𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐍

——𝘚𝘗𝘈𝘞𝘕 𝘖𝘍 𝘚𝘈𝘛𝘈𝘕——

( laying on the ground in front of 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, he does not feel or look well at all. . )

“ i’ve had holy water thrown on me before. .i’ve been used as a punching bag for my own fucking father- if you think whatever happens to me here scares me you are dead wrong ”

“ not the first time either. .perks of being satans son i guess ” a shrug, eyes still remaining closed, the light hurting his head more than it already was

from damien’s mind it seemed as if he had panicked after an uncontrollable rampage and ran off to the closest place he could, which unfortunately for both of them was the others home

“ good luck. . ” a weak grin, making no attempt to pull away - he had no reason to as of yet

“ i don’t remember how i got here. . ” a mutter, trembling hands resting at his sides. he wouldn’t fight the other if they wanted to look into his mind, but everything in there really wasn’t pleasant - full of trauma to be exact

falling to the floor, shifting into a sitting position then backwards so his back was against the wall again, closing his eyes “ didn’t plan on moving.. ”

“ i know, i’m sorry. .i don’t want to hurt you ” a sigh, still trying to calm himself down from his earlier endeavours “ i really don’t feel great, can you 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 let me go? ”

“ damien- can you uh. .let me go now? ” lowering his hands back down to his sides, different coloured eyes locking with the other males

an audible curse as his back hit against the solid wall, causing him even more pain than he was already in - blood covered hands raise in defence, showing he meant no harm “ i don’t remember how i got here ”

☠︎ 𝘍𝘌𝘈𝘙 - 𝘛𝘏𝘌 - 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘗𝘌𝘙 ☠︎

𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 *𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮, 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 - 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘺. .

“ problem? ”

“ do you not agree with me? “ looking up

𝘥𝘰𝘯´𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘦 - 𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘯

“ he’s the one that makes it ten times worse than it needs to be ”

“ makes me feel amazing…i always feel so much calmer after- like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders ”