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@vxmpiredaniel
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~ @vxmpiredaniel || ā i didnāt push you away. you just stopped reaching out. thereās a difference. ā ~
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"I stopped reaching out because we shouldn't be spending so much time together." The situation has gotten complicated. Realistically, Armand should have cut contact with Daniel immediately after the night with Louis. But he hadn't. He found himself drawn towards him, with this desperate need to engulf him and shield him away from the world.
It's love.
And that makes it difficult to stay away.
"I do not want to make your life more complicated than it needs to be." He has seen what happens when mortals come into their world. The tragedy that ensues. He does not want any of that for Daniel.
Yet, selfishness makes it hard to fully cut the cord.
"I just wanted to see how you are doing. Are you writing anything currently?"
Daniel stares at him for a moment, the sheer audacity of the man before him baffling him, before he remembers he isn't supposed to care, and he focuses back on his writing. Just as he does, Armand speaks up. He feels his eyes narrow at the notebook he was scribbling on before he looks back at him, "Yes, I am writing the tale of the asshole who keeps waltzing in and out of my life without explanation. It's quite the autobiographical masterpiece." He chucks the notebook down, the distraction not working, and so instead he lights a cigarette. His mind was rattling; he wanted something to take the edge off, but he knew he couldn't afford it until next week, and so he settled for cigarettes. "Life is already plenty complicated."