“It could definitely be worse,” Daniel said, lifting his face out of her hair. The vampire could probably name off five different ways without stopping to think. He lifted his ankle to rest on his kneecap and his foot bounced. “But how does that make anybody feel better? Unless you’re trying to get intimately familiar with the thought of your own mortality.” Or immortality. When Daniel had woken up as a vampire and freaked out, Deanna had regaled him with stories about how much worse it could be, which didn’t change how shitty it already was.
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ninetydegrees
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on 2013-10-20 04:49 am (UTC)“I’m glad he was there.”