[ Armand nods loosely and it's now that he probably looks the most like he's mortal drunk, the smallest sway to his body even standing still. ]
Yes - anger, that man's amorous intent - I could feel all the mortals emotions too clearly, too large in that place.
[ Talking is too much effort and he catches Daniels thoughts, a mirror of his own. He remembers those months away a little too keenly, the feeling of holding his breath the entire time - was this it? would he lose him to distance and death finally away from his grasp? - unable to reach out, ill equipped, even now to express himself beyond the passions of the body, of the blood.
Daniel, please...
He's not even sure what he's asking for - please understand me, perhaps, please read me the way you've always done. ]
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Yes - anger, that man's amorous intent - I could feel all the mortals emotions too clearly, too large in that place.
[ Talking is too much effort and he catches Daniels thoughts, a mirror of his own. He remembers those months away a little too keenly, the feeling of holding his breath the entire time - was this it? would he lose him to distance and death finally away from his grasp? - unable to reach out, ill equipped, even now to express himself beyond the passions of the body, of the blood.
Daniel, please...
He's not even sure what he's asking for - please understand me, perhaps, please read me the way you've always done. ]