The swiftness of the backtracking heads off a more strident protest. Louis doesn't like it, how quick Daniel is to diminish himself. To deem himself extraneous. As if he is easy to cast off.
Louis' study holds, intent, thumbs running across Daniel's cheeks, before he lets out a breath. Maybe decides to argue this particular point later, another day, when they're a little farther out from the near possibility of Daniel burning alive in front of him.
"Yeah," he relents. Then, tone lighter, "I want to see what two hundred years looks like on you too, Daniel."
To make himself clear in this, in what feels like the smallest way.
Maybe if he weren't so supportive of Louis and Lestat getting their shit together, he'd go for another hug, or lean in to press a kiss to Louis' forehead. Conscious of it, currently. Hopeful that it's safe, and comfortable. And so: he offers Louis a feeling instead, his affection, the warmth of it, his protectiveness.
Daniel offers him this, the wordless flow of emotion and Louis feels it in his chest. Their hearts don't beat in time, his and Daniel's, but they compliment, they parallel. Daniel gives him this and Louis feels it, lets it dispel the seriousness from his expression, lets himself smile in response to it.
They make a neat circuit. Louis' hands on Daniel's face, Daniel's hands on his knees. Daniel doesn't hug him, but Louis doesn't break the link without an embrace, hands leaving his face only to sling around his shoulders.
Brief. Louis has so rarely instigated this, an actual hug, in spite of all the other ways he reaches for Daniel.
"Okay," a murmur at Daniel's ear, Louis' grip tightening before Daniel is released. "Okay."
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Louis' study holds, intent, thumbs running across Daniel's cheeks, before he lets out a breath. Maybe decides to argue this particular point later, another day, when they're a little farther out from the near possibility of Daniel burning alive in front of him.
"Yeah," he relents. Then, tone lighter, "I want to see what two hundred years looks like on you too, Daniel."
To make himself clear in this, in what feels like the smallest way.
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Stuck with each other, hopefully.
Maybe if he weren't so supportive of Louis and Lestat getting their shit together, he'd go for another hug, or lean in to press a kiss to Louis' forehead. Conscious of it, currently. Hopeful that it's safe, and comfortable. And so: he offers Louis a feeling instead, his affection, the warmth of it, his protectiveness.
Two hundred years, at least.
bow territory i think
They make a neat circuit. Louis' hands on Daniel's face, Daniel's hands on his knees. Daniel doesn't hug him, but Louis doesn't break the link without an embrace, hands leaving his face only to sling around his shoulders.
Brief. Louis has so rarely instigated this, an actual hug, in spite of all the other ways he reaches for Daniel.
"Okay," a murmur at Daniel's ear, Louis' grip tightening before Daniel is released. "Okay."