It doesn't alleviate that desire to enclose. With his hands, with his teeth.
Not even a little. Maybe some of the anxious urgency of it feels soothed, but not the sentiment as a whole. Armand, certainly, has felt possessiveness before. Felt its itch, felt the satisfaction in scratching it. But it had felt like thievery. Stealing someone from someone else, stealing someone from themself.
Still feels it, here, but now he can tell himself: no, his fledgling. His, his, his. No one can deny that, no one can change it, not even Daniel, not even himself.
See? He liked his gifts.
Outward sign of this processing: a breath drawn in, a flick of a glance down towards their feet and the pavement.
"Were you going to hunt tonight? I'd like to watch if you were."
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Not even a little. Maybe some of the anxious urgency of it feels soothed, but not the sentiment as a whole. Armand, certainly, has felt possessiveness before. Felt its itch, felt the satisfaction in scratching it. But it had felt like thievery. Stealing someone from someone else, stealing someone from themself.
Still feels it, here, but now he can tell himself: no, his fledgling. His, his, his. No one can deny that, no one can change it, not even Daniel, not even himself.
See? He liked his gifts.
Outward sign of this processing: a breath drawn in, a flick of a glance down towards their feet and the pavement.
"Were you going to hunt tonight? I'd like to watch if you were."
He hasn't yet had the pleasure.