ARMAND: I'M GOING TO GIVE YOU TEN SECONDS. NINE, EIGHT…
it was getting old - the constant rejections from armand, him telling daniel that he would not turn him, despite daniel's devotion. pushing 30, falling deeper into drugs than he even had been before ( something he hadn't thought possible, yet he stumbled through darkened streets most nights, trying and failing to find the purpose he was looking for ), daniel couldn't see a better time than now to be what armand had been for a century or more. but it was always denied, denied, denied. so sue daniel for being a little bit pissed off. 'i'm not a fucking child, man - you can't expect that shit to actually work on me,' daniel crosses his arms over his chest and finds himself fearing what might happen if armand actually reached one. daniel doesn't believe armand would hurt him. not physically. what he fears is the other leaving him alone. walking off and never returning. eyes glance armand's way, ear twitching at the seven, six, five, four... daniel huffs, rubbing a hand against his eye and allowing his fingers to run through his hair before he storms back toward the vampire, though he doesn't look particularly happy about it. 'might as well get me a collar and a leash, if you're gonna treat me like your pet,' @lamourstre.