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“Baby’s Breath and Morning Glories,” Armand said as he looked down at the bouquet of flowers in Daniel’s hands. “Everlasting love and affection,” He took the bouquet, tracing his fingers over the petals. “You say such terrible things to me, but you expect common weeds to make everything okay?” He said, throwing the flowers onto the floor and glaring at Daniel, who shivered in the doorway.
“Can I come in, please?” Daniel asked as a stiff gust of wind caused him to wrap his arms tightly around his body.
“No,” Armand said sternly. “No, you cannot,”
Daniel rolled his eyes, scoffing under his breath, before glaring back at Armand.
“Oh, come on, babe,” He said. “I said stupid things, you said stupid things, now we make up. That’s what we do. Just – Just let me in,”
“No,” Armand said again.
“For fucks sake,” Daniel said, his voice practically a growl as his anger bubbled to the surface again. “Armand, I am freezing my ass off out here. Let me in. Now,”
Armand sighed, lowering his head and looking down at his feet with sad eyes, before looking back up at Daniel from under his lashes.
“No,” Armand said before closing the door with a slam and locking it.
Daniel battered his fist against the door, yelling Armand’s name, his cold breath fogging up the glass of the front door window.
Armand ignored him. He walked into the back room where he kept his coffin and lifted the lid to slip inside, putting himself to sleep and pretending that he couldn’t still hear Daniel crying out his name.
The next night, Armand awoke to silence. He started his evening as he usually did, dressing himself and preparing to go out hunting, and walked into the hallway. He paused as he found the now withering bouquet lying on the floor. He bent down and picked up the flowers. He traced his fingers over the petals again, smiling at the way they felt, and holding them close to his face, sniffing them and closing his eyes at the gentle scent. He placed them onto the small table they kept by the door. They were beautiful.
Armand pulled the door open and jumped as Daniel slumped backwards, catching himself just before his head hit the floor.
“Daniel?”
Daniel looked up. He rubbed his tired eyes, dark circles surrounding them, and dropped his hands away from his pale skin. He cleared his throat and stumbled to his feet, holding the doorframe to keep his balance.
“Hi,” Daniel said, his voice hoarse. His lips were chapped, and the tip of his nose was red. He wrapped his arms around his middle again, holding himself tighter.
“Have you been sat there all day?” Armand asked.
“Well…you wouldn’t let me in,” Daniel shrugged. “I figured I’d just wait until you would,”
“You stupid boy,” Armand said as he pulled Daniel inside and shut the door behind him. “It’s freezing this time of year. You’ll catch your death,”
“I’m fi –,” Daniel sneezed.
Armand scoffed and grabbed Daniel by the elbow, dragging him further inside the house and leading him to the bedroom. He opened the draws and pulled out a fresh pair of pyjamas, tossing them towards Daniel, before throwing back the duvet and waiting for Daniel to get changed.
“Get in the bed,” Armand demanded once Daniel was dressed.
“But –,”
“Bed. Now,” Armand glared.
Daniel sighed but slipped under the covers. He pulled the duvet up and laid down, taking a moment to adjust his pillows before Armand leaned down and began patting them into place himself. He pulled the duvet up to Daniel’s shoulders, tucking him in tightly before sitting on the edge of the bed.
“You are going to sleep and get warm,” Armand ordered. “When I get back from hunting if you are not sleeping in this bed, then you will be in serious trouble, do you understand?”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Daniel rolled his eyes. “You know if you let me in last night none of this would have happened,”
“And if you hadn’t told me that every time I said I loved you was a lie,” Armand replied. “Then I would have let you back inside,”
Daniel sighed. “Agree that we’re both assholes?” He asked.
Armand nodded and leaned down to kiss Daniel on the forehead.
“Now, go to sleep,” Armand said. “I’ll see you when I get back.”
Armand stepped back into the hall and paused at the side table. He picked up the flowers and smiled down at them again before changing direction and heading into the kitchen. He grabbed an old glass from the cupboard and filled it with water, placing the flowers inside gently. After all, they still had a chance. Yes, they still had a chance.