What the fuck would they do at Disneyland. Put Louis in mouse ears, maybe.
No, quiet dark places, the back row of a movie theater, or a bar somewhere. Casino at a push. Beautiful outdoor scenery. Because Louis can go wherever the fuck he wants, doesn't need to arrange a car unless he wants one. Daniel has no romantic or even very interesting spots tucked away. Haunts only pedestrian places and temporary, liminal spaces, brief stops on all his investigations. Similar, now, to touring. Belongs nowhere. A Californian in New York, a shitty American in the world of the night.
His breath hitches. Louis' weight is good, grounding and inflaming at once. Intimacy is so different like this. Dead, it just feels better.
"Wherever you are works for me," he murmurs.
Home. Daniel doesn't know where he's going, either.
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No, quiet dark places, the back row of a movie theater, or a bar somewhere. Casino at a push. Beautiful outdoor scenery. Because Louis can go wherever the fuck he wants, doesn't need to arrange a car unless he wants one. Daniel has no romantic or even very interesting spots tucked away. Haunts only pedestrian places and temporary, liminal spaces, brief stops on all his investigations. Similar, now, to touring. Belongs nowhere. A Californian in New York, a shitty American in the world of the night.
His breath hitches. Louis' weight is good, grounding and inflaming at once. Intimacy is so different like this. Dead, it just feels better.
"Wherever you are works for me," he murmurs.
Home. Daniel doesn't know where he's going, either.