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helen of troy. ([personal profile] divorcing) wrote in [personal profile] followups 2025-01-09 05:02 am (UTC)

Louis, oblivious, reaching for another bottle of something glossy, herbal-scented, to begin working into his hair as Daniel speaks. Watching him from beneath the steam and mist, amusement on his face listening to this predicament.

Reaches to catch Daniel's hand. Lifts it, thumb running across his palm, to study first his hand, and then Daniel's face between his splayed fingers.

"I played it a few times back when," Louis admits. Back when harkening back to forgotten humanity. Side-steps it when he asks, "Do you think you'd do better as a vampire?"

An addition to Daniel's many talents, maybe.

Louis would play reckless games with him. Lick blood off his fingers after. Louis wants to hear all his stories, every piece that made up the long years they lived apart. He wants all the stories that are yet to come, all the stories they could make together. His thumb runs along the deep grooves of Daniel's palm, quietly possessive, as Louis smiles at him behind their hands.

"We could play over breakfast."

As if Louis wasn't searching for lost pieces of himself. As if Daniel didn't have another interview to return to.

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