Danny Alejandro (finalboast) wrote in summerview, @ 2019-03-29 17:37:00 |
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After the fight was over, Danny was more keyed up than he had been before it started. He hadn’t been mad at Julius, and even still after getting his ass kicked by the fae, Danny didn’t harbor any resentment. Their fight was never meant to be anything serious. More for fun than anything. More to continue Danny’s image in the town. But nothing stung like good old-fashioned betrayal, and that was what Briar had done to him.
Probably didn’t matter a whit to her, he thought, feet carrying him angrily down the street. Unless Julius was one of her jobs? His steps slowed some at that thought. It was possible. And maybe she had to keep him unscathed for her job to be done. He could believe that. His feet moved faster again, and he shook his head with a scowl, ignoring the way it hurt his head. If that was what had prompted her to defend the creep, then she’d have to be the one to tell him, because Danny wasn’t going to just forgive her when— He stopped abruptly, going stone cold. Oh hell. They were lovers. She was who Julius had been referring to in their online banter. He’d all but said her name – or whatever name he knew her by. And Briar had seen it and come to watch the fight to make sure lover boy didn’t get bitten in half by a dragon. Not that Danny would’ve dirtied his mouth with fae blood, but neither of them had known that. It all made sense. He’d need to confirm this theory with Briar but the more he thought about it, the more he believed it, and the lower his opinion of Briar and her tastes in people went. “The fuck you looking at?” Danny demanded when his eyes focused on an elderly couple sitting on a nearby bench. They simply blinked in response and Danny stormed onward, tucking his throbbing wrist under his hoodie. Eventually he arrived at Roman’s house and beat at the door with the toe of his boot. Both of his hands hurt from punching Julius, knuckles bloody, but he was pretty sure the wrist was broken. It felt only natural to gravitate to Roman, seeking care from one of his own kind. And if that brat kid of his answered the door, Danny would turn right back around. “Roman!” he called out and stepped back, looking up at the house with impatience. He went to the nearest window to check for movement inside but caught his own reflection and swore. Gingerly he touched the bruise forming on his eye, the swollen jaw and the split lip that had dribbled blood down his chin and was now dry and dark and angry looking. “Shit. Roman! Are you in there?” Roman was around but not in the house at that particular moment as he was out back making sure the horses were put to bed safe and sound but he was interrupted in his actions when he heard what sounded like Danny. He rubbed his hand over the ears of Merry before he stepped away and began back towards the house where sure enough there was Danny looking very much worse for the wear. The dragon's brow furrowed as he approached, a large hand reaching out to gently catch Danny's chin so he could take a better look at him. "Jesus, what happened to you?" Seeing Roman sent a wave of relief washing over Danny and he allowed the chin catch and examination - not that he could've prevented the huge human shape of Roman, especially not in the state he was in. He winced a little at the touch, feeling every nerve in his body over sensitive. "That cocksucker faerie, Julius. We, uh. Had a fight." Danny sighed and held up his hand, showing the wrist that was black and blue already. "Fucker kicked my ass and when I started to transform, fucking..." he gestured with his good hand, unsure what to call Briar anymore. "His girlfriend intervened and stopped me." Roman's brow furrowed when Danny mentioned Julius. The Fae had never struck him as the violent sort but then appearances were often quite deceiving. That frown only deepened when Danny presented what was clearly a broken wrist. "Fucking hell," he gestured for Danny to follow him into his home, the home that was thankfully quiet as the animals were fast asleep so there was no mobbing though there was a lone ranger in the appearance of a very sleepy looking fat cat who wrapped itself around Roman's legs before doing the same with Danny. Roman headed into the kitchen to dig out his first aid. Following in Roman's wake, Danny stopped only to bend down and pet the cat that had come to rub on his legs. He scooped her up and carried her with him into the kitchen after Roman before letting her down again on the counter where he could reach her better to pet some more. Danny didn't mind all the pets Roman kept and had enough smarts to figure out that it was a thing the other dragon hoarded, much like his own stash of buttons. Dragons were funny like that. He wasn't one to judge the value of someone else's hoard - unless it was also buttons, in which case they would have a problem. "It looks worse than it is, but fuck," he said with a sigh, working on twisting to get out of his hoodie, which was dirty and torn in the back where his wings had sprouted. The cat was more than happy to be scooped up and carried through to the kitchen by Danny even going so far as to purr and brush itself against Danny's fingers. "What did you two fight about?" Roman asked as he unpacked his first aid kit along with a couple tonics and lotions he'd picked up from witches as when you had a growing werewolf in your household it was important to have the right supplies in place. He passed over a tonic. "Drink that, it'll help with the pain." Danny thought for a moment as he continued to worm his way out of the hoodie without upsetting his bruised ribs too much. He tossed the ruined top at his feet and then perched himself atop the counter beside the cat, who got another scratch around her ears. "I don't know, actually. It wasn't one thing. Just two guys getting along, bantering, talking shit." He shrugged. "Then the shit thought he was so perfect that he could fight a dragon and win, so I said we'd do it." That was the extent of their formal agreement. He and Julius hadn't made any rules of engagement or anything, including not using their true strengths - which Danny had done and turned the tide of the fight, just in time for Briar to ruin everything. Transforming had gone directly against his intent to accept an ass beating from Julius in front of the whole town to further seed the idea that he was an idiot, but in the end the copper wyrm had simply lost patience and his pride won out. "I'm sure Julie-bear thinks he won, as a result." Roman ran some warm water and filled a bowl with it before he settled himself in front of Danny and with surprisingly gentle movements used the water to clean up the worst of the blood. He couldn’t get a good idea of the other dragon’s injuries if there was blood in the way after all. “Probably,” Roman agreed with a nod of his head. “How’d he Fair from this whole thing?” He washed off the blood and once he had a better idea of the injuries he popped open his supplies, applying a healing poultice to the worst of the injuries he could see while using small butterfly sutures to pull skin back together. “Gonna need to splint that,” he said with a nod towards Danny’s wrist. Danny knew he'd chosen right to go to Roman for this. He'd seen the dragon be as gentle as a mother with her newborn to these animals he had. If he could insert himself in that circle somehow, get Roman to care about him at least marginally as much as he cared for these animals and his pet werewolf, then Danny knew he'd be sitting pretty in the town. Sitting safe. While Xi was away and while Lily was busy, of course. "He'll need some healing too," he replied smugly. "Got him in the nads," Danny snickered at the memory of the look on Julius' face when he'd kneed him in the groin. "Probably has some quick healing bullshit all lined up, though." The younger dragon pouted at this. He didn't know anyone in town capable of doing the same for him. While Roman treated him, he swung his legs a little as his feet dangled over the counter. He brought his wrist up for Roman's inspection when he mentioned it, the ugly black swollen area giving an idea which bone had cracked under his own weight in one of his falls. “You kicked him in the balls?” Roman asked with a lift of his eyebrows before following it up with a hiss, a distinct ache in his groin accompanying it. Ow, just ow. He reached up to take a hold of the damaged wrist and frowned as he could see and feel the break. “This is a nasty break.” He reached behind him for some of the liquor he kept readily to hand and passed it to Danny. “Drink this. You’re going to need it.” "Used my knee. But yeah." The smug smile remained on Danny's lips until Roman passed him the hard liquor. "Shit. What?" Worried now and not at all looking forward to why he would need a dose of liquor to assess the wrist, he used his teeth to get the cork stopper out and spit it aside before taking a long swig. "Fuck. Alright." He wheezed, wincing at the burn the liquor took to his throat. "Do what you gotta do." Roman’s eyes flicked up to Danny before nodding and giving a countdown before at the count of two he twisted and manipulated all the broken pieces back into perfect alignment which he was very adept at given how old he was and how many times he’d broken shit. Danny howled so loud that the cats in the room all scattered. He pounded a couple times on Roman's chest and his skin rippled with bright copper scales as he momentarily lost control of his human glamour. "Fuck!" he bit out, shining yellow eyes wet with tears of pain that had sprung to them. "Why does it hurt more to fix than when it broke?" he demanded in their shared draconic language and grabbed up the bottle again for another heavy swig. Roman was thankfully pretty fucking sturdy so as Danny flailed he remained unmoved. He didn’t enjoy inflicting pain on those he liked so he felt for Danny because he knew just how painful that had been. “Probably because broken things hurt more to fix,” Roman murmured with a soft understanding smile before his other hand strayed to clasp the back of Danny’s neck where it drew the dragon in and he gave up comfort the same easy way people did with their names. Except of course if they were Fae or otherwise. “I’ll need to splint it.” Finding he was calmed by the other dragon's touch and offer of comfort, Danny nodded his agreement and took a deep breath. What was that? He watched Roman cautiously and reflected on the simple touch. Danny had never been coddled as a young hatchling or at any point in his life. He'd never been offered comfort like that and it felt... nice. An ease settled over him and he let out a shaky breath. "Alright. Do it. And I, uh... I really appreciate your help, Roman." "Anytime," Roman answered easily and genuinely. He was definitely the sort of person who had no issue helping others out especially when it was clear it was needed. Another squeeze was given before he rummaged out some supplied and went about splinting up the damaged wrist so it could heal right. "You'll need to keep your fingers moving even if it hurts." He stood back and gave Danny an appraising look before he stepped back in, cleaning up a few more cuts. |