The world has so many dangers even aside from the vampires who are bent on killing Louis, who thrash mutinously about Lestat's tour. Who can say whether Daniel is spared their ire for being only the medium through which their stories are relayed to humanity, not once but twice?
Daniel's skin is warm beneath even this light touch of fingers. Louis has been careful to stay out of his mind, but even surface-level awareness telegraphs a thing Louis mistakes as discomfort. Weighs against the linked fingers, his touch to Daniel's face. Too much? Too intimate? His fingers skim along his cheek, his jaw, lingering even as Louis angles towards disengaging.
"I'm glad you're here," is a layered thing. Glad Daniel came. Glad he lives still. Glad he will live long centuries. Glad for the privilege of knowing him, whatever shape that knowing takes in the coming years.
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The world has so many dangers even aside from the vampires who are bent on killing Louis, who thrash mutinously about Lestat's tour. Who can say whether Daniel is spared their ire for being only the medium through which their stories are relayed to humanity, not once but twice?
Daniel's skin is warm beneath even this light touch of fingers. Louis has been careful to stay out of his mind, but even surface-level awareness telegraphs a thing Louis mistakes as discomfort. Weighs against the linked fingers, his touch to Daniel's face. Too much? Too intimate? His fingers skim along his cheek, his jaw, lingering even as Louis angles towards disengaging.
"I'm glad you're here," is a layered thing. Glad Daniel came. Glad he lives still. Glad he will live long centuries. Glad for the privilege of knowing him, whatever shape that knowing takes in the coming years.