He can tell when Armand is lying. He was just mad at him, then, and various self-esteem issues have caused him to shy away from Louis whenever he's reinforced that the offer was going to be real. It's just a mess to think about, and he doesn't like doing it— he'd have said no. Trip wires, land mines. Does Louis accept 'no'? Does Armand make him say 'yes'? Doesn't matter.
Daniel slides a hand up over Armand's chest, his throat, so he can cradle his face and ghost a thumb over his mouth, thinking about the fangs in there, and how good it felt when he bit into him each time. Different, teasing at first, then serious, then in the throes of it. He wants to feel more of it.
"I just think you were going to be the one to kill me, one way or another."
Maybe he was going to lose his temper there at dinner. Explode his head then turn Louis into a shell. Or maybe: always this, always his maker. Maybe farther back. Maybe Louis never gets up out of the coffin in San Fransisco. One way or another, his heart was always going to stop under Armand's bite.
Editor's note, Daniel could probably stand to sound a little less like he thinks that's hot? Or not. Could be fine, considering they just did what they did.
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He can tell when Armand is lying. He was just mad at him, then, and various self-esteem issues have caused him to shy away from Louis whenever he's reinforced that the offer was going to be real. It's just a mess to think about, and he doesn't like doing it— he'd have said no. Trip wires, land mines. Does Louis accept 'no'? Does Armand make him say 'yes'? Doesn't matter.
Daniel slides a hand up over Armand's chest, his throat, so he can cradle his face and ghost a thumb over his mouth, thinking about the fangs in there, and how good it felt when he bit into him each time. Different, teasing at first, then serious, then in the throes of it. He wants to feel more of it.
"I just think you were going to be the one to kill me, one way or another."
Maybe he was going to lose his temper there at dinner. Explode his head then turn Louis into a shell. Or maybe: always this, always his maker. Maybe farther back. Maybe Louis never gets up out of the coffin in San Fransisco. One way or another, his heart was always going to stop under Armand's bite.
Editor's note, Daniel could probably stand to sound a little less like he thinks that's hot? Or not. Could be fine, considering they just did what they did.