Just a touch wry, shoulder to shoulder with the creature that tortured him for a week. A shard of ice, and all that. A mystery, still, why Armand didn't just get rid of him in the ensuing fifty years, why he's content with having given an eager black hole this unlife, these powers, such healing and stability.
Daniel keeps one arm around Armand, low on his hips, and he thinks of holding Alice this way; comfortable, casual, rarely the arm over her shoulders. Was it more like a hug, or more like people were less likely to notice? Insert slur here hooker Daniel Molloy, making it with a woman out of his league.
Well, anyway.
"I've never been creative. Not real creativity, like you with your animations." (Louis with photography, Lestat with music, Marius with painting...) "All I've got is poking around at other people."
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Just a touch wry, shoulder to shoulder with the creature that tortured him for a week. A shard of ice, and all that. A mystery, still, why Armand didn't just get rid of him in the ensuing fifty years, why he's content with having given an eager black hole this unlife, these powers, such healing and stability.
Daniel keeps one arm around Armand, low on his hips, and he thinks of holding Alice this way; comfortable, casual, rarely the arm over her shoulders. Was it more like a hug, or more like people were less likely to notice? Insert slur here hooker Daniel Molloy, making it with a woman out of his league.
Well, anyway.
"I've never been creative. Not real creativity, like you with your animations." (Louis with photography, Lestat with music, Marius with painting...) "All I've got is poking around at other people."