“i think people underestimate you.”
@lambru
❝ i want them to. you should, too. ❞ these eyes are of primeval legend, the topaz glare of low light and white overhead LED's bringing forth a look that borders a half-grown lad and something older; something alive and crawling that lurks beneath the satyr-like figure's gaze. the bloom of armand's sharp beauty is only contrasted by the tender way in which he holds himself, a gentleness that extends to his small, upturning mouth. bella's observation is not lost on him, but he can't allow it to sink in the way it ought to, the way it's intended to be. ❝ it's - ... much safer if they assume you're a lamb. ❞
bella had little choice but to be a lamb. women did not have the same advantage, there was little in the way of the world to sway what was nature and what was nurture; armand knows more than most that women are fodder for those stronger, hungrier. he, too, has been the sacrificial satyr on the alter, a prayer for a rainier day, penance for the worshipful, a meal for the gods. perhaps this is why he sits here, now, knee to knee with the lambs once more. ❝ the underestimation is where many men fail, my dear. the split second in which a man finally understands that we are wolves is all we need, you and i. ❞
