#dalicemand

[straycatfish]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Armand/Daniel Molloy, Daniel Molloy/Alice

Words: 4,555

Summary:

Armand’s pretty mouth is twisted into an annoying smirk and Daniel knows it’s a dumb idea but goes ahead anyway, tilts his head and puts on the old reliable puzzled pout. And he’s too distracted by the unfounded fondness in Armand’s great big eyes, too slow to notice the mirth dying in Alice’s face until she’s stood abruptly up and walked away from the table. Ah fuck. * or: a journey cut off by snow, an old hotel in Styria, a captivating stranger, and a four-poster bed.

oooh posting a fic. 80s dalice on a cute and sexy european winter getaway but wait, who's that coming in from the cold???

[straycatfish]

uh oh wip wednesday again?

i thought i was gonna be finished with this last weekend but it's turned into a beast. praying 2 be finished by THIS weekend ;__;

It was in the afternoon of an especially rough day’s sleep that he’d thumbed his phone open and pulled up his and Alice’s chat history. Armand absent, skin tacky in his cool sheets, blackout curtains not quite closed. Cracks of winter light mocking their way into his bedroom-turned-mausoleum. Remnants of dreams: Alice’s face, Armand’s face, flickering into one and then apart again. Sudden and overwhelming churn of horror at the thought that she was never real. Except he knew she was. Except there were their messages, safe and ordinary. Slow trickle of information in both directions over the past several years – lawyer shit, daughter shit, hospital shit. Little evidence of affection, but in that moment he couldn’t have felt warmer towards that series of sparse, pragmatic sentences. He’d dozed again, mentally tracing their intersecting lives as far back as he could into the haze. And then jolted awake with another image: a four-poster bed, lights low, the Alice that had somehow held him from the front and back at the same time now splitting in two, because it was both of them. It was both of them.

(two of them . . . )