Darien Grace

"There's a light in the crack that's separating your thighs" ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Darien Grace. 18. I'm addicted to forgetting, alcohol and being unpredictable. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ "And if you wanna go to heaven you should fuck ⠀me tonight"

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Drinking- Fletcher x Darien

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Fletcher laughs, but his eyes are creased into a frown. “Please don’t mention that. That time, I actually was drunk.” He chuckles. “Just don’t remind me of that. I don’t regret it but… Well, stuff happens and feelings change, I’ll put it that way.” He grins and shrugs nonchalantly. When she mentions incest, he groans, horrified. “No, no, don’t say that. That’s not cool, and porn is not realistic, and I’m technically not even related to you. You know, we should just drop this conversation. Can we do that?” He asks hopefully, scrunching up his nose at the topic.

He watches her try to form a sentence in her mind and on her lips, and lets out a small shh. He can see her struggling to decide what to say, and he understands. “You don’t have to say it, Dee. I know you’re thankful. I know what you’ve been through, for the most part. You don’t have to say it back. I don’t expect that.” He smiles softly and takes her hand to comfort her.

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The blonde’s lips creep upwards into a wicked smirk, unable to help but laugh at the mans expression. It was only then did she realize how close they were, that she could actually feel a warmth radiating from his body and feel his arms wrapped around her. Darien’s face fell, and her own heart began to beat too fast for her to sit still with. This wasn’t like the morning after with a random person she wouldn’t remember the name of after she left and this wasn’t like the stories people wrote about where a boy and a girl struggle to find love...then at the end finding each other (Because let’s face it, Darien is no fairytale) This was raw, this was real, and fuck did she suddenly feel scared.  Darien had let him in too far, hadn’t she? The girl quickly nodded in response, not wanting to verbally attempt to phrase any sentences knowing that everything she said in this state would come out wrong. Then he takes her hand, and it’s as if his fingertips had been coated in acid. Her eyes begin to burn again, everything that had happened flashing in front of her in fastmotion. Her expression was slipping back into one of panic, but she didn’t move; she was stone in place. The blonde’s temples pulsed, her stomach knotting and a sudden feeling of nausea crawled up her throat. Delicately, she took her hand back- hoping he couldn’t see it trembling. “I think I’m going to be sick.” 

[darienxgrace]

Drinking- Fletcher x Darien

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Fletch shakes his head calmly. “I’m not saying stupid shit. I really mean what I say. You’re my best friend, and I would do absolutely anything for you. That’s love.” He shrugs nonchalantly. He eyes off the bottle in her lap, suspicious of what she would do with it. “Oh.” Something clicks in Fletcher’s brain. “Oh, you think I’m drunk.” He laughs, a little awkwardly. “I had one drink, Dee. You know me better than that.” He smiles. “Nah, you just mean the world to me. After everything we’ve put each other through, I feel some sort of big brotherly need to protect you. I think you deserve that.”

Darien took deep breaths, nodding her head and forcing a stifle of a laugh. “Right- just haven’t heard it in a long time I guess.” She muttered, wiping at her eyes and pushing her hair back behind her ears. The girl couldn’t help but smile continue to rub at her cheeks as she nodded her head along to what he was saying before scrunching up her face. “Please don’t resort anything we do together or for each other to family...I have fucked you..and I am most certainly not into incest.” The blonde muttered with a slight smile, trying to lighten the mood and her own spirits with some of her usual humor. “I mean..step-brotherly is okay- they do that in porn right?” She lifted her eyes to him, raising a slight brow as she continued to wipe at her face- as if the wake and memory of the tears was burning more than the salty drops themselves. The blonde still didn’t know how to react to the situation- her emotions were all over and the alcohol wasn’t too warm in her bloodstream just yet. She was overwhelmed, by the situation and by the term. Love. It was foreign to her- when it came to people that is. She loved alcohol, she loved sex but...a person? She thought she loved her parents...and that was about as far as love went for her. The blonde wasn’t sure what to do- did she say it back? Hold her tongue? Take as he said it- a more brotherly love? Panic threatened to break the surface again but Darien didn’t let it, swallowing the lump in her throat and looking up at him once more. “Thank you, Fletch- No ones ever..” said they loved me. “...done something like that for me..I mean...yeah, thank you.” Nice save.

[darienxgrace]

Drinking- Fletcher x Darien

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Fletcher smiles softly at her, his eyes shining hopefully. “ None of that means you are dumb. It just shows that you’ve had a rough life and that you’ve had to make some hard choices. It shows that you are strong and independent.” He looks into her eyes, hoping he seems gentle yet strong. “Things will turn around for you, I promise. You’ll find another, better job. You’ll get some solid income and find a place to stay. In the meantime you can stay with me.” He pauses then adds a little hesitantly, “And as for why I care about you… I love you, Dee. You’re my best friend. You’re a fantastic woman, with a loving heart and a strong mind. You’re too good to let go. You’re too good for me to just let you suffer like this. I’m going to help you, and there’s nothing you can do about that.” He smiles at her and a small chuckle falls from his lips, his eyes a little watery.

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And everything froze. Wait..what? The blonde went still, her breathing halting and everything halting. Love? What the fuck did he mean love? The young girl hesitantly drew her eyes upwards, her eyebrows coming together as a look of pure confusion crossed over her face. Clearly the alcohol had gone straight to his head, and she shook hers slowly in disbelief.”No..No don’t say stupid shit like that.” She spoke defensively. “Don’t kid around about that stuff, Fletch- I..You don’t need to..It’s okay..” The blonde’s heart began to rapidly beat, knocking heavily against her ribs as her mind began to race. Did he mean it in that way? What way was he saying it? Was he drunk? Did she love him too? Get it together Ren. Darien’s head began to throb, and she leaned over him to grab the bottle of liquor that had remained on the table and brought it to herself. The blonde paused in her actions, holding the bottle in her lap and instead of drinking it, as intended, she just stared down at it. Her eyes glowed with tears again and she laughed softly, shaking her head. “This must be really strong shit, huh?” Darien whispered, her throat tightening as she gripped tightly onto the bottle and looked up. For some reason..what Fletcher was saying made her want to put the bottle down and fix her life..but at the same time, it made her paranoid. What if he didn’t mean it the way she thought he meant it? Did she want it to mean it...like that? The young girl had no idea, and she had no idea how to react..So for the moment being; Darien held her tongue. 

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Clayton nodded and stepped forward. “Okay… I’m going to touch your shoulder now, okay? It’s just me, remember that…” Hesitantly, the boy placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, guiding her to sit down where she was and hang her feet off the sidewalk.

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Darien took a deep breath before nodding her head gently, before allowing him to guide her towards the the sidewalk. It was cold, and the sheet wasn’t enough to keep the rest of her body warm, a violent shiver trembling through her as she curled up in the weight of his jacket. She rocked her head forward and rested her forehead on her knee’s- attempting not to let out another sob. She had cried enough, she didn’t want to do it anymore. 

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He nodded, though he couldn’t help the pang that stuck his heart at her words. “Do— Do you want me to take you to my house? I…I’ll shut up— I just need that answer.” He said softly, afraid to set her off.

Seeing her like this was killing him, and the fact that she wouldn’t let him help was worse.

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Tears were already surfacing again, her body still freshly aching, her heart pounding in her chest making her ribs rattle. “I..” she paused, feeling her legs begin to wobble. “I just..” She was sore, sore all over- and her head was pounding so answering questions was the last thing she wanted to do. Wearily, the young blonde moved to look around for somewhere to sit, but had no luck as she basically swayed like a wind blown weed. “I just need...need to sit.”

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Drinking- Fletcher x Darien

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Fletcher had recognised the panic attack building in the poor girl, but it seemed it had finally come to a head. He continues to cuddle her protectively to let her know that he’s there, running his hands up and down her back soothingly. “Breathe Dee, just breathe.” He breathes in for three, holds for three and exhales for three, modelling how she should breathe. “It’s difficult, I know. It’s the hardest thing in the world. Just breathe and stop trying to wrangle your thoughts.” He presses a kiss to her forehead. “You’re not dumb, you don’t have to pretend to be, and I still don’t think you were asking for it.” He sighs and cuddles in impossibly closer. “Trust me.” He pauses, adding, “And you know you can stay here whenever you like. Mi casa su casa. Please don’t feel like you are a burden to me, or to Clayton. We both keep you around because we care.” He smiles softly at her.

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Darien felt that what was left of herself had drained out in the form of tears which now soaked just about every fabric that was within a ruler radius of herself. Her breathing hurt her lungs, the sharpness impaling the frail organs as they desperately just tried to do their job. She felt pathetic, but she couldn’t control herself..nor bring herself to understand or even question anything that was going on. She moved closer to him, fearful of any distance, not really caring that she was practically in his lap. With Fletcher, she was safe, she was okay. His voice was soothing, and it helped bring the panic attack to some kind of end- though the paranoia and anxiety rushed through her at rapid speeds. “Fletcher..how can you say I am not dumb?” She suddenly questioned, drawing her eyes down to her hands which now fisted at the fabric of his shirt, tangling the fabric between the tear infested digits. “I dropped out of highschool, I’m basically a prostitute with a shit ton of problems I can barely handle..” She frowned. “I’m someone who doesn’t even have an actual place to live, who quit her job, is addicted to so many things and is hated and shunned by her parents. How can you say I’m not dumb when all evidence proves I am?” She looked up, blotchy red cheeks and glazed, puffy eyes desperately looking at the older mans..searching for some kind of security. Part of Darien felt guilty for depending so heavily on Fletcher right now...but then again, everything she had was stripped from her and here she was, a hollowed shell that needed reassurance. “I appreciate it..I do but..You know I’m going to always feel like shit for it. I don’t even have anything to give you. The guy took my bag and I really don’t want to..don’t want to go back to my parents- Fletcher I have nothing left.” Darien shook her head and tried to keep herself collected, shoving the panic and anxiety down down down. “How can you care about me? I don’t- I can’t.. “ She shook her head, moving away from him and out of his grip, her insecurities becoming too much. “How do I know you’re not just saying that to make me feel better?” 

[darienxgrace]

Drinking- Fletcher x Darien

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Fletcher shakes his head furiously, his expression becoming more and more pained the more she talks. She had been through so much and that sick fuck, whoever he was, had twisted her mind to make her believe it was her fault. “No, no Dee. It’s not your fault.” He looks into her eyes. “Listen to me. It’s not your fault. Who gives a shit what you were wearing?! He was the one who slipped something into your drink. He was the one who took you home when he knew you couldn’t fight back. He was the one who forced himself on you. He knew you didn’t want it. It’s all his fault. Please, don’t blame yourself.” He pulls Darien closer - almost into his lap but not quite - so that he can hug her better. He wants to engulf her so that nothing else can reach her.

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Darien began to choke on each breath that slipped past her lips, her lungs not knowing when to release air and when to take it in. Her face paled a bit, tears welling in her eyes as she suffocated from the overwhelming emotions that began festering inside of her. Her nerves were on fire, her blood pulsing furiously through throbbing conduits and ears drumming so loudly she almost couldn’t hear what the man was saying. “But I lead him on.” She continued, helplessly unconvinced. “He told me that I made him do it...” Darien was speaking as if she was in some kind of drug-induced trance. Her voice was wary, but maybe that was from the panic attack she was currently having. Her temples pounded and her skull ached from the sensation of pain that spread from her thoughts to the rest of her body. “Everyone told me it would happen eventually and I didn’t listen- I kept doing it...I just needed somewhere to stay and I didn’t want to bother you..you or..or Clayton anymore and..and Carter has been missing for..for months and..and I- My parents would-god they would kill me if they found out...” Darien was freaking out, spiraling out of control as she reached up to knot her fingers in her hair, tugging furiously at the roots as she rested her forehead on Fletcher’s shoulder. The young girl was trying desperately to hold onto air... or even a coherent thought. “My mother told me pretty girls always have to play dumb- I don’t-” She began to sob again, her body trembling with the sobs. “I don’t even have to- have to play dumb. I am- I am dumb... I’m a fucking idiot, Fletcher- S-stop trying to tell me otherwise..”

[darienxgrace]

Drinking- Fletcher x Darien

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Fletch wraps his arms around Dee, his arms strong and protective. He couldn’t imagine what she had been through, but he felt a fierce need to protect her from everything. He often forgot how young and small she was; since the time he had met her she had always been so brave and outgoing. He holds her a little more tightly, dropping his head onto her shoulder and whispering in her ear. Some of his tears fall onto her shirt and he wipes them away. “You didn’t deserve it Dee… You may have fucked up but you never deserved that…” He raises his head and brings his fingertips to her chin, gently pushing up so that they can meet eyes. He speaks more strongly now, knowing wholeheartedly what he said was the truth. “You weren’t asking for it. Don’t you dare blame yourself. This is his fault. This is only on him.”

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The blonde didn’t know what had washed over her, hell she didn’t even know it was possible for her to cry anymore; how many tears did she even have left in her? Darien slumped deeper into his hold, moving her hands to clutch to the fabric of his shirt as if she was terrified he would try and leave her on her own. She knew that he never would but her subconscious was nagging her and she couldn’t help but fear the worst. She tried to turn her eyes away from his after he forced her gaze to his own, but she became absorbed in the glazed metallic green bulbs that were glowing with concern and empathy. Darien couldn’t look away. Her lip trembled again as her tongue tried to form a response but nothing came out, she just shook her head softly as he spoke, nearly laughing in disbelief. “I left my..I left my drink with him- I didn’t even question it. I didn’t doubt it, I went with him to his house willingly and..I lead him on- I gave him the wrong idea.. How could it not be my fault? If I had never gone..worn that stupid dress...”

[darienxgrace]

Drinking- Fletcher x Darien

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Fletcher sinks back into his seat, shocked by her explosion. “No…” He says quietly, then louder, “No. He- He didn’t!” He swallows, the tears falling from his eyes in earnest now. “Who is he?” The anger builds, and he swipes away the tears again. “That fucking cunt. I’ll kill him. Nobody fucks with you and gets away with it, Dee. Women should be respected! Fuck that asshole!” He growls the words out angrily, before taking a deep breath to calm himself down. He takes a few moments to just breathe, knowing that if he gets any angrier he will only scare Darien. Finally, he looks back up and into her eyes. Fresh tears well in his eyes and he scoots closer to her, leaning forward and holding his arms out, before he moves back slightly. “Oh, can I?” He asks softly, more concerned for her now than before. He bites his lip as he looks into her sad eyes, feeling overcome by the despair he felt. He couldn’t imagine how she would be feeling, and wanted nothing more than to make the hurt disappear from her eyes.

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The girl flinched at the raising of his voice, moving to sit back on the couch as her legs began to grow to shaky to hold her weight up. She had never seen Fletcher so...so angry before. She was terrified and the sobs only continued before she felt the cushion beside her sink with his weight. When he opened his arms, asking warily for permission, she didn’t respond. The smaller girl instead just leaned into him, wanting the comfort of someone protecting her from the vicious visions that were playing in her head. She folded her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, allowing his arms to wrap around her so she was just curled up in all ways possible. Darien rested her forehead on her knees and continued to cry, not knowing what else to do with herself at this point. “I don’t know... I can’t remember.. He never told me..” Darien cried, the noises leaving her unevenly and making her thinning frame tremble. “I’m sorry I- I feel so..I’m humiliated Fletcher..” She shook her head, looking up over her shoulder at him. “My parents were right, weren’t they? I deserved this, I was asking for it wasn’t I?” 

[darienxgrace]

Drinking- Fletcher x Darien

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Fletch stands up quickly, the anger and frustration forcing him to move, to not sit still. He picks up his drink and takes a big gulp. He puts it back down and begins pacing around the table, taking quick yet deep drags from his cigarette. He stops, shuts his eyes and rubs them with his fists. When he opens his eyes, there are tears there too. “Don’t you lie to me, Darien Grace. Don’t you fucking lie.” He wipes at his eyes angrily. “Something has obviously happened. Seeing you like this is unbearable. Let me help you.” He sits back down in his seat, gnashing his teeth together. He stubs the rest of the cigarette out in the ashtray on the coffee table. He looks up at her sharply, as if hit by an idea. “Was it your father? Did that piece of shit hurt you? I swear I will kill the bastard.”

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Darien flinched, her head beginning to furiously pound as his voice raised. Flashbacks continued in response, the loud voice and rushed, angered movements triggering something in her that resulted in what sounded like a childish cry. She moves her fists from her eyes, sitting up and pushing the comforter off. “Fine, you want to know what’s wrong? You want to know what fucking happened Fletcher?” Rhetorical. She was exploding- this is how it worked with them. They pushed each other to an edge, no matter what kind of edge it was until they both caved in on each other. The blonde stood up and threw her arms out. “It wasn’t my dad. I would have rather my dad beat the shit out of me than what happened.” She held it together as she laughed sarcastically at her comment, pacing the floor for a moment, trying to avoid his eyes for as long as she could before stopping, looking towards him finally. “I got...I got drugged at a bar, some fucking- some piece of shit spiked my drink. He was being all...all nice and-” Thinking about him made her choke. “then he-” She was trying to talk as if it was easy but her voice began to tremble. Her lips wobbled and the tears gushed from the ducts of her eyes and spilled onto blotchy cheeks. “and...and then he-he brought me to his house and...” She couldn’t finish the story, shaking her head as she reached up to cover her mouth, muting her sobs with her palm as she bowed her head forward, unable to finish the story- let alone a continuous thought. She took a moment to try and say it, to try and vocally announce to the first person she had been raped- but the words didn’t come out and instead the young girl just sobbed into her palm, her mind filled with vivid memories as she nearly forgot Fletcher’s presence. 

[darienxgrace]

Drinking- Fletcher x Darien

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Fletcher looks back down and shakes his head sadly. He knows something is up. He looks back up, and continues to search her face. He confirms her thoughts. “I can see right through your act, Dee. I know something is very, very wrong. You don’t have to be strong for me. Please, let me in for once.” His words are quiet yet strong, and the desperation in his own voice scares him a little. He cares so much for the younger girl, and it makes him sick to the stomach thinking about what could have possibly happened to her. Had her father done something? He hated that man - the thought made him angry. “Tell me, Dee.” He rolls a cigarette, but his fingers shake with rage and sadness. He lights it and breathes in, letting the smoke fill his lungs and calm him down.

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Darien’s eyes began to burn, memories returning to the back of her eyelids in vivid flashbacks, making her frantically chug the rest of her drink before quickly placing it on the table. The loud sound of glass on wood was the only thing that lingered in the air after he vocalized his concern. “There’s no act. Theres nothing wrong. I don’t have to be strong because nothing. is. wrong.” Her voice broke with each word, a groan of protest leaving her as she pressed the heels of her hands into her eye-sockets. Darien’s breathing grew staggered and complicated as she tried desperately to breathe through the ache that was growing in her chest.  “Nothing to tell..” She continued to protest his attempts to get in, the tears beginning to slip along the waterline of her eyes. Darien didn’t let any of them fall, her hands making sure they stayed in her eyes and didn’t ever reach her cheeks. “Just drop it Fletch, you’re...” She paused, swallowed thickly as a crippling sob dared to crawl up her throat and past her lips. “I’m just tired, okay?” 

[darienxgrace]

Drinking- Fletcher x Darien

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Fletcher laughs a little awkwardly at her comment, trying his best to ignore the tonelessness of her dull voice. “True, true.” He sits down too, folding his legs under himself in the awkward, lanky way that only he could manage to make look comfortable. He takes his drink and looks down into the glass. His eyes are sad when he takes his first sip. He sighs, setting the glass down on the table. “Okay Dee, I can’t ignore this.” He waves his hand in an oval motion, gesturing to her. “Talk to me. What’s wrong?” He looks up at her with the same sad expression on his face. His eyes search hers for any change in emotion with his words, and his mouth curves into a slight pout.

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Darien’s eyes only lifted when he spoke up, a frown curving on her lips. “Can’t ignore what?” A bit more life returned to her words, but only because they were driven by an actual known emotion- anxiousness. “I- Fletcher what are you- What are you talking about? Nothing’s wrong.” She declared, despite the evidence that was anything but the truth. She incoherently slouched into the cushion, letting the blanket crawl further up her body as if trying to barricade herself from him. “I’m fine, just tired, nothing you need to get all worked up about..” She’d never talk to anyone about it- she couldn’t. Darien didn’t even want to think about it...yet Fletcher’s eyes made her feel like he could see right through her clothing and read every thought that went through her head and it made her nervous. Desperately, she took a larger sip from the glass. 

[darienxgrace]

Drinking- Fletcher x Darien

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Fletcher laughs a little awkwardly at her comment, trying his best to ignore the tonelessness of her dull voice. “True, true.” He sits down too, folding his legs under himself in the awkward, lanky way that only he could manage to make look comfortable. He takes his drink and looks down into the glass. His eyes are sad when he takes his first sip. He sighs, setting the glass down on the table. “Okay Dee, I can’t ignore this.” He waves his hand in an oval motion, gesturing to her. “Talk to me. What’s wrong?” He looks up at her with the same sad expression on his face. His eyes search hers for any change in emotion with his words, and his mouth curves into a slight pout.

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Darien’s eyes only lifted when he spoke up, a frown curving on her lips. “Can’t ignore what?” A bit more life returned to her words, but only because they were driven by an actual known emotion- anxiousness. “I- Fletcher what are you- What are you talking about? Nothing’s wrong.” She declared, despite the evidence that was anything but the truth. She incoherently slouched into the cushion, letting the blanket crawl further up her body as if trying to barricade herself from him. “I’m fine, just tired, nothing you need to get all worked up about..” She’d never talk to anyone about it- she couldn’t. Darien didn’t even want to think about it...yet Fletcher’s eyes made her feel like he could see right through her clothing and read every thought that went through her head and it made her nervous. Desperately, she took a larger sip from the glass. 

[darienxgrace]

Drinking- Fletcher x Darien

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Fletcher hears the door open and heads out of the lounge to greet Darien. He gasps a little when he sees her, though he does stop himself from making a comment; no point in making her feel worse. His eyes show his deep concern for the girl and the state she was in, but he greets her casually. “Hey Dee. Scotch okay? It’s cheap but it’ll have the desired effect.” He grins his usual cheeky grin, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. He can see how hollow she is and how she wants to appear strong for him. He lets her. He pulls her into a loose sideways hug as he walks her into the lounge, setting her up on the couch and handing her the blanket she liked to sit under. He pours two glasses of scotch and coke, half-half like always, and slides one across the coffee table to Darien.

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It took every muscle in her face to pull a smile on her lips as she saw him. His reaction was...expected, but she tried to make it as if she didn’t notice. She knew how she looked, he knew how she looked, it was only time before he decided to speak up.  It took every ounce of being she had to respond. “Anything with alcohol in it is okay at this point.” She responded, trying to add a humorous tone to her voice but it was dulled out by the hollowness of her words. Darien didn’t expect to flinch as she did when he wrapped his arm around her, and it almost made her sick that she had to actually even tell herself he wasn’t going to hurt her. It was just Fletcher. He wouldn’t do anything unless she desired it...He is Fletcher, he is okay. Her claimed blanket was soon handed to her and exhaustedly she folded her legs and sat on his couch, sinking between the town cushions and engulfing her small frame in the weight of the comforter. When the drink was passed to her, she bit on the corner of her lip. “Thanks, Fletch.” Empty. Toneless. Afraid, maybe? Darien had to control herself to resist chugging the entire glass, pacing herself as she took a sip of it, avoiding his concerned eyes the best she could.

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Drinking- Fletcher x Darien

Darien didn’t really bother changing. She was covered, that’s all that mattered. In all honestly, Darien was terrified to see Fletcher- terrified for him to see how different she looked. The blonde had noticed it, the fading of her skin and the violet hues that now decorated under her eyes. The plethora of bruises and cuts and sore limbs and the emptiness of her eyes now devoid of any emotion. Her hair was thin, she was thin- it was shameful. And now, Fletcher, one of the only people she had, was going to see her and her old self would be completely buried in the ash. Darien had put on some of the baggiest sweats she had stollen from him in the past few months, put on some worn boots and knotted her hair up atop her head. Now, here she was, at his door. Darien considered knocking, Darien considered just walking in, Darien even considered just turning and leaving but- she knew that he would only grow concerned if she did that. Besides; he had alcohol. Ren needed alcohol more than anything right now. Twisting the brass knob, the girl walked into the house, the drafty air hitting her and the familiar sent of musk and cigarettes filtered into her nose. She rubbed at her eye with a fisted husband dropped her bag to the floor, taking off her shoes in the process and proceeding into the house, looking around for the older man. 

@god-ding 

[darienxgrace]

F: don't be so negative, dee. i'm not gonna judge you for what you look like.

F: you know me. like, of all people to judge you for your appearance....

F: anyway. don't stress. it's sorted, i've got the grog. just get your butt over here now c:

D: mmmmmkkkkaaaaayyyyyy

D: im on my way, you big mushy goof.

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“D—Darien…” Clayton was getting worried now. She didn’t seem like… herself. It was like she was a different person entirely. “Hey— Don’t… don’t cry…” He took the jacket and gently layed it over her shoulders, but didn’t dare touch her any more than that. “Can you… can you at least tell me what you’re doing out here?”

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The weight of the jacket was like a boulder on the frail girls shoulders, her back hunching in response and shoulders rising up towards her ears as a chill brushed through the sheet. It was warm, she would admit, but she didn’t want it. It smelled of cologne, and he had worn cologne... A pretty one too. Vile rose up the blondes throat as she choked on a sob, taking a step away. “Don’t- Enough, this is enough- Clayton I need to go..I have to get out of here, I need to leave I can’t- I don’t want to talk to anyone.” She emphasized the anyone, moving her eyes to look at his, holding her breath as she did.