monstrous.

Don't touch me. I'm fragile. I'm bitter in my heart.

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chasestxin:

“dude, no!” chase insisted, realizing a little late how desperate he must sound. “i mean, you don’t have to,” he added lamely. “d’you- s’there some reason you gotta eat in secret?” he frowned. was he being weird enough that donovan felt the need to make an excuse and leave? god, he was so out of practice at the whole having friends thing. chase sighed. maybe donovan would be susceptible to his pouty face? that always worked on - well, pretty much nobody, actually, but a boy could hope.

“Well I... I can’t exactly do it in public.” He explained, he wondered why Chase didn’t want him to leave. “It scares people.” He said the last part a little quietly. He could hear the whine in the other’s tone, he sounded desperate. Like he didn’t want to be left alone. A feeling that was familiar to Donnie. He shifted in his stance. “Besides, I doubt you would be alright with my diet. No one is.” He told him. It was always difficult to explain to people that he needed blood to survive and he didn’t want to scare Chase off, so Donovan was speaking softly and slowly. His words careful.

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chasestxin:

 “s’not that bad, dude,” chase assured. “how’d you do that by accident, though? you, like…” he frowned. “everything alright? you’re bein’ twitchy.” they may not have been talking for long, but chase could notice something different about donnie’s behavior. or at least, he thought so.

He was being twitchy? He was concentrated for a while on the sound of Chase’s heartbeat, so much so that it took biting his lip to pull him out of it. Donnie shook his head and Chase a small smile. “I’m fine, don’t worry about it. My canine teeth are a little sharp.” He explained, his fangs were always pretty obvious in his mouth but to those how didn’t really know him, they probably didn’t pay close enough attention to see it. “I’m a little hungry, I get kind of... antsy when I haven’t eaten in a bit.” He said. “I should probably go.”

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bubblegumandfirecrackers:

A couple of days ago. That was too long and she knew that speaking up against that would only land them into the same situation they were in when he left. He wants to be doing everything on his own and Donnie , even though she wanted to be friends with him, was no longer her boyfriend which probably meant her opinion on the matter shouldn’t even exist.She hoped that in the near future they’d be friends. She didn’t care if it came with arguments on self sufficiency. At least, she’d keep an eye on him. “Yeah–I figured they wouldn’t be back. Gotta break that to Warren who thinks Howie is going to make a return someday. I–I miss them so much.” Maybe it would have been too much to tell Donovan she missed him too and so she left that part out. His words felt harsh but she understood them. This is why they had their falling out. She needed to respect his wishes. Especially now. “Listen…” She started and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “If that’s what you want then fine. I’m not going to push anything on you. You’re right, you’re a survivor, Donnie. I’m really glad you’re here and okay. The offer will forever stand though. If you ever feel the need to ask for help, it’s okay. I understand that you don’t right now or maybe never will.’ 

The silence wasn’t completely awkward. She had leaned back onto her couch, just wanting to provide Donovan with some sort of comfort. When he spoke again, her expression softened.He had been keeping track of the days. They had plans. They would have celebrated probably. Despite being happy with Harry and knowing he was the one for her, she couldn’t help but feel sad about it all. It had all ended so abruptly with no time for closure . They were like two matches that had burned together and so passionately only for them to be extinguished just as fast.  They worked well but she knew that they wouldn’t long term. Donnie was a survivor. He needed to be out there, free without her holding him back. Seeing him now, she felt closer to accepting it as her closure. She still wanted to be protective but it was different. “ I did! I graduated a few weeks ago. It’s been a whirlwind since then. I umm…I lost a god friend and I’ve been…well, that’s been very difficult to deal with. A lot has happened since you left, Donnie. A lot of…bad things? It’s been crazy. But I guess it wouldn’t be Star City if it wasn’t, right?” The sadness laced her tone and she took a deep breath. “Do you have a place to stay? I’m not trying to push it on you but if you need to, you can stay here. Until you get yourself settled.” 

Jubilee’s voice was so familiar to him, her scent, her movements... He didn’t open up to a lot of people back then, Donnie was afraid of most people. Even Jubilee’s power- it was so loud to him but he had gotten used to that as well. He was willing to adapt in anyway he could to fit her life. He didn’t have much of one anyway. Jubilee had welcomed him with open arms, she let him into her life and helped him and because of her, he was happy. But just as quickly as it happened, it was taken away. He didn’t mean to run away from everything but when he felt himself starting to turn again, he felt he had no choice and because he was a monster, his life with Jubilee had ended. “I miss them too...” He said with a deep sigh. He felt far too alone without his brothers, but he knew better then to think they would return. People died on the streets all the time and it was just as likely that they were stolen by scientists again. Donnie hated labs and science with a burning passion. 

Starving himself wasn’t a great idea. He stopped drinking blood because of what it reminded him of, and it was making him weak and thinner. He was sleeping for longer hours and not wanting to do much- but he didn’t want to go to Jubilee for help. He didn’t want to force that on her. He’d rather do it on his own but he sort of felt that he was killing himself not trying. “Oh,” He frowned. “I’m so sorry about your friend, Jubs.” He told her. She asked him if he had a place to stay and he shook his head in response. He didn’t mind living on the streets, really anyway. It was fine. “With you?” He squinted and furrowed his brows. “No, I don’t want to be a burden to you, Jubilee. You don’t need to lend your shelter to me.” 

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batgirlsb:

      it wasn’t the first time someone told her to keep an eye out. most people knew she was able to keep herself from getting hurt too bad, she did not look it so surly she understood why he told her to go home. stephenie brown was not someone who got scared easily so it would have to be more then just a warning thrown out for her to leave. “ ––––– yeah, so i have been told but i think ii’i be fine” 

He cocked his head, wondering why someone as small as her- from what he could tell with his echolocation- would want to be out here. Maybe she was a thief. He had to steal sometimes to survive. But she didn’t smell like she lived on the streets. She certainly didn’t smell like the cheap soap that Donnie used in the public restrooms. “-Okay.” He said after a second. “You- Are you like... one of those vigilantes? Or just a civilian? I don’t want to leave you alone out here if you cant fight by yourself.”

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kristencoded:

Now that she’d recovered from the shock of seeing Donovan again, Isabella felt herself fall back into the role of mother again. She relaxed her posture automatically, even though he couldn’t see her, and watched him smell the air. When was the last time he’d been inside a house? Where on earth had he been? She had the ridiculous urge to pull him into a hug, and tell him that she was sorry, though she wasn’t sure what she was sorry for. There was nothing to apologise for, was there?

But she felt oddly embarrassed, somehow. Maybe it was because he was so quiet, and still. Maybe it was because this was where she’d run off to, when she’d abandoned Donovan and 5 and Howard, all those months ago. Gosh, she hadn’t thought about any of them. She’d moved in with Edward, and let her short, brief, time as a mother fade away. Of course, she was still Jubilee’s mother figure. But what about her boys? The other Indian Hill survivors?

“Okay, Donnie,” she said, gently, she reached out and brushed his arm very lightly with her fingertips, not even thinking about it, before she headed into the kitchen and pulled out a chair for him, deliberately scraping it against the floor. She knew he had echolocation, but she wanted to make sure he felt as comfortable and aware of his surroundings as possible.

The kitchen was a mess, and she was pleased he couldn’t see it. She turned away from him, and switched on the kettle. “How have you been?” she asked, rambling thoughtlessly to fill the silence. “I’ve got so much to tell you! I switched jobs. I work for the police department now. I’m a file clerk. It pays more than the library, and I enjoy it a lot more. And, of course, I’ve moved in with Eddie. He’s wonderful. You’d like him.”

She pulled two mugs down from one of the cupboards, and placed them on the kitchen counter, before turning to him and falling silent, realising that she was going on and on about herself, when he’d come to see her. Gosh, she sounded like an idiot. “I’m sorry. I’m talking too much. It’s just so good to see you, Donovan.” She smiled warmly.

He followed her into the kitchen, his hand lightly tracing over furniture to clarify to himself that they were there. He could hear it all with his echolocation and could identify where all the big objects were easily. Donnie walked to where she pulled out a chair. She had made it very obvious where it was he should sit, so he moved over to the chair. Felt the top part of it and sat down. Listening to her talk. It was nice to sit. He felt exhausted and the rain outside had soaked through his clothes, making him dripping wet and a little cold. He slipped of his jacket once he was in the chair and wrapped his wings around himself to try and warm up a little. 

She asked him a question but then started rambling a lot. Talking about her new life to him. It was good that she liked it so much, and he was happy for her. She had found what she wanted, and he suddenly wondered if maybe he shouldn’t have come to his mother figure when she was clearly happier without her strange little family. She spoke about her new boyfriend. The friend who had been hurt or sick, he remembered, his name was Edward- she was calling him Eddie now.  

“It’s okay, I like listening you talk. You have a lovely voice... besides, I don’t have a lot of happy things to talk about, so I’d rather just listen to you.” He told her, “You’ve given Edward a nickname now. Is it serious?” He asked her, not moving his head to face where her voice was coming from. He was just facing forwards at nothing. His wings still curled up around him, the way you might see a bat do it when they’re hanging upside down. 

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Rosemary Atkinson and Donnie Night

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🍸 and ☕️ CUZ IM A GREEDY BITCH

Done + Done

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Check out this playlist on @8tracks: Rosemary / Donnie by starryblue.

Stitching up boys is different that way You fix a bird, you buy a cage You fix a man You fix a man, and he flies away

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🍸 for chase !

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rosemarysteel:

Rosemary chuckled a little, shaking her head. “I’ll stay right here.” She promised, moving her hair over one shoulder before taking his hands again. “Same thing as before. I’ll guide you, you just keep squeezing and twisting.” She licking her lips, moving his hands towards the next section of the cake, where the icing would be placed next. “Okay… start squeezing Donnie.”

“Yes, ‘mam.” He joked softly. Donnie felt a sense of warmth with her pressed so close and he couldn’t deny that it was bringing some heat to his cheeks and increasing his heartbeat. It was nice of her to teach him this. As unnecessary as it was for his survival it was a lovely escape from the cold reality of his life. He really did enjoy Rosemary and her company. He wondered if she would want to spend some more time together after this. He was lost in his thoughts until he remembered he was supposed to be squeezing and twisting. “Oh, right.” He said before paying more attention to his hands. “Sorry.” 

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rosemarysteel:

“Yeah, just like that.” Rosemary prompted as he squeezed, guiding his hands into a twisting motion, before pulling his hands up. “And release.” She coached, grinning at him over her shoulder. “You’re already doing so good.” She told him, smiling as she continued to guide his hands, doing a few more practice ones on the cutting board before moving the bag closer to the cake. “Okay, time for the big leagues. We’re gonna frost the rest of this cake.” She licked her lips, removing one hand to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. “Ready?”

He smiled a little, he still felt a little anxious about it but she calmed his nerves by telling him that he was doing a good job. Donovan mimicked the same action over and over. He supposed it wasn’t too hard and she was the one controlling where he placed them, so it wasn’t like he had to worry about that. Then she moved him over to the actual cake. “...Yeah, I think I’m fine. Just- you’re not going to take your hands away and make me do it alone, right? Because I have the action down but the placing?” He chuckled. “I just don’t want to wreck your hard work. It’s probably so pretty.”

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rosemarysteel:

Rosemary shook her head. “Nonsense, I’ll show you exactly what to do.” Rosemary promised. She placed the piping bag in his hands, stepping closer to him. “Okay, it’s really easy okay? I’ll guide your hands to where you need to go and how much to pipe, and we’ll practice a little first.” She ducked under his arms, standing in front of him, and she placed her hands over his. She guided his hands towards the cutting board, smiling a little. “Okay, it’s really easy. You just squeeze and twist. Not hard at all.” She promised, looking up at him over her shoulder. “Ready?”

“-Oh! Hi there,” He said when he felt her duck under his arms and appear in front of him. She held her hands over his and starter guiding him. He let her take his hands wherever. Trusting her to know what he do. “Yeah, okay... I’m ready. Squeeze and twist?” He repeated. Listening to what she was saying to him. He never got to help in the kitchen with Jubilee but that was mostly out of him telling her that he didn’t really want to. So this would be an interesting experience to say the least. He squeezed it gently, feeling the frosting move inside of the bag. 

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rosemarysteel:

Rosemary shook her head. “It was a long time ago.” And it was. Nineteen years since her father died, and then nine since her mother was killed. But that was okay, Rosemary had a new family now.One that was loving and understood her and didn’t call her a freak because of her powers. She cleared her throat. It had gotten too sad. “Come here.”Rosemary decided after a moment, walking back to the cake and picking up the piping bag. “You’re gonna help me frost this cake.”

“What?” He listened to her walk away and placed his hands on his chest. “Me?” Donnie felt dumbfounded. “Oh, no. You don’t want me to do it, I’ve never baked in my life. I’ll wreck it and you’ll have to do it all over again.” He told her, following her and standing beside her. Decorating wasn’t really something Don felt he could do and he nearly paled at the thought of trying to do something nice and pretty with frosting. 

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rosemarysteel:

Rosemary hadn’t meant to bring up such a touchy subject, and immediately regretted her curiosity as she watched his face fall. “I’m so sorry.” She told him quietly. “That sounds terrible.” Rosemary leaned against the counter, folding her arms over her chest. She shrugged at his question. “I think so. They kicked in when I was eight years old, after my dad died.” She told him. “I remember my mom and I were fighting, and I went up to my room and slammed the door. It fell off its hinges.” She smiled weakly, though it was a very sad smile. One she was thankful he couldn’t see.

Donovan tried to forget the months of torture, and fought the urge to continue talking about it. Describing just how terrible it truly had been. He didn’t mean to upset Rosemary but she sounded sad as she answered. Talking about her father’s death. “Oh... I’m so sorry for your loss. I’ve lost my family too, so I understand.” He told her. He felt bad for her, despite himself having went through hell and back- he wasn’t that concerned with his own life and her being sympathetic to him. He was more so concerned with her feelings, it was too painful to think of himself anyway.

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rosemarysteel:

“Your wings are ticklish?” Rosemary asked with a small chuckle, though she applied a little more pressure to her touch. “I just don’t want to hurt them on accident. I have super strength, remember?” She pointed out, pressing her palm to the wings and stroking over them with a small grin. Realizing she had been petting them for maybe a bit too long, her face flushed and she pulled her hand back. “So… I have to ask.” Rosemary began. “How exactly did this happen? How did you get the wings?”

His face was still red with blush as she stroked his wing. “Oh- uhm...” It was a touchy subject. He pulled his wing back so it was folded after she pulled away for good. His smile fell off his face and he tried to think of how to say it. “The same way I lost my sight, and got my fangs and my pointed ears. I was being experimented on for a very long time. I have more life experience inside a lab then I do outside of one.” He told her sadly. “Were you born with your super strength?” He asked, awkwardly trying to move the subject along.