[neil]

[brightyoungreporter]

Right now, Daniel really appreciates that Louis and Lestat were dropped into this city from a time well before his. It's a great reason not to talk to them about this.

Would it hold up in vampire court? Not at all, especially when vampire court also means Lestat digging through his head and laughing.

Daniel's prepared to be grilled or roasted or cooked any number of ways, and just because he's patiently stalking Neil right now doesn't mean he expects anything less from his new mortal friend. Added to the newly renewed expectation that Armand could be and probably is watching everything he does (something he should be pissed about but isn't, how sad is that), a non-affiliated party seems like the best bet.

It's absolutely not because he wants to gossip like a teenage girl. This is not that.

Still, he waits outside Neil's house. Waves at some curly-haired kid on his way out. Thinks about smoking. Thinks about Armand, because he's truly, deeply fucked.

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[myfavoritedream]

Car pulling up into the driveway, I could see the shape of someone lurking on the porch. Someone who might've been familiar, even without the cat-eye shine flashing briefly orange in my headlights.

"Jesus," I laughed, already knowing what this was gonna be about. Turning off the car, I climbed out, knocking the car door shut with my hip, my cane clicking along the walk.

"Guess he found you," I said wryly, fishing out my keys as I climbed the steps.