The absence of dilating pupils, the telltale of being made a mark of any kind, is probably not especially assuring when being regarded this intensely, this closely, with the unearthly glow of pale blue. Warmth never quite gets there, no matter how friendly, how amiable, how charming Lestat might choose to be in a given moment. Not here. Appraising.
But: Daniel says this thing, and the sense of a pending change in mood swings around. A smile, blooming slow, displaying only blunt human teeth, and the hands settled on Daniel's jacket tugs it playfully with the throaty chuckle that follows.
"Now you are speaking my language," he says.
He had meant it. He wants to be on television. If his reference point is a little outdated—MTV is not the influence it was, music videos dominate less screens than they used to, and the kind of godlike reverence he has seen ascribed to celebrities means something different in a world with Twitter beef and a cynical societal literacy of pop culture—the sentiment remains.
He rocks back on his heels, and Daniel doesn't have to brace too much to resist being tugged along by accident, and then he is released.
"I'm working on some things," a pivot, heading further away from the lake. Pausing, as if realising just now they are in the middle of the forest—which is fine, but he tips his head to get a sense of direction as he continues. "You will be sure to keep an eye out."
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But: Daniel says this thing, and the sense of a pending change in mood swings around. A smile, blooming slow, displaying only blunt human teeth, and the hands settled on Daniel's jacket tugs it playfully with the throaty chuckle that follows.
"Now you are speaking my language," he says.
He had meant it. He wants to be on television. If his reference point is a little outdated—MTV is not the influence it was, music videos dominate less screens than they used to, and the kind of godlike reverence he has seen ascribed to celebrities means something different in a world with Twitter beef and a cynical societal literacy of pop culture—the sentiment remains.
He rocks back on his heels, and Daniel doesn't have to brace too much to resist being tugged along by accident, and then he is released.
"I'm working on some things," a pivot, heading further away from the lake. Pausing, as if realising just now they are in the middle of the forest—which is fine, but he tips his head to get a sense of direction as he continues. "You will be sure to keep an eye out."