not all that long after arriving, which was surprising enough as it was. talking about their feelings is hardly something he and damian are known to practice together, nor is it anything damian would have chosen to converse about had he the option. but he hadn't: drake opened his mouth, went on about the dog that had been damian's somewhere else and then had been left in his care and going on about is laelaps an okay name despite the fact it was not damian's wolfdog to have an opinion about.
and yet here they are -
damian, just outside the door of drake's chosen room, leash in hand with laelaps shoving her nose under it. he doesn't knock, no, that would be too polite - instead, damian raises a booted foot and kicks the toe box against the bottom of the door frame, hard. )
[The apartment itself isn't ground floor, but Tim kicks himself for claiming it anyway. The traffic is something he very foolishly had forgotten all about and now: this.
It sounds like someone is trying to kick in his door when all Tim had wanted was to keep writing his notes, hunched over a low coffee table and Etraya's public network forum on display. He growls, train of thought successfully derailed.
--someone is trying to kick in his door.
Tim is scowling, opening the door and his mouth
and then he's not.]
Lily?
[A wolfdog. Golden eyes. Small framed. Off white, gray tufts of fur over her shoulder and hips and Tim's frozen with the door open only halfway because he doesn't know what] Where'd you find her? [The words are rough; Tim's mouth hot and dry. His eyes are, shockingly, dry too. Tim turns them to-] Damian? [He doesn't know what to call the boy, so the name is soundless. The fear isn't.
A boy and his dog, on his doorstep. A boy and his dog. A boy and his dog.
( if timothy thought a door would be able to keep him safe, then he should have chosen somewhere less obvious to stay behind one.
the scowl doesn't last very long, something more akin to shock taking over quickly and for a brief moment, damian considers resorting to violence as payback for the last incident that had happened between them. not the one in auriel. the one before that.
his voiceless name earns a scowl mirroring the one he had seen when tim first opened the door, albeit a little less - loud. damian wayne hardly exists, here, for a multitude of reasons. but he doesn't exist under any other name either.
damian drops the leash, because he doesn't feel a need for it anymore. his head tips in towards the wolfdog, gesturing to her. )
Aurora allows us to exchange some kind of participation points for whatever we ask of her. I had a significant amount, of course, and opted to verify your story. ( not exactly but close enough. ) She did recognize me.
[Because there's a petite girl wolfdog throwing herself at him with none of her usual grace- her rump slams into Tim's knees and he catches himself before he stumbles.
Soon his hands are buried deep into thick fur, and Tim breathes through the onslaught of emotion.
And concern. The fear that'd been tinting his words can now be read in his face and in the way his fingers grab at Laelaps' scruff to, maybe, get some control over this situation.
Oh, Damian-- no... if there's a points system then it's not for them to spend on-- nice clothes or sweets or... pets. Who's to say it's not the currency that'll buy the safety of their worlds--? They were here to prove their worth, after all, and it made sense to tally any achievements. But Damian wanted the dog. Of course he had wanted the dog. Tim blinks away the wetness in his eyes before any spills.
(Damian is a child.)]
What-- so what are you going to do with her? She was okay when you walked her over? She's seen like, 30 people, ever, in her whole life.
[Damian is a child. And Tim can see gloating for what it is: Laelaps is Damian's dog. And god, he's not angry that the twerp claimed her but it's-- a lot.
Fuck.]
I mean, I didn't know what the... what the hell I was doing with her, either. She's so happy to see you again. You'll-- you'll figure it out.
( he does close the door, but it's less for drake and more for laelaps. drake holds onto the wolfdog as if his life depends on it, as if she's all he has in the world and damian - scowls at him, but says nothing.
the reaction from drake says more than enough, he doesn't require words to sort this out. he looks close to tears, which is pathetic in a way damian isn't putting to words because it would be overly cruel, wouldn't it, to point out how terribly drake is managing his emotions. perhaps not as cruel as what he had done to damian, but this is not a competition to see which one of them is capable of making the larger mess.
no.
this is hardly even proving a point, as far as damian is concerned. )
Do you think I came all the way over here for nothing with an ill-socialized dog? You will figure it out.
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action bc damian has no respect for personal space.
not all that long after arriving, which was surprising enough as it was. talking about their feelings is hardly something he and damian are known to practice together, nor is it anything damian would have chosen to converse about had he the option. but he hadn't: drake opened his mouth, went on about the dog that had been damian's somewhere else and then had been left in his care and going on about is laelaps an okay name despite the fact it was not damian's wolfdog to have an opinion about.
and yet here they are -
damian, just outside the door of drake's chosen room, leash in hand with laelaps shoving her nose under it. he doesn't knock, no, that would be too polite - instead, damian raises a booted foot and kicks the toe box against the bottom of the door frame, hard. )
Rude.
It sounds like someone is trying to kick in his door when all Tim had wanted was to keep writing his notes, hunched over a low coffee table and Etraya's public network forum on display. He growls, train of thought successfully derailed.
--someone is trying to kick in his door.
Tim is scowling, opening the door and his mouth
and then he's not.]
Lily?
[A wolfdog. Golden eyes. Small framed. Off white, gray tufts of fur over her shoulder and hips and Tim's frozen with the door open only halfway because he doesn't know what] Where'd you find her? [The words are rough; Tim's mouth hot and dry. His eyes are, shockingly, dry too. Tim turns them to-] Damian? [He doesn't know what to call the boy, so the name is soundless. The fear isn't.
A boy and his dog, on his doorstep. A boy and his dog. A boy and his dog.
Tim swallows around the lump in his throat.]
She recognized you.
[Or else she wouldn't be leashed.]
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the scowl doesn't last very long, something more akin to shock taking over quickly and for a brief moment, damian considers resorting to violence as payback for the last incident that had happened between them. not the one in auriel. the one before that.
his voiceless name earns a scowl mirroring the one he had seen when tim first opened the door, albeit a little less - loud. damian wayne hardly exists, here, for a multitude of reasons. but he doesn't exist under any other name either.
damian drops the leash, because he doesn't feel a need for it anymore. his head tips in towards the wolfdog, gesturing to her. )
Aurora allows us to exchange some kind of participation points for whatever we ask of her. I had a significant amount, of course, and opted to verify your story. ( not exactly but close enough. ) She did recognize me.
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[Because there's a petite girl wolfdog throwing herself at him with none of her usual grace- her rump slams into Tim's knees and he catches himself before he stumbles.
Soon his hands are buried deep into thick fur, and Tim breathes through the onslaught of emotion.
And concern. The fear that'd been tinting his words can now be read in his face and in the way his fingers grab at Laelaps' scruff to, maybe, get some control over this situation.
Oh, Damian-- no... if there's a points system then it's not for them to spend on-- nice clothes or sweets or... pets. Who's to say it's not the currency that'll buy the safety of their worlds--? They were here to prove their worth, after all, and it made sense to tally any achievements. But Damian wanted the dog. Of course he had wanted the dog. Tim blinks away the wetness in his eyes before any spills.
(Damian is a child.)]
What-- so what are you going to do with her? She was okay when you walked her over? She's seen like, 30 people, ever, in her whole life.
[Damian is a child. And Tim can see gloating for what it is: Laelaps is Damian's dog. And god, he's not angry that the twerp claimed her but it's-- a lot.
Fuck.]
I mean, I didn't know what the... what the hell I was doing with her, either. She's so happy to see you again. You'll-- you'll figure it out.
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the reaction from drake says more than enough, he doesn't require words to sort this out. he looks close to tears, which is pathetic in a way damian isn't putting to words because it would be overly cruel, wouldn't it, to point out how terribly drake is managing his emotions. perhaps not as cruel as what he had done to damian, but this is not a competition to see which one of them is capable of making the larger mess.
no.
this is hardly even proving a point, as far as damian is concerned. )
Do you think I came all the way over here for nothing with an ill-socialized dog? You will figure it out.