#sanguisprince.

[brightyoung]

🫦 Wipe blood from the receiver’s split lip with a rough thumb.

daniel doesn't know which one of his astute, tipsy observations managed to make lestat's bandmate so passionate. there was definitely plenty of passion in the sucker punch that got delivered to his face in between cigarette drags.

-- and still, despite the fast consequence of his sharp words, he is the one who still stands his ground as the other one storms back inside, towards the smell of drink and ecstasy sweat. leaning against the wall, he watches them go. his eyes, seemingly unbothered, then shift towards lestat, who is oh so glittery tonight.

"i'll say sorry later." daniel shrugs, the tone of his voice making it very clear that he is not sorry at all. "we could-"

he doesn't get to finish; words stopped by a harsh press of a thumb to his lower lip. daniel blinks, the sudden pain sending a jolt down his body -- one not entirely unpleasant. there is no way of controlling how his eyes immediately darken, fixed on the vampire. "- mm."

[brightyoung]

[TXT] : i'm only texting you because i'm drunk.

[to: justin bieber] okay captain obvious

[to: justin bieber] im getting there myself sooo

[to: justin bieber] if u want a nightcap ???

[brightyoung]

@sanguisprince cont. from here

daniel would probably look more offended at the mosh pit question if blood wasn't actively dripping down his chin. he had more than enough experience in this scene and the sturdy, worn-out concert boots to prove it. countless nights spent in underground bars, barging into people and slipping on spilled beer.

"you need to read up on first aid, man." he barks, the wet, metallic taste feeling warm on his mouth. "if i tilt it back, that's a ticket to blood-gurgle town."

there is a pause after that in which daniel presses the tissue to his face, and ponders.

"actually, that's probably right up your alley."

how come did he get an elbow in the face tonight, out of all nights? perhaps he stared at the scantily clad groupies for a tad too long and got distracted. or maybe one of them targeted him, annoyed that daniel somehow managed to charm his way through security for that first brief chat with the rockstar.

there was way less charm and more happy pills involved in the negotiations, but the groupies don't have to know that.

"you hit me and drank the blood. great headline." he winces, the tissue slowly soaking through. "the vampire lestat treated me like a community faucet. — can you even drink nosebleeds or is that considered gross?"

lestat is a presence to behold, sure. still, if daniel feels intimidated, he is doing quite a decent job in hiding the fact.

[brightyoung]

you feel guilty because you are guilty.

"who said i feel guilty? i don't feel guilty."

he feels guilty.

and hates it with a burning passion, as it doesn't happen very often. or maybe his denial skills got rusty in captivity, who the fuck knows. what daniel is certain of, there is no way he's admitting to any of this. no comment, next question, off-topic, media training and all that.

still, the feeling is unpleasant and heavy, pulling at his innards with hot, sticky claws. he could try to fool a living person but lestat probably smells it off him, like a predator off a cornered, desperate prey.

this fucking sucks. he quirks a brow at the other, wiggles in the chair in a defiant manner. he's no prey.

"we're not talking about me here. or did you want to compare past evil deeds that keep us awake at night? i show you mine, you show me yours, lestat?"