No. It illustrates something for him about Daniel, brings into clearer focus the shapes yielded by memoirs and interviews, by what Daniel has said aloud in Dubai and otherwise. It is arresting. It draws Louis up from his ministrations at Daniel's throat to look at him, to feel all the ways this hooks into the parts of Louis that want to sink teeth into every inch of Daniel's body, to splay over him and pin him down and keep him. Possessive, always possessive.
I didn't know that.
As Louis kisses him, warm and open. Licks into his mouth, tasting of Daniel's blood mingled with his own.
Who knows Louis still? Lestat. Armand. Daniel. And of the three, Daniel has the clearest picture of Louis. Lestat missing great swaths of time that neither of them have been able to touch. (Armand, something else. How deeply does Armand know Louis? Deeper than Louis ever knew him.) But Daniel—
Daniel saw Louis, more clearly than Louis saw himself. Still does, even now.
I want to know you forever.
No mincing the sentiment by casing it in years, decades, centuries. Louis wants forever. Always. Reflects the enormity of it back to Daniel as they kiss, the drag of his palm slowing down to a torturous drag. See how precious he is to Louis? How vital? See how wanted he is?
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No. It illustrates something for him about Daniel, brings into clearer focus the shapes yielded by memoirs and interviews, by what Daniel has said aloud in Dubai and otherwise. It is arresting. It draws Louis up from his ministrations at Daniel's throat to look at him, to feel all the ways this hooks into the parts of Louis that want to sink teeth into every inch of Daniel's body, to splay over him and pin him down and keep him. Possessive, always possessive.
I didn't know that.
As Louis kisses him, warm and open. Licks into his mouth, tasting of Daniel's blood mingled with his own.
Who knows Louis still? Lestat. Armand. Daniel. And of the three, Daniel has the clearest picture of Louis. Lestat missing great swaths of time that neither of them have been able to touch. (Armand, something else. How deeply does Armand know Louis? Deeper than Louis ever knew him.) But Daniel—
Daniel saw Louis, more clearly than Louis saw himself. Still does, even now.
I want to know you forever.
No mincing the sentiment by casing it in years, decades, centuries. Louis wants forever. Always. Reflects the enormity of it back to Daniel as they kiss, the drag of his palm slowing down to a torturous drag. See how precious he is to Louis? How vital? See how wanted he is?