"I think I already puked up half a spleen, is there more?"
As if the gothic romance vibes weren't already a lost cause. Too fast, all of it. Armand had only known what he was doing through textbook knowledge; Daniel saw, in the transfer of blood, that the too-old monster has no real memory of his own transformation besides pain. The last thing he'd said to Daniel, sitting on the edge of the bed with his head hung over, was You'll feel better now.
Fucking asshole.
Daniel doesn't know what his eyes are doing, can't see himself, obviously. Mood-ring bullshit, green-orange-yellow, shifting between a reflection of his own genetics and something borrowed.
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As if the gothic romance vibes weren't already a lost cause. Too fast, all of it. Armand had only known what he was doing through textbook knowledge; Daniel saw, in the transfer of blood, that the too-old monster has no real memory of his own transformation besides pain. The last thing he'd said to Daniel, sitting on the edge of the bed with his head hung over, was You'll feel better now.
Fucking asshole.
Daniel doesn't know what his eyes are doing, can't see himself, obviously. Mood-ring bullshit, green-orange-yellow, shifting between a reflection of his own genetics and something borrowed.
"Are you okay? How long has it been?"