[Despite what he told Peter, and the help given freely, the Darkling is content to let the silence stretch out between them as he eats. Slowly, stabbing one bite at a time, chewing it thoroughly before washing it down with a sip of water.
He has for more experience in silence. With the way it will start of as barely noticeable only to grow, like fingers reaching up a person's throat. Pressing against the lungs as it stretches out in to infinity. He flicks his gaze between the food on his plate and Daisy's face, only to narrow his eyes at the braces on her arms.
Daisy makes him... uncomfortable. The sole witness to his loss of control and the careless way he had been willing to throw it all away because of Alina. The person it all circled back to, his wayward balance and his recalcitrant half. The Darkling doesn't care to feel anything at all, and watching Daisy...]
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He has for more experience in silence. With the way it will start of as barely noticeable only to grow, like fingers reaching up a person's throat. Pressing against the lungs as it stretches out in to infinity. He flicks his gaze between the food on his plate and Daisy's face, only to narrow his eyes at the braces on her arms.
Daisy makes him... uncomfortable. The sole witness to his loss of control and the careless way he had been willing to throw it all away because of Alina. The person it all circled back to, his wayward balance and his recalcitrant half. The Darkling doesn't care to feel anything at all, and watching Daisy...]