#damien starter

[welcometothesins-roleplay]

“You do realize most people don’t talk to me right? There’s a reason for that.” he said taking a sip of his beer.

[damiensills]

A Day in the Life

He should really make friends, he should. Talk to someone, give them a smile, hell even say something back when they spoke to him. But Damien didn’t. Speaking, interacting, it was useless, unless the person could give him some sort of value. Like the pretty blond lost girl who adored running her fingers over Damien’s map of scars, or the red head... Oh the red head. A sly smirk curled in on Damien’s face as he threw down the kills he caught earlier that day, three rabbit and a fox. This camp had a dynamic, and of course Damien had been assigned to hunting. Some of the kids still didn't understand the concept of killing, or even how to wield any sort of weapon.

But Damien knew all too well, killing had become second nature. 

He plopped down beside the kills and pulled the dagger from his back pocket, his dagger, the only personal belonging he was able to bring to this wretched island. Although the place had it perks, like the desperate lost girls seeking attention, Damien hate being held captive. He had been in captivity all his life, he escaped once, he was going to do it again. 

So thats what he thought of now, and almost every day, of ways to escape. Pan kept Neverland on a lock and key, but during his hunts Damien had been finding hidden places, new places, places Pan couldn't possibly see. Maybe he had been kidding himself, the all powerful demon knew everything, but Damien needed to be freed.

Or die, whichever came first he didn’t really care.

He twirled the dagger between his fingers a couple times before beginning to shave the first rabbit. Some kids still squirmed at the idea of gutting such a creature, but if not one did it, they’d all die. The gore was something Damien grew up with, something he almost enjoyed to see, but he could keep that to himself for now. 

Damien could hear the heart beat approaching. It was beating at normal speed, so this person was not afraid to approach him, sadly it didn’t sound like his cute blond friend, so a sigh emitted from his throat. Turning only slightly from the rabbit that quickly dripped its blood on him, he sent a glare to the person who was rudely interrupting his process. 

“Do you need something? If so, I’m busy.”

[feelvngsarchive-blog]

“it’s not that i’m scared of commitment, it’s more that i’m scared of everything that comes with it. wait, okay let me rephrase because that just contradicts itself. i just mean that i’m scared of the looks other people give me, the judgement, the ‘when are you going to get married’ ‘how many kids do you want’ ‘what made you fall in love’ of it all. i don’t like that other people feel entitled to my love life. i’m not scared of love, i’m just terrified that no one can tell me what it really is. what if i get it all wrong ??”

[notquiteabrothel-blog]

"You can fight me on this if you want, but I’ll stand by it. Nostalgia is the worst emotion.”