[ That same muddied tone, his accent loud and distinct to even his own ears. ]
I thank god every day that you did--
[ Armand stares at the kitchen cabinets, unseeing, alone in this little space, as reddish tears begin to slip down his cheeks. He's remembering the time before this, the weight of Daniel's arm around his shoulders, the slow beat of his immortal heart under his ear as the subway car rocks them with it's motion. The knowledge that the coven is back on their island, in their villa, that the night sprawls before them, endless and for once, all the insecurity, all the strange guilt and doubt that plagues him, does not exist - he is happy. ]
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I thank god every day that you did--
[ Armand stares at the kitchen cabinets, unseeing, alone in this little space, as reddish tears begin to slip down his cheeks. He's remembering the time before this, the weight of Daniel's arm around his shoulders, the slow beat of his immortal heart under his ear as the subway car rocks them with it's motion. The knowledge that the coven is back on their island, in their villa, that the night sprawls before them, endless and for once, all the insecurity, all the strange guilt and doubt that plagues him, does not exist - he is happy. ]
Yes.