It feels gentle. Hands on either side of Daniel's face, cradling him, gently pulling Daniel from his own body as if his soul were made of feathers.
(Not so dramatic as that, and if Daniel were think to try, he is perfectly capable of wiggling toes and fingers, but in the moment, something that feels like a painless dislocation—)
There's a fire. A magnolia tree, whom Armand said had been planted because the interior designer felt that the austere atrium needed something of the natural world in it, has combusted from inside itself. Daniel, on the floor, dying, held by an angel made of steel, blood trickling. Weakness. In his head, Armand says, "I would have stopped, if you'd told me to," his voice near Daniel's ear.
In the hallway, Roy Travis says, "I would leave you alone, if you told me to," in synchronisation, and Daniel has the kind of vampiric attention span to hear both things at once. Maybe more of a remove, when the mortal looks to Louis as he adds, "But he hasn't."
(At Louis' side, Lestat is still. Unreadable, momentarily.)
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(Not so dramatic as that, and if Daniel were think to try, he is perfectly capable of wiggling toes and fingers, but in the moment, something that feels like a painless dislocation—)
There's a fire. A magnolia tree, whom Armand said had been planted because the interior designer felt that the austere atrium needed something of the natural world in it, has combusted from inside itself. Daniel, on the floor, dying, held by an angel made of steel, blood trickling. Weakness. In his head, Armand says, "I would have stopped, if you'd told me to," his voice near Daniel's ear.
In the hallway, Roy Travis says, "I would leave you alone, if you told me to," in synchronisation, and Daniel has the kind of vampiric attention span to hear both things at once. Maybe more of a remove, when the mortal looks to Louis as he adds, "But he hasn't."
(At Louis' side, Lestat is still. Unreadable, momentarily.)