Damon Dance-For-Me

Just another Bastard (GoT based canon divergent/mostly modern RP Blog. I don't tell my muse what to do - this is his blog. Dark themes. NSFW. No rules, no triggers.)

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He opened the oven and pulled out bacon wrapped steaks, twice baked potatoes, a ceramic dish of broccoli and finally, an apple pie that was unmistakably handmade. Damon loved to cook and he was good at it, but it was a talent he rarely used, preferring to keep that a secret

“It was a chill day. I lost track of time playin’ in the snow with Maude and Tanner, so yanno.. Only thing that woulda made it better is if you were here,” he said with a playful grin, his confidence growing. He slipped a hand into the pocket of his loose fitting jeans and pulled out a zippo, lighting the candles on the table. “Now that ya are home, ain’t nobody allowed to interrupt our night... I really don’t wanna have to get arrested to get your time but I will if that’s what it takes. In the meantime, let me take your mind off of lawyering.” 

@flayersdaughter

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Damon walked to the door and opened it, moving back so she could leave the house first, following a few steps behind so that he had her back on their way to the car. 

“You just addin’ weapons to your collection, or did ya buy these for a reason?” he asked as he opened the car door. 

@iylamarbrand

[damon-dance-for-me]

@youdontownmebolton  - continued from here

Damon hadn’t meant to fall asleep but he also hadn’t expected Domeric to wake up in the middle of the night. Between the anesthetic and the pain medication they had him on, even the doctors had told him not to worry if Dom didn’t fully come to consciousness, so when he heard his name his eyes shot open and he leaned forward. “Hey you,” he said softly, reaching a hand out and placing it over Dom’s. “You’re safe, I promise.... What woke ya up? Somethin’ wrong?”

Although he spoke quietly and appeared calm he was still worried. The doctors could say words like, “stable,” and “survived,” but they meant nothing to him until Domeric was released. Dance stared into his friend’s eyes, searching for information. How aware was he? Was he showing any signs of pain? The more he could glean, the more he would be able to relax. 

A sudden realization came over him and he squeezed Dom’s hand. “Want me to go git ya some ice?”

[horrificmemes]

Send me “Can’t sleep?” to have a tired conversation with my muse in the middle of the night.

[mlm-werewolf]

I see no reason why I can’t be both the love interest and the antagonist

[pasdecoeur]

like that?

[youdontownmebolton]

"Where the fuck is that blood comin' from? Dom? Domeric?!" (damon-damce-for-me)

He got up to try and leave the alley, again, but his feet only stumbled a few steps before his legs gave out from under him. That was when he heard the voice. At that moment, he could have sworn it was the voice of an angel coming to take him away.

It was better, it was Dance. Once more he tried to stand to no avail. His vision was fuzzy at best and he was sure blood was running down his face. When he finally registered what his friend had said, he mumbled what words he could manage, “Everywhere. Beat me. Shot me. Fuckers.”

Domeric was determined not to die, but he knew he would need help fast.

[damon-dance-for-me]

Damon was at his side as he collapsed again, hands working quickly over his body to find the bullet holes. He wasted no time with the blood covered button up, tearing it off to use as a tourniquet on a hole he found in his friend’s thigh. 

“Ya gotta stay awake,” he said as he realized the extent of Domeric’s injuries. He yanked off his own shirt and started tearing it into strips and tying them as tightly as he could around the worst wounds before slipping an arm around his waist and standing, hauling them both up. 

“Tell me who did this,” his voice sounded steady but his tone was a little more demanding than usual. Not only did he need to know the answer, but he needed Dom to stay awake. The adrenaline was pumping through his veins and he readjusted his grip so that he could pick Dom up and carry him instead of trying to make him walk on his own. Fortunately for them both, Dance had brought his car instead of his motorcycle and it wasn’t far away. 

@youdontownmebolton

[youdontownmebolton]

@dance-for-me

Dom tried not to show how much pain he was in as Dance got him up on his feet, then hoisted him up to carry the Bolton. He knew his friend would seek revenge, but he was too woozy from blood loss to stop himself from answering, “Fucking Umbers.”

Every step Dance took made him feel like he might pass out from the pain, but he knew if he was to survive this he had to deal with it and no pass out. Sleep was the enemy at that moment. But it was all Dom wanted.

His vision went dim again and he felt himself drifting off. “Dance… I’m not,” his voice cutting off for a second, “I can’t…”

Then he saw her. He wanted to go to her, to run into her arms, but she shook her head and in his head Dom heard the sweet voice of his mother say, “its not your time yet sweet boy. Go back home.”

[damon-dance-for-me]

Every step felt like he was trying to move through water and time seemed to elongate until he got Domeric inside his car, then things seemed to move. When he heard his name and the words that came softly after, fear gripped his heart - he was already driving as fast as he could as he weaved through the traffic that was on the road. 

“Don’t ya dare tell me ya can’t ‘cause ya have to!” Damon exclaimed. “Yer not gonna let a fucken Umber do ya in, do ya hear me?” he shot a quick glance over at the Bolton, thankful that he was still breathing. 

The tires on his Dodge screeched as he skidded into the emergency room parking lot and again when he braked to stop right in front of the door. Under most circumstances nobody went to the hospital. This sort of thing drew too much attention to the family and they could usually handle what wounds they ended up with. As flayer’s, the Bolton’s knew well how to keep a person alive, but this was too much with too little time.   

“I need a doctor!” he yelled as he shoved his car door open and ran around to the passenger’s side. Domeric was even more pale than he had been when Damon lifted him out of the car and started toward the entrance just as the doctors and nurses came out with a gurney. 

Damon laid him down but he didn’t take his hand away from Dom’s arm until he felt a firm hand on his shoulder. “You can’t go any further,” a nurse said but he had to look at her to comprehend her words. He nodded his understanding and stared back down the hallway until the doors automatically closed and he could see his friend no more. 

@youdontownmebolton

[gaptoothsupremacy-deactivated20]

I think we’re all entitled to a little substance abuse in times of great strife

[ravenresources]

send “you okay?” to find my muse sitting alone on a roof at night.

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Damon checked the time on his phone. Iyla hadn’t been gone as long as it seemed, so he gave it a few more minutes more before he flicked his cigarette away and got closer to the house to listen. He blocked out the background sounds of cars driving by and birds tweeting as he tried to hear anything coming from inside. Nothing - only the sound of his own heart beating loudly in his ears. Normally, he would have just waited like he’d been told but something about this felt off.

He opened the door quietly and shut it behind him just as quietly as he stepped inside. Still there wasn’t a sound, but he smelled the smoke of a cigarette and followed it. “Hey,’ he said softly, making sure not to use her name inside just in case there was a recording system. A little grin crossed his lips when he saw Iyla standing over the man. “I would say I’m sorry I couldn’t wait, but…” he shook his head and his grin widened, “I ain’t…. I gotta admit, the only thing that would make this scene better is if ya were covered in blood.” He scanned the rest of the room and then looked back to her, “Wanna raid the rest of the place, or did ya get what ya came for?”

@iylamarbrand

[iylamarbrand]

She turns to him and laughs slightly. “I would’ve killed him, but I’m feeling nice today. Also I love this outfit and don’t want to ruin it.”

She walks over to a chest of drawers, pulling one out and dumping its contents on the floor with a grin. “You know me. I’m always done to destroy stuff. And we could find more stuff to take.”

@damon-dance-for-me

[damon-dance-for-me]

He grinned back at her and started tearing the house apart with her, looking for anything of value. “This guy is definitely buyin’ dinner,” he said with a laugh, holding up a stack of bills. He found a few weapons - several knives, and two matching six shooters that were in good condition and a crossbow that he’d pulled out of the back of a closet. Target practice was gonna be fun later that evening. 

“You got any other errands, or...?” he looked around himself once more to make sure he wasn’t missing anything before heading back over to her. “This was a pretty good way to kick off the evening. What did this guy do to piss you off anyway?”

@iylamarbrand

[youdontownmebolton]

"Where the fuck is that blood comin' from? Dom? Domeric?!" (damon-damce-for-me)

He got up to try and leave the alley, again, but his feet only stumbled a few steps before his legs gave out from under him. That was when he heard the voice. At that moment, he could have sworn it was the voice of an angel coming to take him away.

It was better, it was Dance. Once more he tried to stand to no avail. His vision was fuzzy at best and he was sure blood was running down his face. When he finally registered what his friend had said, he mumbled what words he could manage, "Everywhere. Beat me. Shot me. Fuckers."

Domeric was determined not to die, but he knew he would need help fast.

[damon-dance-for-me]

Damon was at his side as he collapsed again, hands working quickly over his body to find the bullet holes. He wasted no time with the blood covered button up, tearing it off to use as a tourniquet on a hole he found in his friend’s thigh. 

“Ya gotta stay awake,” he said as he realized the extent of Domeric’s injuries. He yanked off his own shirt and started tearing it into strips and tying them as tightly as he could around the worst wounds before slipping an arm around his waist and standing, hauling them both up. 

“Tell me who did this,” his voice sounded steady but his tone was a little more demanding than usual. Not only did he need to know the answer, but he needed Dom to stay awake. The adrenaline was pumping through his veins and he readjusted his grip so that he could pick Dom up and carry him instead of trying to make him walk on his own. Fortunately for them both, Dance had brought his car instead of his motorcycle and it wasn’t far away. 

@youdontownmebolton

[roleplayaskmemes]

Frienship starter sentences!

“You’re my best friend, you’re supposed to tell me when I’m dating an asshole.”

“Bro-date, just you me and some nachos.”

“As your friend I’m allowed to tell you when you’re being an ass and you’re being an ass.”

“Remember that time we pretended we were dating because that creep wouldn’t leave you alone? Good times.”

“You’re not alone, you’ve got me.”

“Only you would find my offensive jokes funny.”

“I’ll be your wingman!”

“I know what you need, icecream and a bad movie!”

“No wonder people think we’re a couple, we eat pizza naked together.”

“Please don’t tell anyone, I trust you.”

“Don’t push me away, you’re my best friend.”

 “You’ve told me that story twenty times already.”

“You’re such a bitch/jerk, it’s a good job you buy me food.”

“Someone was talking smack about you, long story short I spent a night in a cell.”

“I’m only saying this because we’re friends, you can do so much better.”

“They think we’re together, I think we should play along.”

“No homo, but I love you like I love pizza.”

“I know we’re not kids, but I really think we should have a sleepover.”

“Are you eating my food?”

“Ugh, I can’t stay mad at you.”

“You borrowed this three months ago, can I have it back?”

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Damon checked the time on his phone. Iyla hadn’t been gone as long as it seemed, so he gave it a few more minutes more before he flicked his cigarette away and got closer to the house to listen. He blocked out the background sounds of cars driving by and birds tweeting as he tried to hear anything coming from inside. Nothing - only the sound of his own heart beating loudly in his ears. Normally, he would have just waited like he’d been told but something about this felt off.

He opened the door quietly and shut it behind him just as quietly as he stepped inside. Still there wasn’t a sound, but he smelled the smoke of a cigarette and followed it. “Hey,’ he said softly, making sure not to use her name inside just in case there was a recording system. A little grin crossed his lips when he saw Iyla standing over the man. “I would say I’m sorry I couldn’t wait, but...” he shook his head and his grin widened, “I ain’t.... I gotta admit, the only thing that would make this scene better is if ya were covered in blood.” He scanned the rest of the room and then looked back to her, “Wanna raid the rest of the place, or did ya get what ya came for?”

@iylamarbrand

[damon-dance-for-me]

Christmas Day had been quiet. Damon woke up in the late afternoon and he could feel the emptiness in the apartment as he headed out of his room to the kitchen where he found a note. In typical lawyer fashion, no details were given about who she was meeting with or when she expected to be back. He sighed, grabbed a cup of coffee and looked down at Maude and Tanner. 

“Mom’s gone for the day… How do you two feel ‘bout wrestlin’ in the snow?” It wasn’t unusual for Damon to have whole one sided conversations with the dogs whether anyone was around or not and a smile crossed his lips at their excitement. “Ah yeah, but y'all have to let me drink this coffee and then we’ll go, okay?”  

Several hours passed as he finished waking up, took the dogs out, lost track of time playing in the snow, realized that he hadn’t considered how soaked and filthy they would be, cursed himself for not bringing a towel or two, bathed both dogs, took a shower and finally looked at the clock. He still wasn’t concerned - there were too many legitimate things that could be keeping Morgan…When it came to the Boltons, he had strong feelings about each of them, even if he denied those feelings or made excuses for why he could never seem to have the relationships he wanted

Aside from her absence, he was having a good day. He sat out two glasses as he mixed himself a whiskey and eggnog and started dinner. Something about the day had given him a bit of courage; he set the table with candles and flowers that he’d picked on his way back from playing with the dogs, lit the fireplace and turned down the lights. 

Time went on without any word, and he set the oven to warm before taking his glass to the couch. He thought about sending a text, just to check in, but knew that she would get a hold of him if she really required him. Instead, he laid back and put his phone on his chest just in case he drifted off…

And he did - drift off that is. He was so comfortable with the sounds Morgan made that when she opened the door it only mildly registered in his brain. He was relieved that she was finally home, but not quite aware enough to remember that he’d set up a romantic dinner and open his eyes right away.  

@flayersdaughter

[flayersdaughter]

Morgan was slightly tired and disappointed in what her day had been. Of course even though it was the holidays, the family buisness didn’t take any breaks which meant she couldn’t have much of a break trying to keep her father’s men out of jail, if and when they got caught. She had toyed with the idea of shooting Damon a text letting him know about when she planned to get home, but figured that since he was the first person on her speed dial if she really needed him she could contact him instantly.  She let out a sigh as she reached home and opened the door. She greeted the two dogs that were waiting by the door noticing that they had a bath that day. She looked around the apartment as she noticed that the lights were on their lowest setting, what was Damon up to, she wondered. “Damon, I’m home.”

@damon-dance-for-me

[damon-dance-for-me]

A small grin appeared on his lips at the sound of her voice and he sat up, stretching his arms above his head. “I’m so fuckin’ glad you’re finally home,” he said and immediately remembered dinner. His face held even as his nerves skyrocketed. “Everybody okay?” he asked, not wanting to push for details but certain that the only thing that could possibly keep her away on Christmas was some sort of family trouble. 

What if she doesn’t....like me...? What if she can’t...? You kinda lived in their kennel for awhile. And now you just hang around.. For fuck’s sake, who do you think you even are? 

Even as his mind raced, Damon couldn’t stop himself from looking her up and down quickly. He picked his glass up off the coffee table and stood, making his way over to the fridge to grab the eggnog. He needed that drink - or several - to get his courage back. 

@flayersdaughter (so it’s still x-mas here, and I couldn’t resist.)

[damon-dance-for-me]

A very long overdue starter for @iylamarbrand 

Damon leaned against the hood of Iyla’s car, smoking a cigarette as he waited for her to come out of the house she’d gone into. She hadn’t explained anything about where they were going or why, just that she needed him to drive. He didn’t ask because he’d done this for her before many times since high school. As he waited, his mind drifted back to childhood. He could remember the way it had felt and sounded the first time he’d ever snapped anybody’s wrist, and he smiled at the memory.

~~~

Iyla had come up with a plan to teach the class bully a lesson, and Damon had been in immediately. “Pull her hair again and I’ll knock yer fucken teeth in,” Damon growled, stepping out from behind the slide on the elementary school playground where he’d been waiting. Some kids gasped and scattered at his words while others continued to stare on, but the bully didn’t say a word and yanked Iyla’s hair again. “Yer really ‘bout ta wish ya hadn’t done that,” Damon said as he grabbed the bully’s wrist and twisted. Between he and Iyla, the bully learned a lesson that day.

~~~

He took a long drag off his cigarette. What in the world was taking her so long? If she had needed his help, she would have asked. Either this was the longest drug deal in the world or... perhaps it was a personal vendetta? Although he couldn’t be sure what was up, he started to get antsy as the minutes passed.

[karrakazz]

i am surrounded on all sides by people who say words to me and well ive had it

[damon-dance-for-me]

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