Hardly Daniel's fault. It was Louis. Louis' misjudgement. Louis' recklessness. Louis' misunderstanding.
Trusting Armand's revulsion so thoroughly that he had never even considered that Armand might do this. Might force the Gift on Daniel. The kidnapping, yes, but the rest—
"Don't be sorry," Louis repeats, fingers scraping slow through Daniel's curls. Breathes him in, blood and sweat, scent washed clean of the remnants of medication and illness. "This wasn't your fault."
Practicality has Louis measuring the necessity of the mortals waiting in the next room. Whether Daniel would feel better washed clean of blood first or if it wouldn't matter, given the inevitability of navigating that first meal.
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Hardly Daniel's fault. It was Louis. Louis' misjudgement. Louis' recklessness. Louis' misunderstanding.
Trusting Armand's revulsion so thoroughly that he had never even considered that Armand might do this. Might force the Gift on Daniel. The kidnapping, yes, but the rest—
"Don't be sorry," Louis repeats, fingers scraping slow through Daniel's curls. Breathes him in, blood and sweat, scent washed clean of the remnants of medication and illness. "This wasn't your fault."
Practicality has Louis measuring the necessity of the mortals waiting in the next room. Whether Daniel would feel better washed clean of blood first or if it wouldn't matter, given the inevitability of navigating that first meal.