Daniel lands, and it doesn't hurt. Knees can take it. Vampires and their catlike instincts. He will find himself subject to an arm slung around his shoulders, a laugh close by his ear, swept into the momentum of Lestat steering him out from the lobby of the apartment building.
"Next time we'll take the rooftops," he proposes. "When I have less valuable trophies in my possession."
That would be fun. That would be fun right now, actually, burn off some energy by leaping from building to building. He feels his own heart leap after the idea, still fast in his chest. What all did that girl put in her bloodstream, anyway? It has entirely replaced the lethargic pleasantness of the first man's blood, and if he was any hungrier, he might propose a second spree.
But also, Louis is certainly back at the hotel, and in the confusion tangle of impulses, the true north lure of reuniting with him now that the hunt is over is the only stable point. So—
"A car, then?" he asks, as he propels them out into the late night/early, early morning street.
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"Next time we'll take the rooftops," he proposes. "When I have less valuable trophies in my possession."
That would be fun. That would be fun right now, actually, burn off some energy by leaping from building to building. He feels his own heart leap after the idea, still fast in his chest. What all did that girl put in her bloodstream, anyway? It has entirely replaced the lethargic pleasantness of the first man's blood, and if he was any hungrier, he might propose a second spree.
But also, Louis is certainly back at the hotel, and in the confusion tangle of impulses, the true north lure of reuniting with him now that the hunt is over is the only stable point. So—
"A car, then?" he asks, as he propels them out into the late night/early, early morning street.