"I'm always happy to meet a fan. Even when they break into my apartment. A little bit Glenn Close in the late 80s, but I'm into that. It's the commitment, you know? Gets me hard."
Not a startle in sight, the so-identified Daniel Molloy swans in through his front door, and chats as he closes it behind him and slips off his entirely for-show scarf. An old man, changing weather, he should look after himself. But he could fling himself into the freezing sea and be cozy. A wonderful, unnatural state to be in.
Speaking of unnatural states.
So like, what are you doing here, kiddo.
Out of habit, he tosses his keys into a little trinket bowl on a ledge by the door. No phone. Anyone with anything important to say can call his assistant. He looks at him, the younger vampire whose shape in the blood he's sensed before a dozen times, but whose measure he's never had the chance to get.
"Of course you're some gorgeous doe-eyed white guy. Will, right?"
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Not a startle in sight, the so-identified Daniel Molloy swans in through his front door, and chats as he closes it behind him and slips off his entirely for-show scarf. An old man, changing weather, he should look after himself. But he could fling himself into the freezing sea and be cozy. A wonderful, unnatural state to be in.
Speaking of unnatural states.
So like, what are you doing here, kiddo.
Out of habit, he tosses his keys into a little trinket bowl on a ledge by the door. No phone. Anyone with anything important to say can call his assistant. He looks at him, the younger vampire whose shape in the blood he's sensed before a dozen times, but whose measure he's never had the chance to get.
"Of course you're some gorgeous doe-eyed white guy. Will, right?"