A relief, selfish and terrible, to find the mark there still. Not gone, not healed. It remains, the ugly raised edges of the scar Louis bit into them that night.
He's jolted back from contemplation of it by Daniel, saying his name. Sounding this way. Something in his voice that makes Louis want to put arms around him.
"I'm sorry," sounds lost too. Louis is sorry to do anything that makes Daniel sound this way, sorry to be so uncertain himself.
"I..." Louis begins, trails off. Fingers following the near-circle of his own teeth in Daniel's throat. His heartbeat rising. Uncertain of what feels familiar in this moment, no connective tissue to hook into between now and—
When? San Francisco?
Daniel didn't have a scar yet, in San Francisco.
Takes a breath.
"I wanted," he starts and stops again. His finger catches on the low edge of the bite. Says, "I missed you," even though it isn't an answer. "I keep dreaming you."
Daniel. Lestat. Claudia. Fragments coming together easier in his subconscious than with conscious effort in his waking hours.
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He's jolted back from contemplation of it by Daniel, saying his name. Sounding this way. Something in his voice that makes Louis want to put arms around him.
"I'm sorry," sounds lost too. Louis is sorry to do anything that makes Daniel sound this way, sorry to be so uncertain himself.
"I..." Louis begins, trails off. Fingers following the near-circle of his own teeth in Daniel's throat. His heartbeat rising. Uncertain of what feels familiar in this moment, no connective tissue to hook into between now and—
When? San Francisco?
Daniel didn't have a scar yet, in San Francisco.
Takes a breath.
"I wanted," he starts and stops again. His finger catches on the low edge of the bite. Says, "I missed you," even though it isn't an answer. "I keep dreaming you."
Daniel. Lestat. Claudia. Fragments coming together easier in his subconscious than with conscious effort in his waking hours.