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Them boys

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Collection of doodles that were supposed to be a comic but I lost my drive halfway into it! :’D 

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Won’t lie, might’ve made myself sad earlier thinking about these two, so I decided fluff was the best course of action.

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Oh, y'know, just Dannie being excited about land because cruises and seasickness :P

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Daniel x Quentin Drabble

For the first time in centuries, Daniel felt as if his control could be taken away from him.  Always smooth, suave, and collect.  The situation mattered very little, because he was always prepared. Daniel knew what move his opposition might make, and which they would chose. By then, he had already calculated many outcomes.  Now, though, he stared, mouth agape, at a simple human being.  A man with no real mythical talent, aside from his knack at spotting auras, and with no ill-intent aimed towards his being. He had come to know the doctor, Quentin, by chance, and had taken him in as a sort of sexual pet.  Not only did this seem to work in his favour, at the time, but it gave him a sort of escape away from the insanity that engulfed his workspace, and colleagues.  Never, had he intended to get close to the man, or see part of himself in those discoloured eyes.  When he had come to the realisation, that nothing he felt could be hidden from Quent, he had let this marvelous plan of a casual fuck dissolve. Now, the mythical fox was face to face with something he hated, and feared.  Daniel ran an unsteady hand through his hair and flashed a plastered on smile.  What was he supposed to say to that?  That love was a joke, and meant nothing at all?  Nothing would come of this relationship, and he had already stated that.  Yet, Quentin still felt the need to declare his feelings.  Perhaps that was the most unsettling of all. Love. Not his own, but that of the man's before him.  Daniel hadn't caught on right away, not until he had looked into those sincere orbs.  His heart sank and every witty phrase failed to register properly.  Someone loved him.  A man cared for him so deeply, so genuinely, that he didn't care to admit it -- to a madman, a murderer!  Who would fall in love with someone they knew to be dangerous?  It didn't add up. He laughed, a nervous sound even to his own ears, and found an unfamiliar emotions constricted his lungs.  Guilt, overwhelming sadness.  It left him feeling somewhat physically ill, enough so that he could have choked.  And for a split second, he let what he felt, flash across his handsome face. For once in his life, instead of facing what threatened him emotionally, and tearing it apart piece by piece, Daniel turned to leave.  His aura was an myriad of emotions, all chaotic. He didn't stop walking, even after the small building was well out of view. What should have been a joyous occasion for any normal couple, any half decent person, it served to be a crippling blow to the shape-shifter.  He had not planned on this.  Perhaps, once, he had thought of a means of escape, and usually that led to murder.  Now, walking away from a man that cared for him much unlike any other, Daniel was forced to question everything.  He could have something he had always craved, and give up on a war that would eventually end with his life fading against the backdrop of a violet curtain.  He could have his life, freedom, and the chance of starting over. For all of this, he would have to give up himself, and everything he had strived to keep.  He would be forced to be vulnerable, and the Insanity residing inside of him, would never let up.  Eventually, he would be completely consumed, and knowing that, he would eventually kill the poor man.  Daniel came to stop, just reaching the docks. He stared blankly ahead, and felt something inside himself shift.  Bile rose to his throat, followed by a cry he barely registered as his own.  The taste, the sound, they were both bitter.  Yet, in the few, brief, moments following his expel of emotions...he felt free.  His mind, and heart, didn't feel as though it were weighed down by some invisible force.  In that moment, he felt he could breathe easily, and take a rational look over his life. Yet, as always, that darkness resettled, and Daniel did nothing to combat it.  It was easier to deal with his wicked deeds, when something helped in making the choice.  He would, simply, have to kill the doctor before the relationship came to mean even more than he'd planned.