Daniel's should have been better. Should have been a choice, should have been gentle. Should have been what Claudia had constructed once for Madeleine. Louis had been meditating on it, recalling how carefully he had caught her neck in his teeth.
Had thought of how gentle he would be with Daniel, who still wears the scars of Louis' fangs on his skin.
"It won't. We call it hunger, but it's something else," is a little lofty, even as Louis draws just slightly back. Cups Daniel's cheek with his hand. "Does it still burn you?"
Hunger so vast and overwhelming that it is like drowning. Like burning alive. Like suffocating.
His fingers hook into the front of Daniel's blood-sodden shirt. Remembers San Francisco. Daniel hooking off his own shirt, a single easy motion. Does he still move that way? Had age slowed him, and has that now been restored?
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Had thought of how gentle he would be with Daniel, who still wears the scars of Louis' fangs on his skin.
"It won't. We call it hunger, but it's something else," is a little lofty, even as Louis draws just slightly back. Cups Daniel's cheek with his hand. "Does it still burn you?"
Hunger so vast and overwhelming that it is like drowning. Like burning alive. Like suffocating.
His fingers hook into the front of Daniel's blood-sodden shirt. Remembers San Francisco. Daniel hooking off his own shirt, a single easy motion. Does he still move that way? Had age slowed him, and has that now been restored?