Alas: No sleep comes, and he is awake to manually turn it off before it sounds, after which he quietly creeps from his coffin. Still just light out, maybe a half hour before sunset has truly been swallowed up by the moon, but it's plenty of time to get ready and make plans so that he can get a jump start on his TDL. Thoughtful, he leaves a sticky note on the lid of his casket.
Haven't been kidnapped/done anything rash. Errands. Be back.
Life is no longer short, but he hasn't been able to kick the habit of feeling like it is. As soon as the day's dim enough to safely do so, Daniel is out and away. He wonders where Armand is, but doesn't text him. He has part of a list to get through, first item of which is do something about how he still feels like he might have an actual anxiety attack. An easy fix, he can still identify haunts and pros effortlessly even without mind reading. He makes the dealer put half his own product up his nose before he drains the guy, pockets the rest. Having morning be evening is nice in its own way, and he tops off breakfast with vodka martinis. It's a nice bar. He doesn't stay.
Print shop, phone calls, drug store, more phone calls, bar again, tries a different drug store—
Before he gets back, but on his way, he reaches out. A telepathic version of the dreaded u up? text, carefully checking on Lestat's consciousness from afar. Ring ring?
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Alas: No sleep comes, and he is awake to manually turn it off before it sounds, after which he quietly creeps from his coffin. Still just light out, maybe a half hour before sunset has truly been swallowed up by the moon, but it's plenty of time to get ready and make plans so that he can get a jump start on his TDL. Thoughtful, he leaves a sticky note on the lid of his casket.
Haven't been kidnapped/done anything rash. Errands. Be back.
Life is no longer short, but he hasn't been able to kick the habit of feeling like it is. As soon as the day's dim enough to safely do so, Daniel is out and away. He wonders where Armand is, but doesn't text him. He has part of a list to get through, first item of which is do something about how he still feels like he might have an actual anxiety attack. An easy fix, he can still identify haunts and pros effortlessly even without mind reading. He makes the dealer put half his own product up his nose before he drains the guy, pockets the rest. Having morning be evening is nice in its own way, and he tops off breakfast with vodka martinis. It's a nice bar. He doesn't stay.
Print shop, phone calls, drug store, more phone calls, bar again, tries a different drug store—
Before he gets back, but on his way, he reaches out. A telepathic version of the dreaded u up? text, carefully checking on Lestat's consciousness from afar. Ring ring?