Something like an invitation. Daniel would tell him to leave if he didn't want Louis here, wouldn't he?
Was that what those weeks of silence, absence of response, was that Daniel telling him to fuck off?
Louis closes the door quietly behind him. Follows because he is helpless to do anything else, kited along by Daniel with new eyes, sharper nails, scent altered.
Stands in the quiet, looking around the room. Daniel has been here? Long enough that his scent is comfortably suffused within the space. He has been well fed.
He has been a vampire for—
"I didn't know."
Isn't an excuse.
Isn't even followed with the things Louis had thought, his panicky worries, all fears between Daniel's declining health and the possibility of having been cut off forever. Not for Daniel to carry, the things Louis had been turning over in his head.
"Daniel," repeated, softer. An appeal. Look at him. Don't brush this off.
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Was that what those weeks of silence, absence of response, was that Daniel telling him to fuck off?
Louis closes the door quietly behind him. Follows because he is helpless to do anything else, kited along by Daniel with new eyes, sharper nails, scent altered.
Stands in the quiet, looking around the room. Daniel has been here? Long enough that his scent is comfortably suffused within the space. He has been well fed.
He has been a vampire for—
"I didn't know."
Isn't an excuse.
Isn't even followed with the things Louis had thought, his panicky worries, all fears between Daniel's declining health and the possibility of having been cut off forever. Not for Daniel to carry, the things Louis had been turning over in his head.
"Daniel," repeated, softer. An appeal. Look at him. Don't brush this off.