Okay. Okay. He squeezes Louis' hand, tries to focus. Dead blood, right. All that.
Daniel stays where he is for a long moment, just getting his shit together. Coping with the things he can feel, and hear. Trying not to spiral thinking too hard about his future, his kids, getting back to New York without getting turned into a pile of ash. He needs to drink blood, and he needs to do it soon, or he'll go fucking bonkers.
Soon enough: they're out in the other room, and Daniel is contending with the sight of people Armand left. A strange feeling lances through him, perverse relief that they aren't tied up and terrified. The ancient vampire must have lobotomized them— Louis can probably hear the ragged thought, bordering on hysterical, Is this how I looked in that fucking apartment?
Daniel survived San Fransisco, these people aren't surviving Venice. Bad luck.
He's going to say something. Ask a philosophical question. Work it out. At the very least, point out it was stupid to put a clean shirt on before this. It flies out of his head, and he's not thinking, there's nothing, nothing but fangs in flesh and blood on his tongue, hot and horrible and alive.
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Daniel stays where he is for a long moment, just getting his shit together. Coping with the things he can feel, and hear. Trying not to spiral thinking too hard about his future, his kids, getting back to New York without getting turned into a pile of ash. He needs to drink blood, and he needs to do it soon, or he'll go fucking bonkers.
Soon enough: they're out in the other room, and Daniel is contending with the sight of people Armand left. A strange feeling lances through him, perverse relief that they aren't tied up and terrified. The ancient vampire must have lobotomized them— Louis can probably hear the ragged thought, bordering on hysterical, Is this how I looked in that fucking apartment?
Daniel survived San Fransisco, these people aren't surviving Venice. Bad luck.
He's going to say something. Ask a philosophical question. Work it out. At the very least, point out it was stupid to put a clean shirt on before this. It flies out of his head, and he's not thinking, there's nothing, nothing but fangs in flesh and blood on his tongue, hot and horrible and alive.