Jul 11
New York: Prove It
It’s an hour or so before sundown but Daniel’s been awake for most of the day, just gazing at the ethereal, otherworldly creature curled contentedly beside him in his bed, in his New York apartment—their New York apartment—with its blue sky, cloud covered ceiling, à la Michelangelo. You see, Armand's been spending most of his days—when he’s not strategising for revolution, or mind-cocking mid musicians in front of trains—getting a solid ten hours of shut-eye out of every twenty-four, in an effort to make up for the fifty-two years that he wouldn’t, or couldn’t sleep, because he was busy keeping Daniel’s mortal, fuck-ass alive.
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 1908