WHO: Damian Saint Lorrant & Various WHERE: Various WHEN: After trooping home from the delights of CnC2020. WHAT: A place to store some threads for Feb! WARNINGS: There is definitely gonna be some character injury/blood/gore/whatever.
[When prompted he moves it sit with his lover and lets the man embrace him.]
That David hurt Josh by sleeping with him, and wanted to seduce Laurie away from him. That David... it doesn’t matter.
[That David wanted to die because he was frustrated. He would never admit it to himself. But he was bored and tired and more than slightly mad from his powers. He had turned into a sponge for misery and grief and suffering and his one solace had abandoned him.]
[ A little less great, the behind the scenes details Damian had missed kind of darken the picture. But ... David's right, it doesn't matter. He closes his eyes. ]
Go. [ He gives David's side a quick pat. ] I'll go after you.
[ And he'll move himself off the edge and out of the way at some point here ... as soon as he gathers his energy. ]
[Cute, the way he thinks David will go ‘first’. Instead he starts stripping off his horribly ruined clothes before reaching out to tug at Damian’s.]
I’m not trying to be forward or anything, just to help. Josh’s powers are far more limited here, Damian. After what you did, you could well pass out if you’re left to stand on your own. Let me help clean you up and put you on the couch to sleep until you’re strong enough to face the next step. I’ll give you some of my clothes as well.
[And after David gets clean he has to... figure out his bed.]
[ Damian blinks, but acquiesces. He stands and lets David pull off the bloodied clothing without complaint, and has to admit the idea of a warm shower isn't exactly unappealing right now. ]
Don't think I don't appreciate the sentiment, but — [ He cracks a smile, and gives David's hip a fond nudge. ] Don't forget that as long as Rupert sticks around, I'm a teleporter.
[ The warm water feels exactly as good as he'd hoped. He bows his head under it, closing his eyes, and takes David up on the offer. ]
It's ... I'd rather sleep in my own bed.
[ David isn't wrong, he's probably left some blood behind and teleporting isn't quite effortless, but it isn't anything he can't handle. Because, on the other hand, he'd really like a dark hole to hide in for a while with no one else around. ]
[And he envies it. But he wont' really comment on that. He gets it, Damian needs the space. Honestly, he would too but... he wants the comfort. And can't seek it out here. Doesn't change that he'll give space. Once he's certain Damian is cleaned up.]
There you go.
[He reaches past Damian to find soap and hold it up for Damian.]
[ He takes the soap, and cleaning himself is a quiet process. He goes through the movements mechanically while the water at their feet begins to run pink. He knows why David would like him to stay here, and he knows David's ideal wouldn't be Damian on the couch and David elsewhere. Damian feels it too, frankly. The urge to curl up somewhere alone has overpowered it so far, but ... maybe he shouldn't let it.
He owes David a hell of a lot right now.
When he's clean and finished he sighs, and shifts to lean his head briefly against David's chest. ]
There are a lot of spare rooms at my apartment right now. Roommates that were sent home. Let's borrow one of the beds.
[ It occurs to him, with some dull surprise, that maybe he loves David. It's unexpected, difficult to confirm. But why else would the recurring thought/memory of David coming to harm strike him so painfully? His brows knit as he considers it, and he glances up to study his face for a few seconds.
All he says, though: ] Just come with me.
[ And then he finally leans away, surrendering the warm water for David's turn under it. ]
[David most definitely loves Damian, and he knows that in this situation the best thing he can do for the man he loves, the man who just had to experience killing him, is to let Damian set boundaries. But the insistence... Well, it's enough.]
Yeah. I will. Do you want me to give you pajamas?
[He does step into the spray and turns it up to searing hot, scrubbing frantically at his skin. Can't help it. The man he was left him disgusted.]
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That David hurt Josh by sleeping with him, and wanted to seduce Laurie away from him. That David... it doesn’t matter.
[That David wanted to die because he was frustrated. He would never admit it to himself. But he was bored and tired and more than slightly mad from his powers. He had turned into a sponge for misery and grief and suffering and his one solace had abandoned him.]
We should get cleaned.
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Go. [ He gives David's side a quick pat. ] I'll go after you.
[ And he'll move himself off the edge and out of the way at some point here ... as soon as he gathers his energy. ]
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I’m not trying to be forward or anything, just to help. Josh’s powers are far more limited here, Damian. After what you did, you could well pass out if you’re left to stand on your own. Let me help clean you up and put you on the couch to sleep until you’re strong enough to face the next step. I’ll give you some of my clothes as well.
[And after David gets clean he has to... figure out his bed.]
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Don't think I don't appreciate the sentiment, but — [ He cracks a smile, and gives David's hip a fond nudge. ] Don't forget that as long as Rupert sticks around, I'm a teleporter.
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[Once he has them undressed and hot water on, he carefully pulls his boyfriend under the spray.]
But for now, just focus on getting clean. I’ll just be here to be someone to lean against. And to fetch towels. Let me be your hands for a bit.
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It's ... I'd rather sleep in my own bed.
[ David isn't wrong, he's probably left some blood behind and teleporting isn't quite effortless, but it isn't anything he can't handle. Because, on the other hand, he'd really like a dark hole to hide in for a while with no one else around. ]
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[And he envies it. But he wont' really comment on that. He gets it, Damian needs the space. Honestly, he would too but... he wants the comfort. And can't seek it out here. Doesn't change that he'll give space. Once he's certain Damian is cleaned up.]
There you go.
[He reaches past Damian to find soap and hold it up for Damian.]
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He owes David a hell of a lot right now.
When he's clean and finished he sighs, and shifts to lean his head briefly against David's chest. ]
There are a lot of spare rooms at my apartment right now. Roommates that were sent home. Let's borrow one of the beds.
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[He does wrap his arm briefly around his boyfriend, though, holding him while he deals with Damian's clear fatigue.]
Like I said, we have a couch here. I can use that.
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All he says, though: ] Just come with me.
[ And then he finally leans away, surrendering the warm water for David's turn under it. ]
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Yeah. I will. Do you want me to give you pajamas?
[He does step into the spray and turns it up to searing hot, scrubbing frantically at his skin. Can't help it. The man he was left him disgusted.]