Re: [Diner: Martins/Daniel]
[Daniel was coming, indeed, but he moved far slower and more gingerly than Cris did. He was trailing closely, and listening hard to Cris' heartbeat as they moved; when Cris paused, so did he, and it was not exactly Sam who captured his attention just as they came in. As soon as he was through the door, the metal frame swinging shut behind him with a faint bell-like clatter, his eyes and attention had reverted to whom they had come for. He let the umbrella drop, open, to one side, where it rolled on its sticks against the payment counter.
Daniel's eyes were extremely dark in his head, and from under his skin it was possible to see the outline of his bones, as if his skin had become so blistered that the blood had turned ghastly and pale, as if there was a huge light behind a stretch of wax paper making up his body. Cris would have a heard time entirely analyzing vampire biology, as there was nothing like a threshold to stop a vampire, and nobody was going to be able to scientifically explain that. He sat across from Sam, saying nothing and allowing this gaze to settle like a great weight. She'd be able to sense the difference between himself and Cris. She'd be able to smell the difference between Cris and that sandwich. Daniel waited for these successive realizations, not hurried, thinking that it might take days.]