Frayed Strings Different Beaus ~ au (closed thread with @ofdevilsstrings)
violeteyedvampiremolloy
Daniel nods a slight smile on his lips at the best peach in the basket compliment. Sees the dust floating from agitation to the clothes. Okay maybe older than he thought. As the game raises stakes from jest to outright flirting. Now you’ve done it Molloy, you’ll both get it from a jealous red head. Keeps still as the elder vampire places a hand on his chest, then nuzzles his jaw with a chilled nose. Speaking close to his ear. “One of lifes great mysteries I guess, and yes I did?” The grin he’d managed to create priceless all the same.
ofdevilsstrings
A step back, fangs dragging over his lower lip as he looks over the other’s frame. Like he walked out of a museum~ He must have pressed too hard tasting blood. Tongue flicks over the self inflicted wounds with a chuckle. “If you’d like to play Sherlock for that mystery I’m free pretty much always. Except for tuesdays.” He winks and the grin is warm and reaches his eyes; looking alive for the first time in days they hold a light. “Course I’m not going to push if it ain’t mutual sweet cheeks.”
Daniel knew he’d been playing a dangerous game ever since he’d met Nicolas by chance and put two and two together. He’d just escaped the clutches of madness, everything was a renewed pleasure. He hadn’t had anyone smile and rake their gaze over him since forever. There’s an understanding, silent and present between them. A bond. Both touched by the frailities of an immortal mind. Except the elder before him still suffered his torments. He hadn’t had the courage to reunite with Armand yet, see if a flame still burned there as it did in him. Having any kind of flirtatious thoughts with someone so intimately ingrained in his makers past was a recipe for disaster. Someone that was basically his erstwhile lovers ex. Running full pelt into an affair was beyond a bad idea. But then again when was he ever a believer in not being fool hardy. He needed to feel alive and wanted. He smelt the others blood then it was gone.
“Gosh you like playing with fire, don’t you?” Grinning at Nicolas sombrely adding. “And what about the elephant A in the room? My maker?” not saying ‘Armand’ outright not risking seeing the slight flinch in the other.
