"You weren't the one offering last time," Daniel says: he remembers being both curious and annoyed that Louis would try and action that curiosity, turn the humans against each other. Offer up his servant like wine. However much honey and pineapple Rashid consumed it would taste like blood to Daniel, raw copper. The appeal hadn't been in the experience but the way Rashid — Armand — had smiled as he was devoured.
Daniel's neck still has a fang scar that Armand can touch, but aside from the sound of the attack on the tape he doesn't remember how he got it, if it felt good. He sounded afraid, on the tape, but the guys in Louis' lap at the dining table weren't afraid.
"Do you normally like to be the drink-ee, or was that just to sell the Rashid thing?" Daniel asks, blue eyes fixed and inquisitive even as his heart thumps wildly. Armand may not be ready to dig up all his trauma but he seems just as down as Louis to overshare about his sexual predilections. (If Daniel feels any disappointment at being denied that past, it's fleeting; mostly his determination steels. He also likes a mystery, same way he loves an unsolved crossword.)
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Daniel's neck still has a fang scar that Armand can touch, but aside from the sound of the attack on the tape he doesn't remember how he got it, if it felt good. He sounded afraid, on the tape, but the guys in Louis' lap at the dining table weren't afraid.
"Do you normally like to be the drink-ee, or was that just to sell the Rashid thing?" Daniel asks, blue eyes fixed and inquisitive even as his heart thumps wildly. Armand may not be ready to dig up all his trauma but he seems just as down as Louis to overshare about his sexual predilections. (If Daniel feels any disappointment at being denied that past, it's fleeting; mostly his determination steels. He also likes a mystery, same way he loves an unsolved crossword.)