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    Armand is well familiar with discomfort. And Armand is rewarded when Louis murmurs, “Bon garçon,” and removes his fingers to trace his mouth

     

    You have never been good. You have not been a boy in an eternity. You will be a boy forever.

     

    “Merci, Maître,” Armand says softly instead.

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    Armand is unsettled, and Louis is distant. Their usual games take a turn.

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    She’s laughing again. The way a mother laughs when a child says a dirty joke he doesn’t understand. “You ain’t a mastermind, Maître . You ain’t even a good director. You’re a rabbit in a cage. You crawled in there all by yourself, and you think that if you can be soft enough and pretty enough he’s gonna keep feeding you, keep you safe from the hunters and the dogs.”

    Somewhere, in the tiny pocket of empty space between Armand’s ribcage and his heart, there’s a boy, eyes looking down, hands numb from being strung up on the cellar wall. He’s been louder than usual, these past few months.

    [it's the last half of season two but Armand gets threatened and therapy-ed enough to actually try and save Louis]

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    03 Sep 2024

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    He’s always been interesting.

    Big men with big hands and big mouths called him alluring as they defiled him before the painted angels of Christ on the church glass windows.

    Marius called him a temptress- a Boticelli angel in the flesh- as he kissed away all the marks the bad men had left on his precious Amadeo and replaced them with his own.

    Santino called him… all sorts of things, but that didn’t stop him from indulging in Amadeo’s skills like every other man who liked to break pretty things.

    Louis called him boring. Daniel said he was smothering.

    Somehow, out of all the things Armand had been called over the centuries, the last two are the only ones that feel like they matter.
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    aka Daniel and Armand fight, and Armand freaks a little bit.

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    01 Sep 2024

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    England’s grenades in the Great War were called Mills, and their creator, William Mills, cranked them out like ants pumped full of Baratol from his factory in Birmingham. You could throw them thirty yards; the fragments flew a hundred.

    Elsewhere in Birmingham, the Shelby family: their unnamable pin pulled before God’s memory began, and the pressure left to rise within their closed borders not in a blink’s time but over generations, until there was not just one bomb between them but each of them a bomb in a great heap of bombs. The fragments of one blow another and another and another, and someday the whole thing will go but not yet, not yet: for now iron shards fly.

    [[aka: my all-Shelby incest manifesto, with ada/tommy endgame.]]

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    30 Aug 2024

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    “You want the favourite that doesn’t make sense. The one that’s a surprise, the one no sane person should prefer, but here we are anyway. You want to know which of these guys is the sort I know I would be better off without, but can’t stay away from. The one who pulls me in, who horrifies me as much as he fascinates me, who’s a mess but goddamnit, he’s my mess, and that’s why I’d pick him anyway. Is that the favourite you want to know?”
    “Yes,” breathes the talk show host, leaning forward, the spark of true interest lighting up her eyes. Daniel knows his own must glow orange-red under his shades. “Yes!”

    “Armand,” says Daniel, simply. “That’s Armand.”

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