[ See, that bitterness, that's more interesting than all that provocation. If Lestat didn't wanna be objectified, is Daniel's thought, he really picked the wrong career.
But there's no denying that he's compelled. Captivated. Not all that different from looking longways from the barstool and seeing Louis for the first time, insouciant magnetism, confident disaster. Black holes draw people in. ]
C'mon, siddown.
[ He smacks his lips, tongues over his numb gums for a second. ]
Or come here, whatever.
[ He's not quite bouncing in place, but the energy is there — thinking too much about Lestat's worst qualities, Louis, Armand, the book, it's all kinda washed out by the coke euphoria. There are three things good for filling this kind of bleak loneliness: they have the drugs, and if he plays rock'n'roll there might be a complaint to management, so that leaves the third to go. He's reaching out, one hand for Lestat's hip and the other for the scar, confident he'll be allowed to touch it. Lestat's too old for his skin to split easily so he doesn't go gentle, sharp nails indenting hard. ]
[ lestat makes a small hum as daniel reaches out, silently obeying the command to lean closer. he had already positioned himself deliberately close to the other vampire and the drugs, so it wasn't much effort to angle into the touch.
Daniel's claws aren't as gentle as he anticipates and he curls his lips in irritation at the scratch. snatches his hand and gives the other man an appraising look, but doesn't move away.]
What are you trying to do, skin me? You are still clumsy with your new strength.
[ he doesn't remove daniel's exploring hand, just repositions it into more of a gentle caress before releasing his wrist. the initial shock seems to dull and he returns to the hazy amusement of this event, hooded eyes flickering up to the other vampire. ]
Play gently, else I lose my patience. I would hate to make a mess.
[ One day Daniel won't immediately throw himself into the stupidest idea — didn't happen by seventy, but maybe seven hundred? His chin tips up, defiant, mouth a little crooked and unapologetic. He presses his claws in hard again, trying to draw a little pink to that golden-pale marble. Whether he gets pinned or punished or manages to draw blood, it's win:win:win. ]
[ one thing that lestat has quickly learnt about daniel molloy: he loves to push buttons. sadly lestat has never been able to mask his own reactions, less so currently. an absolutely hopeless case.
the second clawing attempt immediately earns a scowl and a snatched wrist held in a tight grip.]
Why would you try again, enfoiré? T’es chiant, toi! If it is just pain, then there is little fun.
[ he'll tug daniel towards him with the captured wrist, aiming to pull their bodies together messily.]
[ Daniel snickers to himself at being chastised. ]
You want me to treat you like you're fragile, Lestat?
[ He makes the idea sound ludicrous — but he isn't trying to claw the shit out of Lestat's skin anymore, colliding interestedly into and upwards. Runs a mocking caresse over his collarbone. ]
[ this earns daniel a glower, the mocking seemingly taking the fun out of the soft touch. what a rude fledgling. he'll wrap a slender leg around daniel's though, tangling further together despite his sour expression.]
Non, but I am not your teething toy to clumsily fumble. Have some finesse - pain and pleasure as a duo chord, a shot with a chaser. Here -
[ his voice quietens into a low purr, tilting his chin up coyly to watch the other vampire momentarily, assessing. then he dips forward to delicately bite at daniel's lip, immediately piercing deep enough to send rivulets of blood dribbling down his chin. this he licks up, pleased.]
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But there's no denying that he's compelled. Captivated. Not all that different from looking longways from the barstool and seeing Louis for the first time, insouciant magnetism, confident disaster. Black holes draw people in. ]
C'mon, siddown.
[ He smacks his lips, tongues over his numb gums for a second. ]
Or come here, whatever.
[ He's not quite bouncing in place, but the energy is there — thinking too much about Lestat's worst qualities, Louis, Armand, the book, it's all kinda washed out by the coke euphoria. There are three things good for filling this kind of bleak loneliness: they have the drugs, and if he plays rock'n'roll there might be a complaint to management, so that leaves the third to go. He's reaching out, one hand for Lestat's hip and the other for the scar, confident he'll be allowed to touch it. Lestat's too old for his skin to split easily so he doesn't go gentle, sharp nails indenting hard. ]
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Daniel's claws aren't as gentle as he anticipates and he curls his lips in irritation at the scratch. snatches his hand and gives the other man an appraising look, but doesn't move away.]
What are you trying to do, skin me? You are still clumsy with your new strength.
[ he doesn't remove daniel's exploring hand, just repositions it into more of a gentle caress before releasing his wrist. the initial shock seems to dull and he returns to the hazy amusement of this event, hooded eyes flickering up to the other vampire. ]
Play gently, else I lose my patience. I would hate to make a mess.
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[ One day Daniel won't immediately throw himself into the stupidest idea — didn't happen by seventy, but maybe seven hundred? His chin tips up, defiant, mouth a little crooked and unapologetic. He presses his claws in hard again, trying to draw a little pink to that golden-pale marble. Whether he gets pinned or punished or manages to draw blood, it's win:win:win. ]
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the second clawing attempt immediately earns a scowl and a snatched wrist held in a tight grip.]
Why would you try again, enfoiré? T’es chiant, toi! If it is just pain, then there is little fun.
[ he'll tug daniel towards him with the captured wrist, aiming to pull their bodies together messily.]
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You want me to treat you like you're fragile, Lestat?
[ He makes the idea sound ludicrous — but he isn't trying to claw the shit out of Lestat's skin anymore, colliding interestedly into and upwards. Runs a mocking caresse over his collarbone. ]
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Non, but I am not your teething toy to clumsily fumble. Have some finesse - pain and pleasure as a duo chord, a shot with a chaser. Here -
[ his voice quietens into a low purr, tilting his chin up coyly to watch the other vampire momentarily, assessing. then he dips forward to delicately bite at daniel's lip, immediately piercing deep enough to send rivulets of blood dribbling down his chin. this he licks up, pleased.]