Re: Log, Webster's Vinyl: Daniel W & Newt P
Daniel's eye contact was intensely personal, and he made it so. Sometimes he did things with the little lines at the corners of his eyes that were meant to hint at pleasantly dark things instead of ugly ones. His brows arched as the nerve he touched thrummed like a heart string, but he didn't press it further, out of reverence for that tension. After a moment he uncrossed his ankles, and then pressed his bare feet out under the table, in the most languid way, underlining the fact that his home was his castle, and he the lord of it even without shoes. A gesture meant to be reassuring, for both.
The brother of a lover was rather dangerous. Heartbreak made people court disaster in ways they might not otherwise. The desire to hurt because of hurt was an emotion incredibly familiar to Daniel. If said lover was female, it was somehow even riskier, but here that wasn't what Newt meant. Daniel's dark eyes went a soft black velvet at Newt's indirect question. He was accustomed to that kind of conversation, because in his day they had it in clubs and over drinks before absconding somewhere else where forbidden hands went in forbidden places. "If it is, delightfully so," Daniel said.
"I miss some things. But not myself at that age," Daniel replied. He put his teacup down and crooked two fingers. "Come here. If you'll allow it, I will make a treasure of you, and it will be diverting for both of us." He smiled a soft, languid smile, ever more dangerous as it was without teeth.