Lowers himself down, absorbing this absence of request. Tempting to overthink it. His conduct is perfect the way it is. He is a lost cause. Or, simply, whatever problems exist aren't ones that can be corrected out. He worries at it a little before putting it away, settling close to where Louis is perched, as if not wanting to lose out on proximity.
"He wondered multiple times if I might kill him," comes out more amused than resentful. "I don't think he minded when he thought it was a possibility."
It never was, not really. Even before understanding their friendship, the things they shared, the love they have, and Louis' desire to have him as his own fledgling, before all of that, Daniel was Louis' storyteller. Chosen for that, at least. Lestat did not really make sport of destroying the things and people that Louis cared about, no matter what the good people of BookTok have to say.
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Lowers himself down, absorbing this absence of request. Tempting to overthink it. His conduct is perfect the way it is. He is a lost cause. Or, simply, whatever problems exist aren't ones that can be corrected out. He worries at it a little before putting it away, settling close to where Louis is perched, as if not wanting to lose out on proximity.
"He wondered multiple times if I might kill him," comes out more amused than resentful. "I don't think he minded when he thought it was a possibility."
It never was, not really. Even before understanding their friendship, the things they shared, the love they have, and Louis' desire to have him as his own fledgling, before all of that, Daniel was Louis' storyteller. Chosen for that, at least. Lestat did not really make sport of destroying the things and people that Louis cared about, no matter what the good people of BookTok have to say.