Sᴀɴᴄᴛᴜʀᴀʀʏ @stille-fristed - Tumblr Blog

The worst feeling in the world is watching someone in pain and not being able to do a single thing about it. Gen could just stand there and do nothing else in return. What was worse is that Gen couldn’t hear the ragged sounds that escaped the stranger’s lips. He couldn’t hear a thing. It was downright frightening, but those facial expressions. The pained and tortured ones he was making. It was enough to make the ravenette cry, but he managed to hold back his emotions and tears. He had to help or at least show he was there for the stranger, right, even if they both didn’t know each other?

Genji was glad he had found the medication in time. Did this guy have to deal with this on a regular basis? Maybe he had forgotten to take his pills that morning? Maybe he was rushing because he was late for something? Did something this important slip the stranger’s mind? So many questions were running through Gen’s head and he had no answer for them, since he didn’t have time to actually answer them. Right now he was turning into a nurse, checking the other over and making sure he was okay.

He watched the other swallow the pills with a lot of trouble. If his mind wasn’t in a frenzy right now, he would have realized sooner that he had a bottle of water in his messenger bag. Whatever the stranger’s reason was for not taking those pills earlier, he was just glad that he managed to get the guy to take them now. He was lucky too. What if Gen had decided to take a different route? He wouldn’t have been here and this guy might have died. Died. That wasn’t a good thing to think, but right now, Genji was just glad that this guy was safe and still breathing.

Genji watched the stranger for a moment before rummaging through his bag for the bottle of water. Once finding it, he removed the cap and showed it to the stranger. Could he drink it on his own? He wasn’t too sure, but at least it would be good to let him try. Gen still couldn’t understand what he was saying, due to the fact that his mouth wasn’t moving too well with his words, so he only sat there in confusion.

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⁽⁽ ✬ ₎₎ As Daniel's world became filled with less agony and more comprehension, he started to try and take in more of the man before him, his 'saving grace' as it was. He took in the other's face first, silently wondering why he looked so...confused, as if not really knowing what was going on. Dreary blue eyes caught movement and then fell heavily to the water bottle presented to him, staring dumbly at its clear contents before it finally clicked. He was offering Daniel something to drink, now suddenly starkly aware of how dry and stale-tasting his mouth was. God, a water bottle never looked so heavenly to him in all his life.

Swallowing dryly, Daniel cracked a small smile, totally and utterly grateful to this stranger in more ways than one. "Thanks..." Wiping at the blood on his lips and chin, Daniel gently took the bottle, gaining only enough strength in that one hand to hold it securely. Tilting his head back, the blonde pressed its round opening to his lips and drank in slow, dragging sips, trying his best not to gulp down too quickly and risk choking. Seconds passed before Daniel broke away for air, sighing in exhaustion; his body sagged a bit more into the wall. He stared at the man once more, trying to decipher such an expression. Wait, could he, perhaps, not speak? No, no, that's not the case-he'd heard his voice from before. So...

Blinking slowly, Daniel placed the water bottle down, a single hand coming up just long enough to form out the sign language term for 'thank you'. An experiment on his part, really...

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➥ He was always scared of being touched, unless he was in bed under the covers with someone (or wherever they were having sex). He liked to know before he’s touched, or else he gets easily frightened. His little flinches were not meant to be seen easily, but that didn’t seem possible as the boy before him clearly spotted them. Why would a stranger care so much anyways? It didn’t make sense to the prostitute.

See his face? Anthony would freak if that happened. His eyes were disgusting, they were not meant to be seen by anyone! And with the few occasions that they are seen, Anthony will, even if he’s shy or embarrassed, apologize for letting those green pools be seen. But then again, maybe all Anthony needs is someone to firmly grab him by the chin, lift his head up, and make those bangs fall away from his eyes… Not that, that would ever happen, since he would be frightened by such a thing.

He watched in semi-fear as the other straightened up, like a business man preparing for some kind of speech; And he even sucked in a breath like he was about to lecture Anthony! But what followed had Anthony baffled a second time.

“Get me something to eat…? Warm clothes…?”

He repeated the words like the shocked person he was, head tilting to the side and mind obviously working overtime to understand those words. For some reason, his anger wasn’t sparked. Normally he’d get at least mad when someone tried to use him for charity, to get rid of some guilt they may be feeling, but for some reason with Daniel, Anthony did not feel as if he was throwing these options at him because he felt guilty for something else.

He was drawn to him. Maybe Anthony was a wild cat, who after a while could end up trusting, but for now he stayed on guard. The hand outstretched to him, thankfully slowly, was watched suspiciously, like he expected it to move faster than it was right now, and strike him. He could do nothig more than reach his own hand forward and take the offered digits in his own.

What a soft hand, he couldn’t help but think, as he subconsciously looked down again. His own hands were dry, and he was sure his body would start to stink as he hadn’t showed since before having sex last night. He fidgeted before coming up with an answer.

“Uhm… If… If you want too…”

How submissive he was, but then again he was trained to be this way.

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⁽⁽ ✬ ₎₎ Daniel held his breath for what felt like the longest time, unaware that was doing so; he waited for a response, waited for any indication there might be rejection in his future. The wait seemed to shake him to the very bones. However, that stewing, impatient bubble of oxygen soon softly released itself the moment their hands touched once again. Daniel's entire body unfolded right then, muscles loosening and breathing organs kicking back into gear. Thank God...Who knows what level of disappointment and remorse would have greeted him had his offer not been taken. For the first time since meeting each other, Daniel's lips curled up into smile so full of relief and care that it nearly lit him up like a lightbulb.

Daniel exhaled quietly, smile now superglued to his face and never leaving; he gave a single nod, pulling their hands closer and firmer together, fingers interlacing encouragingly. "Thank you, I do want to. Really. Now come on, I'll get you something from one of the fast food joints," he says, giving Anthony's hand a small tug, urging him to follow along. This way neither of them were required to walk inside anywhere, a tiny fact Daniel could tell might be bothersome for the other because of anxiety or peer pressure issues.

Suddenly sparked by realization, the magi threw a glance over his shoulder, head tilting to the side ever so slightly. "Goodness, I seem have forgotten--my name's Daniel." He gave a small squeeze to their linked hands. As the boys walked, Daniel had little to no trouble ignoring every single curious stare directed towards them. Two men walking and holding hands? No way could anyone escape judgement like that. But Daniel wasn't letting go any time soon, not unless Anthony did so first or showed signs of wanting them to separate. That hand grasping his-it was cold, but warmth was quickly finding home inside each rough appendage, flesh so contrasting to Daniel's own. The contact felt nice, like a strange form of closure.

Now entering the business section of town, Daniel lead Anthony over to a vacant Sonic, stopping near one of the ordering signs. He glanced at the other male before redirecting his gaze to the glowing menu. "What would you like?"

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⊰☠⊱; ” Ehe..”he ran his tongue across his bottom lip before he glanced at the boys figure. He was cute — not his type usually but cute. Dino simply laughed before he introduced myself. ” Daniel,ey? I’m Dino — nice to meet’cha..”

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⁽⁽ ✬ ₎₎ In the back of Daniel's mind, he had to wonder if that tongue action was necessary...But of course he didn't voice such. In stead, he gave a small bow of his head, kind smile never wavering. "Dino...That name fits you."

#dorkishencounters

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⊰☠⊱; ” Heya there — who tha’ hell is you?”he asked while giving the other a creepy smile.

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⁽⁽ ✬ ₎₎ And in response to that he's just going to carefully and cautiously smile right back-minus the creepiness. "I'm-Daniel...It's nice to meet you...kind sir." To shake hands or not to shake hands...that is the question.

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⊰☠⊱; ” Hey lil’ shits.”no,dino thats not how you greet people.

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⁽⁽ ✬ ₎₎ "O-Oh my, um...Good evening.." Why this.

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➥ Concern for himself was something Anthony was not used to. No one cared for a whore, at least that was the thoughts that ran through his head whenever someone tried to be kind to him. Past experiences show that people are only nice so they can get something in return later. So they can hold it against you for the rest of your life. He knows very well how this works, for his own parents were the ones who held saving him from the streets over his head for the whole time he lived with them.

He was so frightened by the hand shooting out to grab him, that Anthony’s whole body froze up, and each and every muscle in his fragile body went stiff. He had no expected this. He turned his head back, green gaze flickering to the stranger’s face, to judge his reaction and see his emotions, for only a second as they then darted to the floor. Never look someone in the eyes. That was something else that was burned into his mind. He’s grown up thinking his eyes were ugly and unworthy of being seen, so he makes sure to hide them as best as he can, whether that be with his bangs or keeping his head low and eyes on the ground.

Regrets… Yeah, Anthony has a lot of those. More than one should at a age as young as his, even though he was well past his teenaged years.

The lightening of the grasp had Anthony yanking his wrist free, and holding it to his chest like it was wounded. He was so confused by the gentle words, the pleading voice… It was all too new to him. He slowly took a deep breath, as he calmed his nerves and forcefully relaxed his muscles.

“What…?”

He breathed, wishing for the words to be repeated. He needed to hear them once more, to know that what he said was true. For he was sure this was just a trick. Why would some stranger want to help him out? Someone so freakish like him. He stepped back, but found that he wanted that hand to reach out and grab him again. He waned to be cared for, stopped, and forcefully made to eat or dress warmer.

He wanted more than anything someone to try hard for him.

But those were selfish wishes, and he knew better than to think of them, so for now he’d stare at the boy’s chest, with furrowed eyebrows and an uncertain glint to his hidden eyes.

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⁽⁽ ✬ ₎₎ He couldn't hide the momentary flicker of guilt that flashed over his features. To pull away so quickly, so desperately...he must have been horribly hurt in the past. There were 'I don't want to be touched' flinches and 'Please don't touch me' flinches; this man seemed to be haunted by the latter, too deeply for Daniel to ever comprehend. Just by watching and looking at him Daniel could tell.

And as he watched, Daniel instinctively wanted to reach out a hand, tenderly lift that chin up and brush back concealing bangs; he wanted...to see this man's face for some reason. Not just a glimpse, but to really gaze upon him. But the magi held back, strongly self conscious about where he touched and how. Frightening him held no worth.

Straightening his spine, Daniel held firm where he stood, sucking in a soft breath through his lips. The blue in his eyes brightened with a mixture of determination and pure honesty. "Can I, please, get you something to eat and into some warmer clothes?" 'And even after that...should I ask him about coming back with me? It doesn't appear like he's seen too many comfortable beds...' Mentally, Daniel chewed the idea around multiple times, considering every pro and con imaginable. No matter what route his mind went, Daniel always came back to one fact and one fact alone: this man needed help, and Daniel could offer it. He knew not how long or how effective such efforts might end up being, but-it was the thought and actions that counted, right?

Gently, as if going to pet a wild cat, Daniel extended his hand, waiting but not forcing any expectations. 'Somehow, I don't care if he finds me weird for wanting to help so persistently....Or maybe I really am weird. But how does it matter, anyway? I can't tell him that he can trust me. He'd never believe those words because he doesn't know me. But...I still...I really still...'

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thetieshavebeencut said: U-Uhm… I replied to that starter that you’d made last night… .///.,

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#ooc #/ SCREECHES LIKE A BANSHEE #The Walking Dead is on~!#/ flies off into the living room

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Oh no. Oh no. What was he supposed to do? His phone was dead, and he wasn’t sure if the stranger had a phone on him. He cursed his own laziness for not checking to see if his phone battery was full the night before. He looked so sick. He wasn’t sure if it was some kind of allergic reaction to something, or if this guy was just really sick to the point where he could die. At this point it looked like the latter of the two, and he really hoped that this stranger wouldn’t die right here.

Damn it, what was he saying? Gen had to read his lips carefully, but because of the blood and the fact that his voice was strained, it was hard to make out. But seeing his hands gesture towards the bag, he assumed there was something inside that could help. Due to the fact that manners were not important at his point, the deaf male quickly removed the straps from his bag and started to look for whatever he was speaking about.

Ah, wait. Wait. Pills. Pills! Medication. He needed his medication! Okay, okay. So this was good. This guy just needed to take his pills and he’d be fine. He opened the bottle of pills and gestured it towards the stranger. Gen wasn’t sure how many he needed to take, or if he needed water. Right now he was just wanting the other to swallow the ones he needed and get better immediately.

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⁽⁽ ✬ ₎₎ A third round of pain hit him again, mouth opening into a silent, sharp inhale, two seconds away from passing out right then and there. Even to his ringing ears Daniel could make out the sound of his haggard breathing, wet and wheezing as it was. His consciousness blared bleached white behind his eyelids, spots dancing everywhere. Had the stranger heard him?, he vaguely wondered, staring blindly at the, to him, uneven and shifting ground. Ah...

Daniel felt another body next to his own, and, miraculously, he managed to turn his head just enough so he could catch a hazy glimpse of a hand and bottle. Oh right, his medication! Daniel slowly but surely slid an arm out, forcing it to stay at least a little straight. His fingers made contact with skin, the stark contrast of body heat going unnoticed by Daniel. They scraped along the open mouth of the bottle, digging in with great difficulty and taking out two round blue pills; only luck permitted them from tumbling out of his palm.

Pushing his body into a slumped position on the wall-to make it easier for swallowing-, Daniel didn't even waste a moment before throwing his head back and tossing the pills into his mouth. Face contorting into a grimace of effort, successfully getting those tiny pills down his throat created much trouble for Daniel, inner muscles clenching and cutting off air enough as it was. Finally, however, he swallowed them, releasing a loud gasping noise; the magi waited out the remaining spasms, wrapping arms around himself and curling inward until they eventually subsided.

Weakly, Daniel unfolded, legs sliding out and arms falling into his lap limply. His breathing hadn't quite returned to normal yet, and a feverish flush occupied his cheeks. The trail of blood marking down his chin felt heavy and hot. Creaking open glassy blue eyes, Daniel croaked out, "T...T-Thank you...so much...I'm...sor...ry you...had to see that..."

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