[ although the night has taken an unexpected turn, here's no denying what he is now to anyone that knows him, and though he knows the dangers, something about it is wildly freeing. between the fruit and foods swollen with what he's sure is blood and a few very willing and kind donations, louis is a little buzzed on blood. unusual for him, but between party wine and the sensation of being dizzyingly overfed, he's loose and relaxed and wholly predatory in a different way than usual. he's everything the wild-eyed, ignorant bigots feared on those new orleans streets.
he's not sure how he stumbles on daniel, he's tried to give him a little breathing room since hovering at the early hours of his turning, but it's impossible to ignore him and the way he moves and exists in the world now. louis is quiet as he approaches, different from when daniel was mortal and he'd make sound on purpose so as not to startle. this time, he falls right into step, offering out his glass of thick, rich red for a drink. ]
fruits of labor.
he's not sure how he stumbles on daniel, he's tried to give him a little breathing room since hovering at the early hours of his turning, but it's impossible to ignore him and the way he moves and exists in the world now. louis is quiet as he approaches, different from when daniel was mortal and he'd make sound on purpose so as not to startle. this time, he falls right into step, offering out his glass of thick, rich red for a drink. ]
Find any of those pumpkins yet?