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❝I can be on my knees in a second.❞ ┃ #IWTVRP

━ Daniel Molloy; Danny; The "Fascinating" Boy.
━ First Bluesky Account, not the first RP account.
━ Trigger Warnings for Heavy Drug Use (and other adult themes.)
━ Writer is 21+, MDNI.
"I am taking you seriously. It was a serious question."

Daniel realized it probably made him sound like a crazy person. He couldn't care less.

"Look, bullies? They're the biggest cowards out there. If you fight back, they'll stop."
β€œWha β€” no! He’s a jock, which in a lot of ways is worse. I should know!”

Richie pouts.

β€œYou’re not taking me seriously.”
"No, but... Does he have fangs?"

That probably sounded mocking. He didn't mean it to be, actually.
━ made.

"I'm not taking that thing. You can't make me."

He sounded petulant. But more than that, he realized that his words were just... wrong. He probably could make him. He already was fighting the urge to open his eyes again.

A stubborn mortal, but mortal nonetheless.
"Oh, I'm sorry! Did I mess up your freaky mind-magic? My bad!"

Daniel stubbornly closed his eyes, as if that would help anything. Maybe if he just didn't look at the doll, it wouldn't get to him again.

It felt like a childish thing to do, he realized at the last second. But his decision was ━
He waved her off, shaking his head. No need to drag her into supernatural shit. Humans are not meant for that. Clearly. His mind is hanging on by a thread. And that thread is fraying.

"I'm not afraid."
"No, but... Does he have fangs?"

That probably sounded mocking. He didn't mean it to be, actually.
He scowls, folding his arms over each other.

β€œHave you SEEN Max JΓ€german?!”
His eyebrow raised.

"Fight back?"
His eyebrow raised.

"Fight back?"
β€œLet’s see… being bullied by Max JΓ€german every day of my goddamn life!”
Worse?

He won't call bullshit, so long as he explains.
━ pounding in his ears, his head hurt.

This didn't feel normal. It must be supernatural, right? He missed his life before he knew that shit was real.
The stranger's final words were enough to snap him out of his stupor. He jerked back, rubbing at his eyes to try and fight the headache that was starting to set in.

"What the fuck are you talking about, man?!"

Fear, for Daniel, can turn into anger quite fast. His heart was ━
Worse?

He won't call bullshit, so long as he explains.
Right there with him… but worse.
He's starting to feel a little bit like a chew toy.
Yeah? Doesn't seem like the rest of the supernatural world agrees.
Daniel holds more value than that, he should think.
He's starting to feel a little bit like a chew toy.
He's starting to feel a little bit like a chew toy.
━ there. He had failed the last time he mentally fought like this and he would fail now too. He wanted the thing. Why not just grab it?

"If it's new, how could I have...?"

He reached up. Not to grab the doll, just to touch it.
"Depends how you define power and influence."

The urge to grab that freaky little doll was growing. His mind was rebelling against it, though. The same way that it screamed, thrashed, and fought when...

When what?

Whatever it was, there was a sense of inevitability ━
"Oh. Yeah, I..."

Going into the kitchen, (provided by the landlord when he moved in) he opened his fridge. Inside, there was no food. Just a single bottle of vodka.

"What do you mean by that? Are vampires territorial about their human pets or something?" He asked, half-jokingly.
━ was. That was starting to bug him.

"I'm not picky." He eventually answered, forcing himself to push past the dread. "You could just order a pizza if you really think I should eat."
━ asked, surprised. To be honest, Daniel didn't eat much. His addiction made his appetite nearly non-existent. And, for some reason, the thought of being fed by a vampire gave him that same cold dread that the word 'Armand' had.

There was nothing to explain why he was afraid of it and yet he ━
━ there was, he couldn't imagine just saying 'fuck it, let me not see what the next day brings.'

He hummed when he got his answer, scribbling something down on his notepad. He scanned his eyes over his questions, getting ready to ask his next one, but Lestat beat him to the punch.

"What?" He ━
Daniel could not wrap his head around having eternal life and throwing it away. He was so hungry for life, constantly looking for the next thing, always asking 'and then what?'

Sure, he remembered Louis' story. He heard how eternal life didn't mean freedom from pain. But no matter how much pain ━
"So are raccoons!"

He said that as a joke.

It's easier to deflect with humor, but he couldn't hide how his cheeks turned a light shade of pink.
Wandering over to the closet, he started to look through. Armand's clothes are expensive.

"I don't. I have an older sister and a younger sister. Thought you could read minds?"
"Not afraid."

He said with a chuckle, following after her. He was fidgety, as he always was.

"I've been alright. Can't complain, I guess."
"Uh. Sure."

He was a little disoriented. But then, he always seemed a little... out of it.
He disappeared into the bathroom and a minute later, the water turned on.

He took his time. A nice, burning hot shower. He even shaved afterward. When he came out, he had a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Am I allowed to see my clothes now?"
"Alright, alright, I'll shower."

He laughed, getting to his feet and stretching. Groaning when he felt a slight pain in his shoulder.

An old injury that never healed quite right. (From when? He doesn't remember.)

"Be right back."