Louis deserves every bit of affection, and love, and validation from the universe. He deserves to find justice and peace, and he deserves to get the love of his life back— did Daniel assume? Sort of. Lestat has a way about him, as has been stated numerous times, but the way that strikes Daniel the strongest is his adoration for Louis. The same cord that rang through the interview, mirrored.
A private special thing, then, for Daniel. This moment. This encounter, this act. A thing he will guard jealously for the rest of his existence. That Louis chose him, after. A first time after for the both of them, albeit different afters. Louis thinks 'You and me' like Daniel was born yesterday, and yet, he knows so much of this will be kept and held onto preciously. Forever.
Maybe he can let go soon. It's starting to get hard to hang on, to draw it out. He doesn't need to breathe yet his breath feels tense and labored; all of him is coiled, pulled tight, near breaking.
'You can,' Daniel lets him know. Fangs, in his throat, or wherever else Louis wants them. Daniel can feel the sympathetic ache of his teeth. 'Anything you want.'
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A private special thing, then, for Daniel. This moment. This encounter, this act. A thing he will guard jealously for the rest of his existence. That Louis chose him, after. A first time after for the both of them, albeit different afters. Louis thinks 'You and me' like Daniel was born yesterday, and yet, he knows so much of this will be kept and held onto preciously. Forever.
Maybe he can let go soon. It's starting to get hard to hang on, to draw it out. He doesn't need to breathe yet his breath feels tense and labored; all of him is coiled, pulled tight, near breaking.
'You can,' Daniel lets him know. Fangs, in his throat, or wherever else Louis wants them. Daniel can feel the sympathetic ache of his teeth. 'Anything you want.'