#t.davide

[ambivalent-auguries]

@lnured​

     Davide’s voice carried through the bar as he laughed sarcastically at the stranger debating him on whether mental health support services are vital or not. The other man made some flimsy argument about how one just had to take responsibility for themselves, before Davide cut in. He could feel other patrons’ eyes on him and the situation had escalated to the point of a would-be fight. 

     “You actually have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about,” Davide spoke, words laced with anger and eyes pinning the other down. And of all the things, that was what got a reaction from the stranger. He was promptly invited to step outside so the man could show him what he did know. 

[ambivalent-auguries]

@multimuseheart​

     Davide had always been paranoid. It was hard not to be when he knew the people he called family were probably after him for betraying the clan. However, this was different. He was not imagining it, it was not his anxiety getting out of control. He was followed. For weeks now, he had felt a lingering gaze on his back, although he could not pinpoint who it was or where exactly it came from. 

     He felt paranoid enough to even go to an old acquaintance who did private detective work on the side to look into it. Davide was aware he had enemies. Both from back home and more recently in his new hometown. Plenty of local gangs were riled up because of his work in lifting the community out of violence and drug use. If someone had marked him, he wouldn’t have been surprised. His friend’s search turned fruitless shortly, however. No trace of the mysterious figure Davide described. Was he imagining it all? If he was, that was bad. And as he walked towards his office, there it was again - the nagging feeling of someone’s eyes on his back. 

[ambivalent-auguries]

cont. from here / @ncxilia​

     Guilt makes Davide’s shoulders sink, as if under the power of an invisible weight, and all he can think is that this was not supposed to be how things ended. He remembers talking upon a time about soulmates and star crossed lovers. His knocks get louder, more desperate. Those were the early days, Davide still under the influence of Iliya’s charm. A curse sits on his lips. And he wonders why they found themselves here in the first place. He’s silently pleading now, something is wrong. He remembers; it was him... Distrusting, paranoid, possessive. 

     He didn’t want to show this side to Iliya. The insecure man looking over his shoulder was surely not the man Iliya liked to see. He is sure of it as he ponders breaking the door. But then... A creak and Iliya’s face comes into view. Pain is all that registers in Davide’s mind before he catches the other in an embrace, strong arms enveloping in the man in a secure hold. Just as he did on their first night together, Davide picks Iliya up, closing the door with his foot before walking straight towards the bed. The same bed they so many times spent days and nights in, enamoured... 

     “Iliya,” he beckons the other softly. The apartment is a mess, he realises. “Iliya, please,” he whispers as he cradles the other’s body, despair colouring his voice. He wonders briefly if Iliya had eaten or slept, his mind trying to find the reason behind the state the man is in. “Hey, hey, look at me,” he tries again as he caresses the man’s face. “You need to feed, Iliya,” he speaks in a low voice, guiding the other’s head towards his neck.