Declan hadn’t heard from Jiang in days. Not that it was unusual of course, but something in Declan’s chest felt off. He sat in his one bedroom apartment, trying to shake off that feeling when the sound of knocking pulled him out of thought.
Nothing could have prepared him for what was behind the door. There stood Jiang, covered in dirt, grass stains on his his pants, mud caked his boots. He looked like he had been.. crying? Or maybe he was high. It looked to be both. He stepped in past Declan and immediately started to take things off. Jiang was always overdressed, but now he seemed desperate.
“J-“ Declan walked over to try and help, but the man pulled away and looked up at him. He had never seen Jiang like this before. “What the hell happened?” Declan whispered, his soft voice seemed to be what sent Jiang over the edge.
His knees gave out and Declan had to catch him so he didn’t come crashing down. Sobs wracked Jiang’s frame, clutching Declan’s shirt. “He’s dead! Your stupid brother took him from us.” Declan blinked at that, trying to understand what his sobbing boyfriend was talking about.
He picked him up, softly clothes and boots be damned and sat down on the couch with him. Jiang cried for what felt like hours, and Declan just held him as he kept muttering about dragons and death and Declan knew for sure he was high.
He noticed Jiang’s hands had scratches on them that seemed irritated by dirt, and he looked down at his boyfriend, who was not just silent. Tears still tracking his face. “K is dead.” He said finally, and Declan stared in shock. “What? How-“
“Your brother just stood there. He called that fucking dream dragon down and it killed him.” Jiang looked like he was about to be sick. “I wasn’t.. I wasn’t fast enough this time.” His voice broke, and he curled up tighter, tears starting to fall again.
