The dissonance is whiplash to Armand, who doesn't move. He simply remains on his knees, alarmed that he's done something that didn't please Daniel. Else, why would he stop him? Why wouldn't he allow Armand to continue? The kiss is sweet, but sweet in this moment is a harsh burst of sunlight in a dark room.
He's not done. This is what he's good at, this is what he's good for. His past has shown him that the times he's wanted the most is when his skills are best put to use, and Daniel isn't allowing him to show that off.
Has he lost his skill? His talents? The doubt creeps onto his face now, not reacting to the kiss, a confused shadow washing over his face. "You didn't let me finish," is all he says, ignoring the commentary about the bodies or Daniel's request to go home. "...was it unsatisfactory?"
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Date: 2024-09-07 03:09 pm (UTC)The dissonance is whiplash to Armand, who doesn't move. He simply remains on his knees, alarmed that he's done something that didn't please Daniel. Else, why would he stop him? Why wouldn't he allow Armand to continue? The kiss is sweet, but sweet in this moment is a harsh burst of sunlight in a dark room.
He's not done. This is what he's good at, this is what he's good for. His past has shown him that the times he's wanted the most is when his skills are best put to use, and Daniel isn't allowing him to show that off.
Has he lost his skill? His talents? The doubt creeps onto his face now, not reacting to the kiss, a confused shadow washing over his face. "You didn't let me finish," is all he says, ignoring the commentary about the bodies or Daniel's request to go home. "...was it unsatisfactory?"