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daniel molloy ([personal profile] break) wrote in [community profile] draino 2024-10-25 05:10 pm (UTC)

[ Slightly struck, ] No. I ... I've had a lot going on.

[ He has more experience with this than he would like, hedging and half-assed explanations. Ghosting and pretending he doesn't know why the other person's pissed - granted that was all with women, and the driving force behind his absence was privately wrestling with his sexuality in a way that sometimes emerged as a kind of chauvinism. This is different.

It's very different. Usually he's not so physically trapped, and the junkie wired feeling is from drugs rather than a fixation on the blood as it slides through Matt's veins.

Tomorrow, everyone at the harvest feast will know what he is. Tonight, though, Daniel is willing to offer his new secret willingly. He slips his sunglasses up to his hair, candle-lit eyes still holding an eerie reflection of Matt's doused flames. Reaching to take Matt's hand, let him feel the new coolness of his skin - the inhuman stillness, sorry about your Parkinsons kink.
]

I should have said something.

[ He awkwardly didn't. Matt isn't entirely wrong in sensing a level of avoidance, since Daniel hadn't felt as confident in his reaction as he had say, Parisa, Koby, Alicent. His supportive flutter of humans. ]

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