#daak

[wnewsguru]

(मेरठ में हाईटेंशन लाइन से टकराई डाक कावड़)

[tenfaceandthree]

Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. Damien held his hair in his hands tightly, willing himself not to cry anymore. Although everytime he thought back to it...

Barely acknowledged him besides the fact that he was being a doctor. Xe seemed so very interested in Max and had wanted to hug him and be happy with him and... not even a blush from the kiss. Xe always blushed from even the most chaste touches. Xe always smiled when he said mo ghrá. Xe loves him.

"God-da-mnit!" Damien sobbed, completely breaking down again. This was all his fault. If he just decided to mind his own damn business they'd be happy and together and maybe xe wouldn't be in the hospital right now.

"I don't deserve xem..." Xe loved him.

[tenfaceandthree]

Damien had to try at least five times before his hands were able to get through the intense shaking and get his twin on the phone. He needed his brother for once. He wouldn't able to get though this without him and if he didn't pick up-

"Aren't ye at work?" Devon finally answered, sounding like he had just rolled out of bed to get the phone. The thought was nearly enough to bring a smile to Damien's face.

"Yeah, yeah, I am and not'ing happened to me I just-"

Devon sat straight up, suddenly awake as he heard a clear sob over the line. He knew Damien cried all the time at work but not like that.

"Hey, hey, babaí, what's wrong?" Devon asked, a small tremor in his voice.

"Lennor tried to k-kill xemself!" Damien sobbed, hiding his face behind his sleeve. "T'ey said t'at x-xe is okay and xe'll r-recover fine but!!! What if t'ey're wrong?! What if somet'ing happens?! What if t'ey didn't care enough and it got infected?!"

There was another sob and Devon swallowed back the lump raising in his throat as he quickly went about his room, pulling on any clothing he could find. Leave it to Damien to worry about every worse possible outcome until he made himself a mess. But then again... it wasn't that far off was it? Adrian told them xemself that people like xem weren't cared for that much...

"Alright, alright, I'll be t'ere in 15? Maybe 20 dependin' on traffic."

"Okay..." Damien mumbled, trying to wipe away his tears. "Hurry, le do thoil, deartháir mór..."

"I will, I will." Devon answered, hanging up and grabbing his coat and keys. He couldn't believe this. Not his Adrian. Why would xe do something like that?! Why?! It wasn't because...

No. It wasn't that.

[tenfaceandthree]

Damien sighed as he stared down at his salad. He was in absolutely no mood to eat after his last patient, but Ace had apparently 'sacrificed my fingers for you to have some nice chicken in your salad and fruit for dessert young man' so he could suck it up. He felt like a kid-

"Did you hear about that kid that just got out of the ER?" One of the nurses whispered.

"That one redhead who tried to kill himself? He could've tried harder, don't need anymore of those people." The other giggled, checking around to see if anyone heard like she had just announced she was pregnant with the head's kid.

Damien's gripped onto the container tightly as terrifying thoughts raced through his mind. It wasn't anyone he could possibly know and yet...

"One of these days I'll kill my goddamn self."

Xe said it all the time but surely it was only a morbid joke, and 'those people' could mean anything! It didn't have to mean they were referring to a very specific tan, redheaded, Roma person... but...

Shoving his food back in the fridge, he hoisted up his book bag, gave the nurses a small smile and wave, and rushed out of the Commons. He could check. He could ask Ava to check and it wouldn't be Adrian. It couldn't be xem.

[tenfaceandthree]

"At least we're leavin' soon..." Damien laughed quietly. "It's so much easier to forget t'at t'ings and people exist when you're a whole sea away..."

[tenfaceandthree]

"What t'e fuck... why t'e fuck... I don't t'ink I can talk to t'em anymore... I don't even..." Damien sighed, rubbing his trembly arms. "What did t'at mean? Did I..."

[tenfaceandthree]

"Shawty I don't~ Mind-" Noble started, singing in Damien's ear.

"No. Go away."

[colonizationeffort]

The hunt

They had been chasing the gigantic beast for a whole day, when the sun had barely shone above the mountains they heard its roar. By the time the sky was pink and the shadow long they began the chase, but the beast was wily, intelligent even. it used its command of the winds to hide its track, to obscure their vision with coarse dust that clung to their clothes, and made breathing hard. But the shaman was with them and for every primal spell the beast flung, the shaman was there to apease the spirit of Dark and clear a path. By the time the moons began to rise, the beast was exhausted, as were the hunters, but they had herbal concoctions and extracts of other beasts to keep them going. It all ended with an almost sad spear between the neck plates, the great beast did not even put up a fight in the end.