👄 + orion
diabolus was in a room surrounded by bright, shiny things. more electronics than he could ever afford himself, more people than he had ever been close with, more promise for a future than he had ever let himself hope for literally being handed to him on a silver platter. and he wanted it so bad it ached his chest. if he wasn’t so stubborn against showing emotions, he’d go somewhere private and curl up in a ball to cry happy tears right now. and yet... “ i have a condition, “ he said, words coming out without thinking. this wasn’t something that was up for debate. “ i have a...” he had a what? what was orion? something so fundamentally tied to him that he refused to accept any future without him in it. “ i know someone. and he’s better than me in every way. “ the words were forced out. saying them outloud and making it known he wasn’t good enough for orion doubled down on the hurt. “ i won’t work here without him. you either find some safe job for him or i walk. “








