You sure it's all because I'm a vampire, and not because I wanted to see if the handsome writer I met remembered me at all?
A different kind of ego at play. Flirtatious, inviting.
And a little debate before Louis lets Daniel feel it too, the memory of nervous energy as Louis had flipped through the pages. Anxious anticipation, wanting to find some sign of himself, of them, wanting it to be absent.
It had been. It it had felt like it had been, because Louis had read his own words and not recognized them. Had not quite found himself in the summation of Daniel's recounting of his exploits. Remembers—
The odd, empty feeling. Disappointment? (Armand had named it later: Does our boy's latest work disappoint?) Relief?
Not relief.
He had flipped to the front, begun to read from the beginning.
What are you implying about your memoir's publishers? diverts, a little tug of Daniel's attention back to his theorizing.
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You sure it's all because I'm a vampire, and not because I wanted to see if the handsome writer I met remembered me at all?
A different kind of ego at play. Flirtatious, inviting.
And a little debate before Louis lets Daniel feel it too, the memory of nervous energy as Louis had flipped through the pages. Anxious anticipation, wanting to find some sign of himself, of them, wanting it to be absent.
It had been. It it had felt like it had been, because Louis had read his own words and not recognized them. Had not quite found himself in the summation of Daniel's recounting of his exploits. Remembers—
The odd, empty feeling. Disappointment? (Armand had named it later: Does our boy's latest work disappoint?) Relief?
Not relief.
He had flipped to the front, begun to read from the beginning.
What are you implying about your memoir's publishers? diverts, a little tug of Daniel's attention back to his theorizing.