The world tilts a little as Daniel asks this thing.
Standing stable and all, but like a readjustment has to happen inside of himself. A glitching kind of moment in which Armand reflexively attempts to divine what the correct answer is, his own competing desires and sense of control all disorganised within him. Blood dries in a wandering path down his arm, collected as a smear at the elbow.
"Yes," he says. Because he does.
And he would like for it to all be pared down just as simply as Daniel makes it seem. Feels in his own mouth the slight ache that comes with fangs growing sharp, that comes with wanting to bite down.
The hand lingering at Daniel's face turns outward. A tip of his head follows a gaze scraped down to where he knows fat veins lie down the side of a warm throat.
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Standing stable and all, but like a readjustment has to happen inside of himself. A glitching kind of moment in which Armand reflexively attempts to divine what the correct answer is, his own competing desires and sense of control all disorganised within him. Blood dries in a wandering path down his arm, collected as a smear at the elbow.
"Yes," he says. Because he does.
And he would like for it to all be pared down just as simply as Daniel makes it seem. Feels in his own mouth the slight ache that comes with fangs growing sharp, that comes with wanting to bite down.
The hand lingering at Daniel's face turns outward. A tip of his head follows a gaze scraped down to where he knows fat veins lie down the side of a warm throat.