Louis is looking at Daniel, recalling Dubai, his balcony, the profession: The vampire is bored.
Louis had been speaking of the collective.
Louis had been speaking of himself.
Daniel is omitting. Louis searches his face, but he too does not press. Does not reach after whatever it was Daniel found when he opened his eyes that first time.
"Daniel still intends a sequel, I assume," Louis offers. "So yes, I imagine we will keep each other busy for some time to the come."
Maybe Daniel still banks on the possibility that Louis likes him, likes talking to him. That perhaps a second book follows the first because Louis is starting fires, picking fights. Because the first book had been edited and a second book may not be.
You were still in the building, reminds Armand's voice in Louis' head. He flicks ash into the dark. Tucks this too away deep in his chest.
no subject
Louis had been speaking of the collective.
Louis had been speaking of himself.
Daniel is omitting. Louis searches his face, but he too does not press. Does not reach after whatever it was Daniel found when he opened his eyes that first time.
"Daniel still intends a sequel, I assume," Louis offers. "So yes, I imagine we will keep each other busy for some time to the come."
Maybe Daniel still banks on the possibility that Louis likes him, likes talking to him. That perhaps a second book follows the first because Louis is starting fires, picking fights. Because the first book had been edited and a second book may not be.
You were still in the building, reminds Armand's voice in Louis' head. He flicks ash into the dark. Tucks this too away deep in his chest.