eudaemonia

Artemy looks down at Dankovsky's outstretched hand like he’s not sure what to do with it. He hadn’t planned what he’d do or say before coming here, and experience tells him to keep calm, measured, even. Instead, he finds himself saying, “What the fuck kind of man talks to someone else’s daemon? Especially without the human present.”*If university life is difficult for Artemy, it’s doubly so for his daemon, a bull that’s rarely afforded the space even to be at his human’s side, let alone the space to be himself.Until, that is, he makes a friend.