Hold Your Breath

Darius Dravek Thirty Head Agent Dragon Physiology

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shaynemann:

Shayne squinted his eyes, shaking his head “No one asked you. Besides, you couldn’t prove it was me even if you looked at the tapes.” He shrugged. Shayne’s power made sure of that. Sure, it looked like him, but any prints would come up empty and he had no problem flaunting that. “That’s fine. Still can’t prove it.”

With the way the other was so insistent on no one being able to prove it was him, Darius was barely resisted the urge to put his hands up in surrender. It’s not like he was planning to turn the guy in or anything, it’s not really his business, but the other was acting very suspicious. “It’s probably only 20 dollars, maybe 30. Just pay the store and leave it at that.” He suggested, knowing he’d probably pay the store anyway, cause that’s the kind of person Darius has become. 

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rafaelxxhassan:

“What did you lose something?” Rafael asked glancing over at the other. He had just wanted to get through his job in peace for once in his life really without anyone bugging him. “Well, you’re going to have to wait till I’m done. The floors are still wet and I don’t want you tripping or anything.” Not that he cared really he just wanted to get his job done at this point. People have been coming in and out of this area all afternoon and he was only now able to get this job done. He knew that he wasn’t a trainer or anything around here and the least that people could do was respect the area while he was working. 

Darius looked up suddenly at the sound of someone’s voice. “What?” He’d been deep in thought as he walked down the halls. But, as he looks around, Darius realizes that he was nowhere near his original destination. In fact, he was on a completely different floor. Frustration flashed through him, but then it crumbled as quickly as it appeared, leaving the man feeling tired. “No, I don’t, I’m good.” He replies, knowing he should sound more professional and respectable than that, especially with his current position in stema, but as it stands he could not care less, “What are you doing?”

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frascr:

@dariusdravek › › › ––––– This is RIDICULOUS !! Worst of all, Fraser knows how foolish hiding from Darius and most of everyone else is. Although, given his friend’s track record of jumping into the fire to rescue someone he cares about, Fraser is more than convinced about maintaining his distance. Had Darius known Fraser was alive and in the city as well, the younger man knew his friend would do EVERYTHING in his power to make his life a little LESS uncertain. 

There are more-than-one reasons, of course. He didn’t want any affiliation with STEMA, and while Darius continues to play a huge role at the headquarters, he does not want to put him in an uncomfortable position by wanting to associate with him but not everything he stands for.  – On his journey of self-discovery, with a long way still ahead of him, Fraser has come realize that he wants the rest of his life to be less SURPRISING than it has been this far.

He THOUGHT he watched Darius die as he lost contact with him, struggling to pull him out from under the rubble. SEEING him the other day though, walking around the city alive as ever, Fraser wasn’t sure if he was seeing things. For the most part, he can’t express how happy ( as well as guilty ) he is about seeing him again. In this very moment, however, he is a bit unsure. 

A few feet ahead of him stood Darius; his superior once, but far greater a friend, than that. Fraser’s first instinct is to hide. Leaving behind his shopping cart loaded with ready-to-eat meals, he headed straight for the store’s exit. He couldn’t be caught now; not months after successfully moving on and starting fresh. His choice in a city wasn’t helping his case at all. When he headed for the sliding doors, Fraser seemed to have set off alarms, doing the EXACT opposite of what he NEEDS right now: drawing attention to himself. 

“Oh, bloody hell.”

 In his state of panic, he had unintentionally held onto a large bottle of orange juice as he tried to escape. This was perfect. Just the BEST way to expose himself to Darius.  

Darius had to admit he has not gone to a grocery store in a VERY long time. When he lived with his wife, she had done all of the shopping. He remembered feeling as if he were at a disadvantage because his wife essentially controlled everything he consumed. It was a good thing, in the long run, because she stopped him from drowning in alcohol and pizza bites. But he also remembered those nice, relaxing nights where they would enjoy hot pockets and wine. Things were easier back then. Well, they were still complicated, but to Darius they will always be considered the good days.

The good days, before an explosion, caused by him, took his wife away.

But after his wife’s death, Darius came straight to STEMA. The place that had a fully stocked cafeteria and cafe in the same building, meaning he didn’t have to worry about groceries. Ever. The STEMA headquarters was very nice, his place there was fully furnished, complete with a kitchen that had a complete set of dishes and cutlery that he was almost intimidated by. He knew how to cook, but going from a simple apartment to a luxury one was very confusing. 

Then another explosion came and took that all away.

Darius is starting to sense a pattern.

Maybe he was spoiled for too long. Maybe he never truly learned how to take care of himself. Whatever the reason is, it shouldn’t be this hard to choose between cereal brands. There’s the healthy ones like cheerios and, well, that’s pretty much it for the healthy stuff. The rest of the aisle was filled with sugary cereals that would probably ruin his system were he to eat any of it for an extended period of time. After nearly 15 minutes of staring at two boxes of literal sugar, the man decided to go with oatmeal, something he’s more familiar with. He could experiment with cereal later.

Of course, just as he’s stepping out of the cereal aisle, the store’s alarm goes off. His initial reaction is to groan, which is definitely not ‘heroic’ nor something STEMA would be happy to hear about. But, even with his enhanced senses ‘off’, the alarms are loud and annoying, who can blame him for being irritated by the shrill sounds echoing through the grocery store? When he finally looks up, Darius freezes. If he were to be holding anything it would be on the ground, but the metal handle of the shopping cart is not doing well under the man’s enhanced strength. Only when Darius saw the store manager yelling at Fraser did he release his grip on the shopping cart and make his way to the front. 

“Is there a problem here?”

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shaynemann:

“Look, it’s not…It’s not even that broken.” He argued, crossing his arms over his chest. “Even if it was like, shattered and unfixable, you can’t even prove that it was me that broke it. So I don’t like you coming over here accusing me of this nonsense.”

Darius looked at the boy in front of him with a raised eyebrow. The glass was so clearly broken, shattered across the floor into a million pieces, but the other was trying to argue it wasn’t broken? “I’m pretty sure this store has security cameras.” He said whilst subtly nodding over his shoulder to the security camera behind him. Noticing such things became so natural that he forgot others didn’t do that. “And I’m almost positive everyone heard you drop it.”

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siinghvl:

Kali was grateful that got along well with most of the staff at STEMA, making incidents like this a bit more bearable. And luckily for her, Darius was a member of that staff. It was funny how all these people were spread out around the world at one point, and now they were all living in the same area, strengthened together by the attack and their ‘gift’. It was a mix of feelings when she was around Darius. He saw her during her worst, when she had accidentally killed her peers, leaving her in a hole of darkness. If he wasn’t for him, she probably wouldn’t be there right now. She would still in the war zone, being used as the soldier the government wanted her to be. But it was a moment in their life that Kali was sure was best to not be brought up again, not when she wanted nothing more but to leave it in the past. Pretending that part of her life didn’t happen was a poor choice of a decision, but it got her this far, and the nightmares were enough to remind her that it happened. Still, she knew she owed him her life, and it was something she could never fully repay him back for but that debt was always looming over her head.

“That depends on the perspective of it. From where I’m standing, it was definitely an accident.” She narrowed her eyes challengingly before shaking her head. “You’re stepping into dangerous territory, Dravek. You’ve given me some valuable information that can bring you your downfall. You’re giving me too much power over you right now,” she joked, relieved that she wasn’t the only one avoiding her duties. “What are the directors going to do? Fire us and hire someone more competent? Hah,” she laughed at the thought, wondering if there was someone else who could be a threat to her position. 

Despite all the bad things that had happened after the Ravens attack, Darius had to admit a few good things have come since then. His promotion could be considered one of those things, but he’s thinking more of his new relationships with the people he’d barely interacted with before. Kali is definitely one of those relationships he’s very happy to have. She’s a smart woman, very confidence with intelligent to back it up. Sometimes he can see the military training that they share in her demeanor or word choice, something that connects their pasts together. But Darius does not think about his past, especially the sections of it he can’t entirely recall. The two of them have a good relationship, coworkers who share a common goal and a similar way of thinking. Their personalities are different, but their similarities are what makes them good- No. They aren’t friends. She’s nice to him, he worries for her, but abandoning her all those years ago is not something he could ever forgive himself for.

Darius couldn’t help but roll his eyes when she mentioned perspective. Any camera around here would show that she clearly took the earpiece out then stomped on it. Of course he would never speak out against her, not ever. Then again, she didn’t need to know that. “I’m not giving you all the power, Singhal.” He said with a smirk, nodding his head towards the earpiece that was in pieces on the ground. He was only teasing her and he was confident she knew that. Darius found himself chuckling along with her at the notion of finding people more competent than the two of them. “That’s not even a possibility.” He replied jokingly despite thinking that the MPP would have to pry this position out of his cold, dead hands, “ There is no one more competent than the two of us.”

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siinghvl:

Her promotion to head guard had its perks but also its cons. She was finally able to have power to help, to create an impact, which became a necessity after the event months ago. The effects of it still lingered, consuming the atmosphere that created a tensed sense of air, one she couldn’t find comfort in. The new position also meant that every guard came to her when they had a problem or had questions that solutions could have easily been found elsewhere. What she would have once found solace in, considering the distraction and a method of keeping her busy, she now saw it as an annoyance. Her communication system kept getting interrupted at every second with questions and requests that found trivial and an inconvenience to her responsibilities. 

“Just give me one minute,” she interrupted the current guard over her system, taking the piece out of her ear and throwing it on the ground before her foot landed directly right on top of it, dismantling all the parts of the system. She stopped her movements once she caught a presence near her. Guilty eyes glanced up before feigning an innocent smile. “Oops. My foot slipped. Gah, this keeps happening.” Half of it was true. It was going to be the fifth time she showed up at the IT department to get it replaced that month. “Darn thing just keeps falling out of my ear and landing in the wrong spot.” 

Darius was going crazy. Being in this building for another hour was definitely going to drive him insane. Okay, that’s a lie. He’s just exaggerating, being ‘dramatic’ if you will. This whole promotion thing meant he was dealing much more paperwork than he was used to. Lower agents came to him, often, requesting to be put on missions. A few requested to be taken off certain missions. There were just a lot of formal requests and some not so formal. If there was anything Darius was learning from this experience, it’s that the people who were once above him had a lot more patience than he did. He almost felt bad for requesting missions so often not so long ago. Almost. Not to mention the fact that there were no missions that required his immediate attention. To be more clear, nothing regarding the Ravens has come up. It’s been nearly a year since the attack that brought down the previous headquarters, but now the Ravens seemed inactive. Though, if you asked Darius’ honest opinion, he would tell you that they were waiting, waiting for the best opportunity to strike, just like they did before. 

So no, Darius is not going crazy. He’s more stressed and slightly paranoid, but not crazy. Though craziness would be the only way to explain why he was so relieved to see Kali. She would laugh if he said that out loud, right? He better not risk it. Sure they’ve been seeing a lot of each other lately, and one might argue they were getting closer, but Darius still couldn’t help but keep her at a distance. He’s learned numerous times that people who get too close to him have a habit of getting burned. When it comes to Kali, he wants to protect her, not hurt her, not again. “That looked way too deliberate to be an accident.” He stated, voice taking on a teasing tone as he smiled just a bit. “But I won’t tell IT if you don’t tell our oh so wonderful directors that I’ve been avoiding paperwork. Sound like a good deal?”

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Any post/reply made before this is from before the time skip and should be disregarded!!

Are you guys ready, cause I am. 

Let’s do it!!

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havefxith:

“Mhm?” Faith still kept up her innocent demeanour as she observed him while he explained himself. Clearly, it looked like she was going to get away with being out late at night, since it seems like he wanted nothing to do with her. Suddenly, Faith crossed her arms and furrowed her brows at the mention of killing people. Touché, but she did her best not to get too affected by his words. “If you must know I have trouble sleeping and so I like to wander…Does that answer your question?” 

Darius listened to the girl intently, needing some for of confirmation that she wasn’t going to kill anyone before dealing with his other issue. “Great.” He replied, glad that he could be done with this. However, just as he turned around, the man paused and spoke over his shoulder. “Try drinking tea or hot chocolate. Hot drinks help calm the body down. If you’re going to be up longer stay on the higher floors, they’re usually darker and have less guards. And take a water bottle with you when you walk around at night, to stay hydrated.” He said, giving what advice he could about things to help someone get to sleep, before making his way towards the pool.

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jordanadlers:

In the silence, Jordan gazes around the pool area, watching the reflection of the water dance around the room like a pale silver light. It unsettles her and she finally takes a couple of steps away from the edge. It doesn’t make her feel any safer, but the movement somewhat takes away from her tense shoulders. She looks down, quietly assessing herself before meeting Darius’ eyes. “I’m alright,” Jordan says absently. A stupid answer for a stupid question, in her mind. He helped her and others escape the compound; when he arrived they had left her on the concrete ground. Cold, drenched, exhausted from struggling to get to the surface for air.  Jodan’s facial muscles remain loose. There was no anger, no sadness, no joy or resentment. She doesn’t even appear bored as she stands in front of Darius. The fog that remains makes her unaware that she’s still unprofessionally in her pajamas. “How are you settling in?” It’s a genuine question, but also a poor segue so that Darius wouldn’t ask anymore questions. Hopefully.

With whatever happened in his sleep now overshadowed by his confusion and slight worry, Darius didn’t feel the overwhelming scratch at the back of his throat. It was just a tickle now, stronger than he was used to but definitely more manageable. Her response, once again, was less than satisfying and the man found himself a bit frustrated. Whatever was going on with her was not his business, he knew that. They weren’t friends, barely even acquaintances, but that didn’t stop him from feeling worry even though it probably should. A friendship with this woman seemed impossible, not because he was uninterested, but because he didn’t think she saw him as anything other than a coworker and he didn’t want to push her after all she’d done for him. Darius did not miss the way the woman moved the conversation to him, however he did not openly question or fight it. If she did not want to talk about something, he was not going to push her. “Define settling in. STEMA has me working all sorts of positions, from security guard to field agent, so I’m constantly moving around.” He explained with a shrug, not bringing anything personal to the table and keeping things strictly about work. He wasn’t going to talk about the fact he had nightmares, how his power had new side affects he was not used to, or how he was moving around so much ‘settling in’ seemed nearly impossible. The work was nothing new to him, he actually enjoyed being busy, but he had yet to get comfortable with his current location despite working for STEMA for months now.

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Kinda just lurking around, anyone want to plot or chat?

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[ ☆, ☮, ♦ ]

☆ - Happy Headcanon

Darius’ proposal was a bit extravagant, well, he tried to make it extravagant. He had a whole day planned in which they would revisit places where they had the ‘milestones’ of their relationship. The two had met in college, so their first date was at a cheap little coffee shop a few blocks away from their University. It took a while to convince her to go for coffee with him at 8am but when they finally got there, they found out it had closed down. Not deterred, Darius moved onto taking her to the location of their first kiss, a small bench overlooking a large lake. Of course, when they got there it started pouring rain. Knowing that Darius’ body can’t handle the cold, his girlfriend convinced him that a kiss in the rain would not be romantic if he ended up collapsing in the middle of it. Growing a bit panicked, Darius attempted to bring her to the restaurant where they had their first dinner together. Darius figured he should stop being surprised by his bad luck, because the restaurant was fully booked and he didn’t think to get a reservation. Eventually the two just grabbed some chinese takeout and returned home. Exhausted and covered in rain, Darius snuggled up with his girlfriend and the two watched a few movies late into the night. Eventually she fell asleep and, after Darius moved her to their bed, she mumbled something about wanting to marry him. It wasn’t the big, crazy, romantic proposal he’d been planning, but in the end he was smiling.

☮ - Friendship Headcanon

Darius is not a friendly guy. Honestly, most who meet him assume he’s some grumpy asshole with no personality. However, Darius’ close friends know who he really is. Darius is a sarcastic, loving, and fiercely protective man. He can still be an asshole, but they know that he cares very deeply for those who are close to him and had a pretty big heart. He’s also a very good listener. So if anyone needs a drinking buddy or a movie buddy or a cuddle buddyhe’ll be there in a heartbeat.

♦ - Quirks/Hobbies Headcanon

Darius picked up quite a few hobbies back in the orphanage, though most if not all of them were just to entertain the other children living there with him. Darius knows how to juggle, card tricks, some yoyo tricks, and the very basics of sewing. However, Darius is terrible at origami and most video games because he does not have the patience nor the ability to sit down and do something like that for a few hours. He’s also very bad at skateboarding and is prone to falling on his butt after only standing on the board for a few seconds.

When he was younger, Darius had the habit of muttering to himself when stressed or frustrated, though now he tends to sigh loudly or groan if angry. Sometimes he does these things on purpose, but there are times when he does it unknowingly. Despite reptiles being unable to sweat, Darius is able to do so, but if any part of his body has scales on it, that part will be unable to sweat. Fear wise, Darius has Claustrophobia and Cleithrophobia, the fear of being in confined spaces and the fear of being trapped. He’s had these fears ever since he was young and avoids being in small spaces at all cost. These fears are also part of the reason he shifted when trapped in that small cage back in the military.

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fraserr:

This wasn’t completely unexpected. At some point, Fraser was sure of, or was at least hoping to, cross paths with Darius again. Now that he knew they weren’t very different from each other in terms of being human weapons, for the lack of better words, he was relieved that the first proper mutant that he came to know was someone who was fully and completely trustworthy. In a way, the bond he shared with Darius had shaped the opinion that Fraser would come to have, regarding mutants and mutates. They weren’t some kind of monsters to be feared and exterminated. And now that he was one of them, knowing that people like Darius were mutants made it easy for him to accept that not everyone not-human was deplorable.  

For once, he wasn’t worried about coming across a familiar face within the walls. This wasn’t his half brother, or his ex-wife, both of whom had never had any affiliation with altered genes before the explosion. Seeing Darius here was a bit of a relief, in all honesty. If he didn’t see him any sooner, Fraser may have even gotten worried about whether or not the other had got to safety. All things considered, the outside atmosphere was probably at its worst for mutant-kind. As someone who took pride in not fearing much, Fraser was genuinely worried and constantly paranoid about being found out by the government. Just because he had taken an oath to protect his nation, he feared that this prior commitment would land him in the hands of the government all over again. Honorably discharged or not, Fraser always felt that the possession of such powerful abilities never really allowed someone to be their own person. Right now, he was owned by STEMA, albeit at his own mercy. If it wasn’t for this decision to find cover within the MPP, he would be owned by someone else. Someone more powerful and with who-knows-what intent. 

He watched in anticipation as Darius got closer. It had been years. The last time he had seen him, if he could remember correctly, Fraser was in and out of consciousness, still unaware of losing a limb and in severe pain despite all the drips being shot up into his veins. There wasn’t really a decent moment that he got to thank Darius for saving him. Neither did he get the chance to say goodbye. Everything happened so quickly, Fraser doesn’t remember most of it. That part of his past was formatted into bits and pieces in his mind, and he tried not to visit it too often for this reason. 

“Force of habit, sorry,” he heard himself confessing, not feeling the smile on his face faltering since he wasn’t forcing it. The soles of his feet stayed glued to where he was stood, unsure of what he was to do even if he moved forward towards Darius. Shake hands, maybe ? Or were they way past being so formal, still ? “Why don’t you join me for dinner ?” Fraser suddenly asked. It wasn’t like they were sat in a fancy restaurant with reserved seating. But he meant well. There were only so many people he didn’t mind eating with, and even if it had been years since he saw the other man, he was hoping that nothing much had changed. As long as this wasn’t as awkward as he was prepared for it to be, Fraser would know that Darius and he did not drift too far from where they had last left off. Being in the company of such an influential personality wasn’t always going to be easy, even when you put friendship in the mix. Fraser truly looked up to him – He obviously had never revealed this to Darius, for reasons unknown even to him. 

Darius had long stopped believing life was going to go how he wanted it to. Honestly, most of the time he feels as if his own life isn’t even giving him a chance to react. Things just keep happening all around him and all he can do is roll with it. Just wait and see what happens next. It’s far from ideal, but honestly that could describe Darius’ entire life. While the man long wished to reunite with certain people, part of him was terrified of what would happen should he actually reconnect with any of them. Fraser was definitely one of those people, if not the one at the very top of the ‘people Darius really wishes to see again’ list. Yet, now it’s happening and Darius honestly does not know what he should do.

Things were simpler back when they were friends. When Darius’ biggest worry was taking a step away from parties and trying to get his grades up, things weren’t so complicated. Then, after losing his scholarship, Darius’ biggest worry became finding a home and a job. He couldn’t turn to his ‘parents’ as that door had long closed and not having a lot of job experience made it extremely difficult to even get started. Joining the military seemed like a reasonable route, maybe there he’d finally find a way to reign in his temper and figure out how he wanted to spend the rest of his life. That’s what he’d hoped. In the beginning things were hard, no one liked Darius because he was ‘rude’ and he had a ‘bad temper’. But he was only like that because he felt as if he couldn’t trust anyone. Then Fraser appeared and Darius relaxed. Not only was Darius comfortable around Fraser, he trusted him.

Things went along smoothly from there. Darius was already a pretty good soldier before Fraser came around, but he couldn’t go anywhere without constantly looking over his shoulder. Having a friend there to watch his back meant Darius was able to work harder and smarter. Years seemed to just fly by and the man found himself getting higher and higher in the ranks. Finally he was respected, maybe a little feared, however many also knew how fiercely loyal he was. Then everything fell apart when Fraser got in an accident. Darius remembers the panic and worry he felt. Remembers running to his friend, pushing everyone aside with his superior strength, then lifting the vehicle as high as he could. He didn’t care if his secret was exposed. His friend was in danger and he had the abilities to help him, there was no hesitation or thought, just action. Then days passed by like minutes, Darius confided in Fraser, and the other man disappeared from Darius’ life.

Only to reappear, again, years later, looking tired but very much alive and well. Darius didn’t know where all this reminiscing came from, though for once he wasn’t entirely opposed to it. “Well let’s try to break that habit and have you call me Darius, like old times.” He said, his smiling just a bit more prominent. His words made him sound like some old man yet, with the life he’s lived, Darius sometimes feels like an old man. But the sight of his old friend brought a whole new feeling of life, something that he hasn’t felt in a while. At the mention of joining Fraser for dinner, Darius felt his smile stretching a bit. “I’d be more than happy to.” He said, true excitement and happiness seeping through his shakily neutral demeanor as he took a seat next to his old friend. Looking to his food, the man realized that throwing it like he had earlier was not the best choice. Thankfully it was all still on the plate, just some of it was dangerously close to the edge. Honestly Darius didn’t care, he just wanted to catch up with his friend. “So, how’s life been?”

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havefxith:

“Are you just asking that because you caught me?” she retorted back with a blank gaze and an innocent head tilt. She then pointed at his get up and added, “But you’re off duty so why does it matter?” After hearing his explanation, Faith honestly thought that she was off the hook, until he stated the last part. She still hadn’t answered. “I was in the act of heading back to my dorm room…?” This time she reiterated her previous answer, but was a bit more specific of what she was ‘doing’. 

Darius just looked at the girl. Honestly, he could understand the her sarcasm, but he wasn’t in the mood for it. As long as she wasn’t committing any felonies or destroying property, he could not care less about what she was doing. Even if she was destroying property he wouldn’t care. This is a government run facility, they have the money to replace things. After taking a deep breath, ready to give his own sarcastic remark, Darius had to turn his head into his elbow as a coughing fit overtook him. Definitely not what he had intended to do. “Look,” Darius began, voice rough and painful after the coughing, but he pushed through it because he just wanted to get to the pool, “You’re not going to get in trouble as long as you weren’t trying to kill anyone, I just need to know because it’s my job, then we can both go our separate ways."

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brucexxswanton:

He had stepped back slightly, more like cringing back out of habit when he had seen Darius step closer to him. He dropped his head to the ground, though his gray veins were visible on his neck going up to his jaw line making his unpigmented skin look even darker. The boy that once had perfect skin had seemed so lost now. Even recently now he had noticed his eyes getting darker– the blue of his eyes finally leaving him and the whites slowly becoming black, that seemed to be the only thing that kept him in touch with his human self. He was partially worried what would happen to him if his eyes became completely dark. “Yeah…” Bruce muttered not daring to make eye contact with the other male that he had once loved so dearly. He had even remembered that the last time he saw Darius was when he admitted his feelings towards the man. But now Bruce couldn’t feel anything. He couldn’t feel love, pain, anger, excitement– all those emotions that had made a human… Human. He knew that he had looked hideous now. He was so used to people just looking at him in horror every time they saw him. Like they had thought that he was going to kill them the moment they saw them, but Bruce had learned to control that urge with eating animal meat instead of human. He didn’t want to know what would happen to him if he had done that. He didn’t want to know what Darius had thought of him now. He knew that he had brought shame to the Swanton family name– if that name was even still around now at this point. He knew that after the wave the Swanton’s Cosmetics went out of business. No one knew what happened to the famous Dominique Swanton and her disappearance had remained a mystery. When in reality she was dead along with her loving husband and son. Bruce couldn’t bring himself to speak anymore afraid that he was going to scare the other male away. 

Darius ignored the feeling of hurt when Bruce stepped away from him, taking a step back to give the other as much space as he needed. The mutant knew that their relationship wouldn’t pick up right where it left off. Hell, he was hoping it wouldn’t because he didn’t need those thoughts and emotions coming back to haunt him. He didn’t need to think about how differently his life would’ve gone if he’d just told Bruce he liked him back. Besides, he wasn’t that young kid in college who’s only cares in the world were parties and grades. Yet, at the same time, Darius partially hoped that there would be some minuscule remains of a relationship if they were to ever cross paths again. Of course this isn’t how he would want them to cross paths, but he was done counting on luck and hope. Things happen and there’s no controlling it despite everyone’s want to do so. “Well, you’re in the safest place possible for people like me- like us.” Darius hadn’t meant to slip up like that, but he was still getting used to the reality that Bruce was here. All the talking was making his already dry throat feel worse and Darius had to cough into his elbow once again in failed attempt to relieve the tickle at the back of his throat. He could feel the fire building up, Bruce’s sudden appearance not helping Darius in his attempts to calm down, but he was doing his best to keep himself in check. “Feeling no pain or emotions is likely a side effect of your power, here you can learn to control your abilities and I’m sure you’ll get feeling back.” He tried to be professional for that, since Darius himself knew that these amazing powers can come with awful side affects, but he also couldn’t make any promises. Some side affects will not go away with control, sometimes you just have to learn to deal with them, for the rest of your life. Darius didn’t say any of this of course, knowing that situations like this needed messages filled with hope and faith, which is exactly why he’s the worst possible mutant for this situation.

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Headcanon meme~

Put a symbol (or several) in my ask box, and I’ll give you a headcanon.  Yes.  Do it.

☾ - sleep headcanon

★ - sad headcanon

☆ - happy headcanon

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

✿ - Sex headcanon

■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

♡ - romantic headcanon

♥ - family headcanon

☮ - friendship headcanon

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon

▼ - childhood headcanon

∇ -. old age/aging headcanon

♒ - cooking/food headcanon

☼ - appearance headcanon

ൠ - random headcanon

◉ - Any other question of your choosing

[dariusdravek-blog]

kingalextudor:

“Oh yes of course, they’re much sweeter so that makes sense.” He laughed softly, grinning at the man. He rubbed at his throat, the laughter making it itch more and grow hot. He caught the bottle and quickly downed it. “Thanks. How do you deal with that all the time?” He asked, rubbing his throat again. He had dealt with a lot of uncomfortable side effects of powers he had picked up over the years but the fire breathing was always weird for him and he never expected it. He’d never even tried to harness it before. He preferred to have fire come from his hands instead of his mouth.

"They’re a delicacy.” Darius said, turning to his bag to grab a water bottle for himself so he could take a drink. He’d worked himself up enough for the tickle to be a hard scratch, but the water washed down the worst of it. He’d wanted to try and see if he could get some training done, but Alex’s appearance made him reconsider. He never liked training such a dangerous ability with others around. “I drink a lot of water and keep myself in check. Get riled up and the flames can build up quick.” He replied with another shrug, talking as if neither were a big deal. Which, to him, they weren’t. “Cough medicine helps too, but you have to make sure they aren’t flammable.”

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astrablake:

She sighed as she crossed her arms begrudgingly. “Fine, fine, lets walk,” she said, her words passing her lips as she began to follow his lead, uncertain of where exactly he was going with this. He better not be yanking your chain…

Darius was glad that they had enough of a acquaintanceship for her to agree to follow him. This is exactly why she was the only person he trusted with this information. Thankfully they were already on the second floor, so the elevator trip was short and not much later he was holding the exit door for her. “We’ll talk when we get a good distance away. My ears aren’t the only good ones around here.”