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jaysworlds · 2 years ago
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The end, when it came, was quick. Lucifer swung. Mari dodged, countered, and her sword sliced across Lucifer’s stomach.
For a moment he just looked surprised. His sword clattered to the ground with a dull thud. He stumbled back, hands pressed to his stomach, and collapsed on the couch behind him.
Daryn froze. Behind him, he heard Mari sink to the floor, but he didn’t look over.
“Daddy?” he whispered. Lucifer looked up at him, finally calm, and reached a hand toward him. His fingers were stained black.
“Come here, pumpkin,” Lucifer told him, beckoning him over.
He hadn’t called Daryn that in years. Since before everything went wrong.
Daryn bit back a sob and stumbled over, sinking down on the couch beside him. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m sorry.”
Lucifer shook his head, smiling and reaching up, cupping Daryn’s cheek, smearing blood on his face. “It’s alright, pumpkin.”
He was a far cry from the man he’d been a few minutes ago, looking at Daryn in the same soft, fond way he had when Daryn had been little.
“I love you,” Daryn told him, rubbing his eyes to try and hide the few tears that were sneaking out. He desperately wanted to hear his father tell him he loved him, just one more time.
“I love you too,” Lucifer said, kissing his forehead. “And I’m sorry it had to be this way.”
Daryn sobbed, turning to press his face against Lucifer’s shoulder.
Lucifer hushed him gently, gentle fingers through his hair. “It’s alright, pumpkin,” he said, soft. He hadn’t been so kind to Daryn in so long, why did it have to be like this? “It’s alright. Everything’s going to be okay now.”
“Daddy,” Daryn gasped, unable to get anything else out through his sobs. “Please don’t go.”
Lucifer kissed his hair, soft. “Oh, pumpkin. It’s alright. I’m not going to leave you alone.”
“Promise?” Daryn asked, sniffling quietly into his father’s shirt. It was ruined already, Daryn wasn’t going to make it worse.
“I promise,” Lucifer said. “I’m going to be with you forever, okay?”
Lucifer shifted, slow and careful. Daryn didn’t move, not wanting to let him go. He’d seen how bad the wound Mari had given him was, but he was trying very hard to believe that everything was going to be okay.
“Okay,” he whispered. Mari said something, from the other side of the room, but Daryn couldn’t hear what it was, and he didn’t think it was aimed at him anyway.
“I love you, pumpkin,” Lucifer said, and Daryn heard Mari cry out.
Pain exploded through his back. He heard himself scream, and then �� blessedly – everything went dark.
daryn is having a great time <3
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jaysworlds · 4 months ago
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moodboard for daryn, my leading lady!! she's doing.... well, she's doing
We’re making moodboards! Specifically, we’re making moodboards that introduce your main character!
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jaysworlds · 2 years ago
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“That’s not very nice,” Daryn’s mouth said, without very much input from Daryn’s brain.
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jaysworlds · 3 years ago
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That … was fair enough, actually, and she said as much. He gave her another lopsided smile and nodded.
“Your smile is nice,” Daryn noted, and he laughed, perhaps a little nervously, colour flooding his cheeks.
“What?”
“Your smile. It’s nice. I haven’t seen it before.”
“You’re drunk.”
She rolled her eyes, rolling onto her back to look up at the ceiling. “Just a little bit. But it is a nice smile.”
“Just a lottle bit.”
“That’s not a word.”
“How would you know? You’re drunk.”
Daryn huffed at him. “I know what I’m talking about.”
“Could’ve fooled me.”
“I’m a little tipsy,” Daryn told him, reaching up to poke his mouth when he leaned over her. “And your smile is nice.”
“Why are you so insistent about this?”
“Why are you so insistent about it?”
“I’m not.”
Daryn rolled her eyes, reaching up to poke his mouth again. Kyo caught her hand before she could this time, stopping her before she could. “Don’t do that.”
“You are insistent,” Daryn told him, although she graciously didn’t poke his mouth anymore. “You’re saying ‘oh, I don’t have a nice smile, you’re just drunk.’ But you do.”
gay people being gay i love them <3
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jaysworlds · 3 years ago
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Was it hard? they ask (the mother. Face bathed in holy light and hands bathed in blood.) Was it hard?
Yes, she says. (The mother. Who else is left to answer?) Yes, it was hard.
You were so brave, they say (to the mother. They do not think of the children.)
It was a sacrifice, she tells them (wiping a tear from her eye. It does not matter whether it is real or not.) I did what had to be done.
You saved us, they say (to the mother; to the traitor. Perhaps they’re right.)
(And who thinks of those she didn’t save, of those she sent to their doom.)
I remember you, the wind says (to the sons, wings broken and bodies unburied. The lucky ones, to die still bathed in grace.) I remember you.
Stay, the library says (to the son, still holding the crown. Unaware of the knife.) You’re safe here.
Trust me, the knife whispers (to the son, lost in grief and anger. His mother’s son.) Wield me.
Listen, the madness calls (to the daughter, furious and alone. Her father’s daughter.) Listen to me.
They listen. They have no one else to listen to.
I wonder what became of them, she asks. (The mother. She does not care to see the bodies.) I wonder if they’re alright.
Please, she says. (The child. The only one left.) Please.
She does not know what she is asking for.
It’s over, they say (to the mother. Over for them.) It’s over.
I’m sorry, he says (the father; the snake. He will be remembered as the villain.) I’m sorry.
He could not save them.
Was it hard? they ask.
Yes. (the father.)
No. (the mother.)
(the children do not speak.)
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jaysworlds · 4 months ago
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I'm gonna talk about Daryn's two sisters a bit!
Her first sister is Esther. Esther dies a long time before the story ever starts, but Daryn can't let go of her. She's haunting the story in a way, because Daryn's always thinking about her
I love her a lot, but Daryn doesn't remember the way she really was so much as an idealised version of her, and so no one will ever know her how she was.
Her SECOND sister is Mari. Mari's her half sister and was raised not even knowing Daryn existed. Getting to meet her and spend time with her is actually really good for Daryn because it means she gets at least one living family member who doesn't suck
Or, at least sucks less. Mari still kind of sucks
Tilda is looking for her brother. Are there any family members in your story? Siblings? Parents? Uncles? Tell us about them!
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jaysworlds · 4 years ago
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You’ve been visited by the random oc questions tabby kitten!!💙
What happens when your character doesn’t get what they want? Are they generally understanding, or do they keep pushing? What lengths will they go to to get what they want?
i have Way too many characters to answer this for all of them, so lets go with daryn (the mc from hell above) and alexei (the secondary mc from 8 gold pieces)
daryn is ... john mulaney in the delta airlines sketch. life has a habit of kicking her in the teeth and going 'fuck you!' and she goes oookay and moves on. i think at this point she's more or less used to not getting what she wants, so she doesn't often push things. she'll be quietly upset and then move on.
alexei, on the other hand. he's willing to wait to get what he wants, but hes sure as hell not just giving up on it. he'll push and push and push until something cracks and he'll only stop when he's either got his way or seriously fucked up (which is. more often than he'd like to admit). usually this doesn't end well for him but alas he never learns from his mistakes. sometimes people get hurt. usually him, but sometimes he hurts the people he loves (or strangers) and then is consumed by guilt for a while
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jaysworlds · 4 years ago
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every friendship group should have:
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a mean bisexual
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an even meaner lesbian
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she/theys
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and he/theys
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a token straight that’s on thin ice
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an astrology bitch who’s got everyone’s birth chart memorized
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and a short king
(picrew by carrotkake)
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jaysworlds · 4 years ago
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Actually posting snippets of my WIP instead of more GerryMichael day 1 (there will be no day 2)
So here y’all go have some *squints at notes* lesbians and homoerotic massages
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It was quiet for a moment, after that. Daryn managed to steady her breathing and focus on other things, not just Lucian’s skin against hers, though it was still a struggle.
“You’re alright?” Lucian asked, after a bit, and Daryn risked opening her eyes.
“Yeah,” she said, exhaling slowly. “I’m alright.”
“You’re very shy.”
Daryn felt the blush returning. “People aren’t usually this nice to me.”
“Oh, honey.” Lucian tipped her chin up a little. “Why not?”
Daryn shrugged, not meeting her eye. “I don’t know.”
“They should be. You deserve it, you know.”
“I don’t mind.”
“I mind. You’re very pretty, and you deserve to be told as much.”
Daryn risked a tiny smile. “I’m not as pretty as you.”
Lucian laughed, fond. “This isn’t about me. Let me call you pretty.”
“Do I have to?”
“Of course not. But I’d like to.”
Daryn thought about that. She did like Lucian calling her pretty, really. It made her feel good. “Okay.”
Lucian grinned, bright and beautiful. “Thank you, sweet thing.”
Daryn nodded, a small, jerky movement. She didn’t feel like she had given Lucian anything, but she supposed that it didn’t matter, as long as she was happy.
“Relax,” Lucian murmured, slipping her hands under Daryn’s shirt and pushing it up, off her shoulders. “You’re so tense.”
Daryn tried her best to listen, but it was difficult. Relaxing didn’t come naturally to her, and nor did letting people be kind to her.
Lucian unclipped her bra and slipped it off, fingers warm against her skin. “Sit tight,” she said, pressing a kiss to Daryn’s bare shoulder. “I know what’ll calm you down.”
Daryn wasn’t sure what she expected, but it wasn’t for Lucian to dig her thumbs into one of the stiff, painful places on her shoulder, rubbing in small, firm circles. She exhaled, surprised, but it felt really good, far better than she’d expected.
“Good?” Lucian asked, kissing the back of her neck, and Daryn hummed an assent. “Good. Could you lie down on your stomach for me?”
Daryn complied, settling down with her head on her arms, and Lucian stroked a hand down her naked back, almost in praise. “Good girl.”
Daryn couldn’t stop herself exhaling softly, somehow proud of herself, though she hadn’t done anything.
Lucian settled onto her lower back, legs either side of her hips, and started rubbing her shoulders, little soothing circles, and Daryn slowly realised that she was working out the knots.
And there were a lot of knots. Daryn knew how stressed she got, and she rarely had time to just sit and relax. Her shoulders must be a mess, and she pushed down the urge to apologise for it.
It felt really good, though, and she couldn’t stop herself making little noises, soft hums and pleased exhales. She apologised the first few times, but Lucian shushed her.
“Let me hear you,” she said, brushing the hair off Daryn’s neck and working out a particularly stubborn knot at the base of it. “It just means I’m doing a good job, that’s all.”
Daryn hummed an assent and closed her eyes, just enjoying the feeling of Lucian’s fingers digging into her back. It wasn’t really what she had expected, but she was certainly enjoying herself and Lucian seemed to be too, so she didn’t mind.
Ladon would find this endlessly amusing, she was sure.
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jaysworlds · 4 months ago
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-Daryn would love a good pasta. Or fast food! She's been raised on very high quality expensive food and i think she would love to go ham on a mcdonalds burger
-Oh i have thought about this a lot :D Daryn will drink anything (in concerningly high quantities) but shes such a whisky girlie. she loves a good whisky
-Daryn doesn't sleep nearly enough but when she does. She much prefers a bed that's comfortable but she doesn't need it to be dark or silent
Today, we’re going to start things off by playing with some smaller, often over-looked character traits!
What is your character’s favorite food?
What is their go-to alcoholic beverage?
What are their sleeping preferences?
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jaysworlds · 4 years ago
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Whumptober Day Eighteen
Something feels … off. Esther can’t quite put her finger on what it is, but it feels wrong, and she doesn’t like it.
It might be Micah’s fault. It might be her father. It might just be her, but whatever it is, it’s wrong. Something’s wrong.
It’s not her. She’s sure it’s not her, because why would it be her? She can trust herself, trust her own senses. It can’t be her.
Her father is … off. Something’s strange about him these days, but she barely sees him, and she’s sure it’s not him either.
She never sees Jonah, either. He seems to spend all his time with their father, and she seems to spend an awful lot of time with just Micah and Daryn.
It can’t be Daryn. Esther trusts Daryn, and she’s only young, the baby of the family.
Micah, then.
The more she thinks about it, the more it makes sense. He hasn’t been talking to her so much recently, spending more and more time in his own head.
Does he not trust her? What reason could he have not to tell her everything.
They’ve always been close. Their whole lives they’ve been close, so why choose now to start deceiving her?
She doesn’t know if he’s ever lied to her, exactly. It doesn’t matter, really, he’s still been deceiving her, every time he doesn’t tell her something.
He’s planning something. She’s sure he’s planning something, something that involves her, or Daryn, and she won’t let him hurt either of them.
Perhaps he’s a traitor. Like their mother. Perhaps he’s going to sell them out.
She takes to following him around. Not so much that he would notice, but occasionally, when he looks as though he’s got something in his head. She knows him so well, she knows when he’s planning something, and he’s planning something now.
But he knows her, too. He notices her following him.
“Don’t you trust me, Essy?” he hisses, cornering her in a secluded hallway. “Don’t you think I want what’s best for us?”
“You’ve been lying to me,” Esther tells him.
“You wouldn’t understand.”
“I would. Tell me.”
“No. Don’t try to stop me.”
And then he’s gone. She can’t stop him leaving.
It only reenforces her belief that he’s planning something.
She tells Daryn. Daryn’s the only person she can trust at the moment. Daryn listens to her, tells her things. Daryn would never betray her.
She doesn’t trust Micah. She thinks he’s going to hurt her, to try and kill her, perhaps, and she can’t have that. Won’t have that.
He won’t kill her. She needs to live.
It’s not a surprise when he kills Jonah, and she knows that she’s next. He tries to lie about it, to tell her that its what’s best for them. Jonah would be a bad king, he says. I’ll be better. Father told me so.
He’s lying, of course. Father has told her that, but Micah doesn’t know that. Doesn’t know that she knows he’s lying.
He will kill them all if she lets him.
But she won’t. She’ll keep herself safe, keep Daryn safe.
She’s stronger than him, she’s sure of it. Father tells her she’s strong, and she knows he’s on her side. He has to be.
Micah has to die. He’s a danger to them all, and she can’t afford to let him live.
It’s almost a shame, really. They used to be so close.
But it’s his fault. He’s been lying to her, and she knows that he’ll kill her if he gets the chance.
She lies to Daryn about it. It’s only a tiny white lie, just so she won’t worry. She’s prone to being anxious, and Esther doesn’t want her to stress that Micah might hurt her.
It’s alright, though, because it’s to keep her safe. Esther’s not a liar. She just wants Daryn to be okay, that’s all.
Because Micah has to die, and Esther has to kill him.
That’s just how it has to be.
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jaysworlds · 3 years ago
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“I would kill him,” Kyo told him, glancing up for a moment. “If you let me.”
Daryn gave him the ghost of a smile. “I know. But … it’s fine.”
Kyo shook his head, but he didn’t say anything. They both knew it wasn’t fine, what was there to say?
i care them so much,,,,
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jaysworlds · 3 years ago
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“Stay still.”
It was Kyo’s voice. Daryn made another attempt to open her eyes and failed.
“It’s alright. I’m here.”
Daryn exhaled softly, even that hurting her throat, but it helped, knowing Kyo was here. She would be safe with him.
this piece is just,,,, very soft i love them
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jaysworlds · 4 months ago
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Daryn has a lot of really bad habits! She's got pretty severe depression and PTSD, and she spends a lot of time self medicating with alcohol. Apart from her alcohol problem she has a bad habit of thinking she's unlovable and pushing people away because of it
Let’s follow that up with something a bit more in-depth. What is your character’s worst habit?
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jaysworlds · 4 years ago
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the daryn gang according to how good they are to hug:
daryn: soft! squishy! nice tummy to rest your head on. points deducted because of that one time you moved too quickly and she panicked and elbowed you in the face. 8/10
ladon: theyre comforting to hug but not particularly comfortable because theyre kind of bony and probably wearing armour. 7/10
lucian: stronk. could crush your head with her arms. nice 2 hug but sometimes squeezes too tight and also she has so much muscle shes just. hard. not a comfy pillow. 5/10
forn: tall. lanky. you will get elbowed. hes not even enjoying hugging you. probably smells of weed and too much deoderent 2/10
kyo: actually gives pretty good hugs. is small and compact and easy to pick up and can wrap his legs around your waist and bury his head in your neck and its cute. points deducted for his bones and personality 6/10
mari: strong but still a little soft. hugging her actively makes you feel better because of angel magic. wings 2 wrap around you which are lovely and soft and warm. unfortunately she might give you a lecture about the bible while youre hugging her 9/10
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jaysworlds · 4 years ago
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Whumptober Day Seven
Kyo doesn’t often have nightmares. He’s learned, over the years, how to wake himself up before it reaches the point where the dreams start properly forming, and if it means that he rarely gets enough sleep, then that’s the price he pays.
Not that he gets enough sleep anyway.
He doesn’t hate his job, exactly. It’s mostly hard work, but for the most part he doesn’t have to have proper conversations with anyone, and work is … it’s alright. It takes his mind off other things.
Like Daryn.
He hates Daryn. He hates the fact that he doesn’t hate Daryn. He hates the fact that he may or may not be crushing on Daryn.
Daryn’s just … something else.
Daryn’s also the reason he’s sitting in a too-large armchair in an empty library at nearly one o’clock in the morning, trying his best to keep his eyes open.
This is the third night in a row that he’s been up past midnight, and he’s exhausted. He just wants to collapse into bed and sleep, but if something happens to Daryn because he left the prince down in the library all night then he’ll be the one in trouble.
So he doesn’t leave. Just curls up tighter in the chair and fights not to fall asleep right here.
It’s not a fight that he wins.
Kyo doesn’t often have nightmares, but of course this is one of the nights that they sneak up on him, fast enough that he doesn’t even realise what’s happening until it’s too late to force himself awake.
He doesn’t remember the dream, when he finally does wake up, but the remnants of it leave him shaking, feeling sick to his stomach.
There’s a hand on his arm, a hand cupping his cheek, and as he fights to regain control of his senses he realises it’s Daryn.
(Something stirs faintly in the back of his mind, and he knows Mari is watching, though she stays silent.)
“Are you alright?” Daryn asks, blue eyes wide and worried. He’s slurring his words a little, clearly drunk, but it’s not as bad as usual.
Kyo doesn’t say anything about it. It’s none of his business what Daryn does to himself, even if it does pull at something in his chest every time Daryn’s drunk, with no regard for what it’s going to do to him.
“I’m fine,” he tries, and finds that his voice cracks.
He doesn’t even realise he’s been crying until Daryn wipes the tears away with the pad of his thumb. His hands are so soft.
“I’m sorry I’m late,” Daryn says, a moment later. He still hasn’t moved away, and Kyo can feel his traitorous heartbeat getting faster.
“It’s fine,” he says, and it comes out softer than he means it to be.
Daryn smiles, eyes crinkling at the corners. “You should go to bed.”
“I know.”
Kyo pulls himself out of the chair and finds that his legs are shaking. He stumbles, reaching out for Daryn, and finds himself swept right off his feet.
He yelps, a little put out, and smacks Daryn in the chest, but some small, rebellious part of him actually rather likes it. Daryn is warm and solid, and something about him is comforting, even though he smells of alcohol and his steps aren’t exactly steady.
“You’re such a bastard,” Kyo says, but he can feel the panic ebbing away. Daryn has that effect on him. Even if he is a bastard.
Daryn just laughs, and Kyo feels it where he's pressed against Daryn’s chest, has to bite his lip to stop himself from saying something stupid like you should laugh more often.
His face is still sticky with tears, and he rubs his sleeve over his eyes, annoyed with himself. He doesn’t like crying in front of anyone; least of all Daryn, who has enough problems of his own. He doesn’t like anyone to feel obligated to help him.
Daryn’s gentle, careful as he carries Kyo up the stairs, and Kyo doesn’t bother struggling, or demanding to be put down. He tells himself it’s because he has no chance of winning.
“Stay,” Daryn asks softly, once they’re back upstairs in his room. “No point going all the way back downstairs.”
He’s put Kyo down, tossing him onto the bed like he weighs nothing, and honestly Kyo doesn’t mind nearly as much as he should.
“I shouldn’t,” he says. “I’ll get into trouble.”
That’s a lie. No one cares where he sleeps, really, as long as he’s up early enough in the morning. No one would bat an eyelid if he wasn’t in his own bed.
He’s just not sure how well he’d cope sleeping in the same room as Daryn. Let alone the same bed.
But he’s so tired, and Daryn’s giving him a soft, puppy-eyed look, and how is he supposed to say no to that.
“Fine. Whatever.”
Daryn laughs again, and Kyo pulls a pillow over his head. This isn’t the first time he’s slept in Daryn’s bed, but that knowledge doesn’t make him any less nervous about it.
At least it means Daryn will sleep. He doesn’t most nights, spending his time wandering around the castle and drinking, or whatever else he does, and Kyo (to his own annoyance) worries about him.
He doesn’t watch as Daryn changes for bed, and doesn’t bother changing himself. His clothes don’t have an excess of buckles that will make sleeping in them uncomfortable, and his only other options are to sleep naked or in one of Daryn’s shirts, and he honestly doesn’t know which would be worse.
The bed dips as Daryn slips into it, and Kyo rolls onto his side, facing away in a pretense of giving Daryn his privacy.
He doesn’t want it, of course, wrapping his arms around Kyo’s waist and pulling him closer, because Daryn doesn’t seem to know the meaning of the word boundaries.
“You’re a good friend,” he mumbles, into the back of Kyo’s neck, and Kyo tries to pretend that that doesn’t hurt.
“Sure,” he says, blinking quickly. He wouldn’t cry over something like that; he must have gotten something in his eyes. Stupid, really.
He’s not comfortable, sleeping so close to Daryn. He shouldn’t be comfortable.
His body, it seems, has not received the memo, and when he falls asleep a few minutes later he sleeps far better than he has in a while.
His sleep is utterly dreamless.
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