DM
Armand, apparently, opted not to force him to rewrite without the hostility. How nice. Not silencing a writer's voice etc etc. What a guy. In any event, they are not staying in this hotel, though Armand did permit Daniel to stop in and have lunch. They left before sundown, and are now...? Somewhere. Istanbul connects to the rest of the whole fucking world. But they left the airport. So it stands to reason they might still be in the city, with Armand hopeful that Louis won't have even made it this far.
Armand's mind is surely closed off, but Daniel is just a human.
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ID, yes, but really who else has that name. She's happy to hand it over. If he needs anything else...?
The envelope is a normal white envelope, and within it is a normal sheet of paper folded into thirds. A message is there on it, written out with a blue ballpoint pen. No sinister signatures in blood, no ominous tokens. Just Daniel's shitty, uneven handwriting, which he struggles to keep on even lines.
Parkinson's has not miraculously let up in between the last time they saw each other and now. He's felt like he's been getting extremely good medication while being made to drink Armand's fucking blood, but there are psychological downsides. Mostly it's very annoying. The note continues.
Armand, apparently, opted not to force him to rewrite without the hostility. How nice. Not silencing a writer's voice etc etc. What a guy. In any event, they are not staying in this hotel, though Armand did permit Daniel to stop in and have lunch. They left before sundown, and are now...? Somewhere. Istanbul connects to the rest of the whole fucking world. But they left the airport. So it stands to reason they might still be in the city, with Armand hopeful that Louis won't have even made it this far.
Armand's mind is surely closed off, but Daniel is just a human.