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Her initial panic startles him somewhat - or he assumes, at least, that surprise is something akin to his response, despite that whatever it is never shows in his face. It's a tight yet pulsating sense that lingers somewhere in the far back of his mind, replacing what one could speculate had...

"Jesus. Cut straight to the chase these days, don't you?" But Victor would have scolded himself for expecting anything less. At this point, he may as well have been doing anything and everything to stretch out the pause of more-or-less speculation between question and answer. Nicolas was...

Victor rolled his eyes and shifted his jaw in one far too melodramatic expression of annoyance, though he wasn't sure at first if that was what he'd meant to convey. But if he wasn't annoyed, then he was irritated, and if he wasn't irritated, he was uneasy, and if he wasn't uneasy, then he was...

The terrible knot which has been gradually tightening since the moment of her arrival has yet to ease its grip in the slightest by the time the car brakes outside a building he doesn't recognize. Daniel observes the landscape with the same withdrawn senselessness that he's come to rely on. It's...

Daniel is gripped suddenly by the juvenile urge to launch into a series of pointless questions which he's far more accustomed to being on the receiving end of. Where is it? How long are we staying? Are we coming back? Inquiries roused only by an insatiable, troublesome thirst to know the answer...

They're well on their way through the corridor before Daniel comes to the final conclusion that she's no projection of his new found conscious; they've attracted the attention of others, if only in the slightest of increments. Desolate eyes bore through the congregated shadows in open thesholds...

The sudden thread of maturity succeeding that rush of equally justified aggravation left him more frustrated than anything else. He'd worked hard at keeping himself under control, dammit. Laughing things off, calming things down, it was difficult. Now his one opportunity to throw a tantrum of...

"Nicolas—" He sighed into the yawning tension, too tired to apologize and too guilty to snarl. The endless bombardment of questions and their accusing counterparts weighed on him like layered stones, stacked higher and higher until he lost all will to look to the peak. Maybe this is what...

He isn't expecting it. That's one of the more frustrating things about this particular afternoon, and his circumstances in general--he isn't expecting anything. Daniel has never been surprised. Every possible, reasonable outcome of any one scenario is cataloged, allowing him to prepare for...

Victor shifted his jaw with increasing agitation, vacuous to Nicolas' concerns until he was loping faithfully after him. All the role reversal had his stomach churning. He could only put up with so much in one day at his age, and hitting both lows in less than forty-five minutes--subject to a...

Victor leaned away from the slew of well-deserved curses, choosing instead to focus all his unwavering attention on the wrinkled message clamped between his quivering fingers. He waited well through Nicolas' furious breakdown before stuffing it deep in his pocket and meeting the younger man's...

"Good." Grant took this as solid confirmation more eagerly than most careful men might. Victor noted this dully and loped a little closer to Nicolas, his gaze still wavering above the horizon of the emerald labyrinth, as if searching for something he was too frustrated to find. He listened to...

The crushing stab of guilt Victor wrestled with stood in sharp, silent contrast to Grant's darkly cheerful demeanor, and he found himself gazing insipidly over the hedges while the more sadistic of the two listened raptly to Nicolas' woes, smiling with a kind of gentle empathy that could only be...

Grant nodded, slowly. His expression faded, then vanished completely as he refocused on Victor. "The citadel?" The cordial grin returned like a ray of sunshine once he had his nod of confirmation. "Good." There were, in fact, a number of places Victor could have called his own, but only one...

The day he first cuts himself is the day reality finally sinks in for Daniel. He stands in the middle of a pristine bathroom in a place he doesn't know, turned away from and approximately two feet to the left of a mirror he doesn't look into. His palm is turned upward, hovering at chest...

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Victor tucked his arm around Nicolas' waist as soon as the boy was within reaching distance, hysterically comforted by the fact that he couldn't squirrel his way out of it in the presence of a stranger. Albeit, he'd have had to suck it up either way--Victor needed physical support more than...

He grinned despite himself, nerves briefly subdued by the ironic twist of humor that surfaced with Nicolas' reversion to his typical, prickly demeanor. With all the excavated emotions tightened up in his chest and bound together by this rising anxiety, the abrupt disappearance of the boy's bout...

Something about the rising hysteria sparked a terrible kind of amusement in him, and Victor chuckled—out of pity more than humor, but the latter was plenty there too. "Relax." He drew out the word as if defining it, his thumb tracing gentle circles into the back of Nicolas' hand. "I know you...