forum I’m really craving something supernatural huh // OxO // CLOSED!

Started January 06, 2020 by @GoblinKing

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“They’re dark colors, so it doesn’t matter. Can’t see blood anyway.” Danny shrugged. “Had worse stuff on my shirts than blood, so I’m fine.”

"…I don't think I want to know." Alex replied, shaking his head slightly and starting to walk.

“Not really important what it was.” Danny mumbled, following closely behind Alex.

"Well no, but I'm saying I don't think I want to know. No judgement on you, Danny. Really. I'm just saying that if it's worse than blood, I don't want to know." he shrugged his shoulders slightly.

“Dude, I just said that it wasn’t important. I don’t fuckin’ think you’re judgin’ me, man. I’m not tryna bait you into askin’, either.” Danny narrowed his eyes, scratching the side of his head. Clearly he was a bit irritable at the moment, but who could blame him?

"Alright, alright." Alex replied, letting out a slow breath. He didn't quite know what to say, since Danny seemed really touchy at the moment.

He scratched flakes of blood off of his face as they walked. Alex had done a good enough job at wiping him off at first, but the blood was clearly very persistent. His eyes were sharp and almost cold as he studied the streets and alleys before them.

They finally reached Alex's apartment, and he led Danny inside, flipping lights on. "Sit down. I'll get you some water and paper towels."

“Thanks.” Danny muttered, taking a seat. God, his face hurt, but luckily he hadn’t broken anything or lost any teeth. In the artificial lights, though, it was clear that Danny had a rather aggressive black eye that wasn’t as noticeable in the dim streetlights.

"Mhm." Alex got water and paper towels, coming back over and setting them down. "Ouch. That's a pretty gross black eye, man." he said, sitting down near Danny. "Come on. Let's take care of the blood, and then I'll get some neosporin for your eye."

“Dude, my face hurts like fuck.” He grunted. “I can’t believe I let that prick knock me around like I was his bitch.”

"Danny." Alex said in a slightly reprimanding tone. "I know. Just…" he sighed softly.

Danny shrunk back a tiny bit at the light scolding, but he quickly regained his normal standoffishness. “I’m fuckin’ serious, I’m not no fuckin’ hooker, Alex- he can’t just bang me around like that! Shoulda fuckin’ slashed him, but I didn’t, like a fuckin’ moron.”

Alex sighed. "Danny. If you had fucking slashed him, you might have gotten in a hell of a lot of trouble, and I think you know that." he said. He dampened the paper towels and started wiping at the blood on Danny's face.

Danny winced at the feeling of the paper towel on his bruised face. “Maybe. But he woulda- ow- learned his lesson.” He fidgeted with his hands.

"Yeah, at what cost? You could have been put in prison, Danny." he said, trying to be gentle. "You know how hard it is for felons to get any sort of real, good work? Especially…non-humans?" he bit his lip a little bit. "So you could have fucked up the entire rest of your life– just to teach one guy a lesson?"

“It’s funny how you, A- think I don’t fuckin’ know how hard it is to get a job, and B- think I honestly give a fuck. I’m sick and tired of bein’ treated like shit, dude! It’s fuckin’ exhausting!” He laughed sharply, something more incredulous and bitter than humorous. “Why the hell do you think I’m a musician? Yeah, sure, it’s somethin’ I love, but I can’t find a real fuckin’ job to line my damn wallet! My life is already fucked up, man, it’s not like I give a shit anymore.”

Alex winced slightly. "Sorry." he said quietly. He didn't meet Danny's eyes. "I just…fuck, I'm trying to help you, and that's really hard when you're fucking acting like this."

Danny gritted his teeth, pressing the heel of his hand to his forehead. “Fuck. I’m sorry, I’m just fuckin’.. fuckin’, uh- I’m really fuckin’ worked up. And I’m pissed. Thanks, man.. for.. for tryna help me. It’s nice.” He still had that same spitfire temper from high school, clearly. That hadn’t gone away- it probably never would, knowing Danny. He shifted, more than a little embarrassed by his actions.

Alex shrugged slightly. "Yeah, i can tell you are. And you're welcome. Now hold still." he replied. He had gotten most of the blood by now, and was trying to get the rest.

Danny held still the best that he could, but he couldn’t help but fidget or tap his toes or do whatever else he could to break up the tension building within him. He couldn’t help but jerk his head back when Alex was finished- he hated someone else having hands so close to his face.

He finished, and sat back, letting out a breath. "Okay. I'll get you some Neosporin for the bruising, alright?" he got up, and headed over to the bathroom. He came back with a tube of Neosporin.

“Thanks again. Uh- I can put the stuff on, right? It hurts enough, I really don’t want someone else’s hands on my face right now.”

He nodded, and held out the Neosporin. "Yeah, I get that." he replied. "Do you want anything else? Water, ice?"

“Water would be cool, man. Thanks. I think ice could help, but that’s if ya got it.” He dabbed the Neosporin on, wincing at his own exceedingly gentle touch.

"Alright." he got up, and got a bag of ice and a glass of water, bringing them back. "Here."

“You’re an angel. Thanks.” Danny held the ice to his face, letting out a slow, slow breath. “Lucky break you were there tonight, damn. Probably woulda fuckin’ ended up in the hospital if you weren’t there.”

He shrugged his shoulders, sitting down. "Mhm. Maybe so." he agreed with a slight shrug. "That or a jail cell."

“Hah.” Danny laughed softly, breathily. He looked tired. Well- he always did, with his dark circles and dead expression, but now moreso than ever. “Or a cemetery.” His laugh was quiet, but just as sharp and jolting as ever.

"Nah, they wouldn't have you in the ground yet." He replied, shaking his head. "Takes fucking forever to arrange a gravesite. Trust me, I've already had to arrange mine."