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.
My boyfriend trying to be more honest with me to avoid a potential evil villain future? Yeah, not going to take it personally if you slip up some.
[He keeps the smile warm and soft, his fingers curling into Damian's hair. How in the world had he gotten so lucky as to get a man like this?]
Could you maybe give me one other promise? I never want to see that silver switchblade of yours in person again, unless you're fighting to save us from something. Okay?
[He's going to have more nightmares about that than anything else.]
[ Evil villain future seems a little dramatic, but ... also, honestly, kind of flattering. It's a pretty good description of who the man was. His wry smile drops away at David's request, though, solemnity quick to replace it.
He's spent an awful lot of time working over this for himself, considering every angle and each implication, deciding whether or not to reshape himself and all. The one thing he's not spent much time on is David's side of it. So he nods, trying not to look the instantly guilty that he feels. ]
Right. Very reasonable. [ It's in his pocket now, it always is, and it suddenly feels so much heavier than usual. He leans in to distract himself, looping both arms low around David's waist. ] I've got a pistol, too. I'll start working on my aim, use that more.
[David sighs and just puts his arms around his lover, holding him.]
Keep it on you. I don't doubt that you're very good with it. I can feel the knowledge and experience in your mind when I touch you. I just... don't want to see it myself. That's all. That thing's been in me twice now. Proper narrative form demands that it finally kill me next time. And the universe doesn't function like that, but I don't want to tempt it.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
besainted) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
maskormenacelogs2020-01-31 09:44 pm
no subject
[He keeps the smile warm and soft, his fingers curling into Damian's hair. How in the world had he gotten so lucky as to get a man like this?]
Could you maybe give me one other promise? I never want to see that silver switchblade of yours in person again, unless you're fighting to save us from something. Okay?
[He's going to have more nightmares about that than anything else.]
no subject
He's spent an awful lot of time working over this for himself, considering every angle and each implication, deciding whether or not to reshape himself and all. The one thing he's not spent much time on is David's side of it. So he nods, trying not to look the instantly guilty that he feels. ]
Right. Very reasonable. [ It's in his pocket now, it always is, and it suddenly feels so much heavier than usual. He leans in to distract himself, looping both arms low around David's waist. ] I've got a pistol, too. I'll start working on my aim, use that more.
no subject
[David sighs and just puts his arms around his lover, holding him.]
Keep it on you. I don't doubt that you're very good with it. I can feel the knowledge and experience in your mind when I touch you. I just... don't want to see it myself. That's all. That thing's been in me twice now. Proper narrative form demands that it finally kill me next time. And the universe doesn't function like that, but I don't want to tempt it.