Re: Roadside tent: Daniel W & Damian W
Ah, the ongoing delicate details of modern life. In Daniel's day it was an easy thing, just the drink, too many pints at the pub of an evening, or for the more fortunate, an excess that was considered fashionable in many circles for an absurd amount of time. Daniel had been to enough AA meetings to know the pitfalls of the more creative methods available to the modern peasant in search of escape, but none came readily to mind, even know, with Damian's scent full in his face. He was distracted by the tent, the creature in it and around it, the men snoring just in his reach. He thought of killing them, and he didn't concern himself with the finer points of Damian on his senses. Only the physical was available to him, and only that he troubled to discern.
Daniel laughed, quiet and low down the back of his throat. The boy's childlike irritation, so fast to come, his concern for the 'wildlife' of the area, the strength of his heart. It made Daniel think of children even younger, tots with fresh faces and shining eyes. Such creatures did not recognize death in Daniel as he passed them by. "What does such behavior deserve?" Daniel asked, his amusement a gleam in still paler eyes. "You will take the blood back, maybe?"
The vampire rolled back his weight on the heel of one foot, to take Damian in fully after watching the gloves spread through the air. It looked too him like a kind of stage costume, and he was interested. After looking down at Damian's boots, Daniel realized for the first time that he didn't have his shoes, and he was faintly embarrassed to find he had not paused long enough to consider proper attire. The mist was making his hair curl in almost violent contractions against his forehead and temples, and he thought with annoyance that he hadn't even taken a hat -- before remembering no one owned proper hats anymore.