It's not enough. None of this is enough, because it still ended this way. Daniel, alone in a room covered in blood, changed.
Had Armand asked? Louis had wanted that for Daniel, a choice.
Daniel smells of so much blood. His own, Armand's. Louis holds him so tightly, a hand at the nape of his neck. Crying silently, hating himself for that too, because how dare any part of this be about Louis' regrets, his grief, his relief that Daniel is still breathing?
"I noticed," again, admission stripped of the self-pitying bullshit. Thinking Daniel was sick of vampires. Thinking Daniel was ignoring his calls. Foolish. Maybe if he'd been more suspicious sooner—
"I'm gonna stay," offered up to Daniel, thick-voiced. "We'll figure it out together, alright?"
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Had Armand asked? Louis had wanted that for Daniel, a choice.
Daniel smells of so much blood. His own, Armand's. Louis holds him so tightly, a hand at the nape of his neck. Crying silently, hating himself for that too, because how dare any part of this be about Louis' regrets, his grief, his relief that Daniel is still breathing?
"I noticed," again, admission stripped of the self-pitying bullshit. Thinking Daniel was sick of vampires. Thinking Daniel was ignoring his calls. Foolish. Maybe if he'd been more suspicious sooner—
"I'm gonna stay," offered up to Daniel, thick-voiced. "We'll figure it out together, alright?"