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helen of troy. ([personal profile] divorcing) wrote in [personal profile] followups 2024-09-14 01:10 am (UTC)

A frantic appeal, cut short: Please, Armand, please don't hurt hi—

As if they are all three of them back in that apartment. As if Louis hadn't thrown Armand through the wall. They are all three locked together again, and Louis can feel Daniel's fear, Daniel's panic, before Armand simply expels him. Doesn't matter how tightly Louis dug in to Daniel's mind. Armand wills it, and Louis is simply gone.

Left alone with his panic, his terror. The understanding of what Armand means to do and his own inability to stop it.

Armand's mind is closed to him. Daniel is an absence.

The address is a knife twist. Louis had been close.

The scent of him is still lingering in the room when Louis opens the door. Moving too fast, made single-minded by his panic.

"Daniel," like a plea.

Not a single mortal reacts. But they are not the only occupants of this place.

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