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[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦

𝘚𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

𝘚𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦

𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦

𝘚𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

𝘚𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦

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[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

The Devil of Hells Kitchen was a force to be reckoned with.

Whispers and sightings had been seen throughout the city of a dangerous group lurking in the city– Seeking retribution, others to join their cause.. And that sounded like one thing in particular the vigilante was familiar with; The Hand. They hadn't caused trouble since Midland Circle, they'd taken care of it– Why now, why again?

For several nights he had just hidden in the shadows; listening, watching.. Tracking. Collecting information, memorizing heartbeats, movements. It was nothing he was used to before. This was.. Different. When he finally began to strike, it was from the shadows of the darkness.

They seemed like normal people.. Maybe they'd just gotten caught in something dark– Something wrong. He could hear an unfamiliar heartbeat lurking nearby, spectating. If he came any closer.. He could be dealt with.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He hears the other knock at the door, sticking his head out of the shower so the other can hear him better. "..Yeah. I'm– I'm alright." He calls out tiredly. This was longer than he was used to running around Hell's Kitchen at night, so he was a bit more tired that normal. He can't see it, but he has a tired smile. "That's fine." He calls out, stifling a yawn.

Maybe he'd actually sleep because of how utterly exhausted he was. "Thanks." Its still awhile before the sound of the running water shuts off and he wraps a towel around his slender waist, opening the door slightly to let the steam out. His hair is towel dried, usually combed back hair a mess of curls when he comes out in the tshirt and shorts, dragging a hand through his damp hair.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Jake drops the set of clothes and the medicine at the entrance to the bathroom, going back to sit in his chair while Matt finishes. It was relaxing in a way, getting to listen to someone else's nightly routine instead of sitting alone in his thoughts. The running water, it turning off, sounds of clothes being put on and the sink being used. He'd never had something like this before.]

[He'd His eyes widen when Matt opens the door, seeing the sheer amount of steam exit the space]

Woah- you tryin' to boil yourself alive in there or what? [Jake chuckles tiredly, eyeing the fresh scars littered across Matt's shoulders and chest. Some clearly weren't from tonight, but they were still fresh. Red and bruised, obviously ones that were proving difficult to recover from. Still, Jake thought he should check]

You feeling alright? [He speaks naturally, albeit a little tired. He was used to seeing large wounds on his own body, no reason to make Matt feel embarrassed about it] I still got the kit right here [he nods towards of first aid box, still sitting on the nightstand]

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"I'm fine– Just a little bruised. My head will heal just fine, not the first time ive taken a hit." He offers with a tired chuckle. "Helps with the soreness." He offers with a shrug of his shoulders, dragging fingers through his messy, damp curls. When he comes out, he sits crossed legged on the floor and shuts his eyes, going into a meditative state.

It had been helping speed up the healing process, since Midland Circle and his run in with Bullseye months ago. Damp curls fell around his closed eyes, breathing in and out slowly. He could feel eyes on him, but it didn't bother him much; not all of them had the privilege of a quick healing faster, so he often returned to the meditation techniques Stick had taught him from the Chaste.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

Well if you want to lay down I could... [Jake watches Matt sit down and close his eyes, the next thing he was about to say draining from his mind by confusion]

... What the hell is he doing? [Marc stands in the mirror by the door, his arms crossed as he stares at Matt]

Is he sleeping? [Khonshu perches closer on the edge of the bed, intrigue in his tone] Maybe he died? Jacob- go poke him with something, make sure he's still breathing.

Yeah, go give him mouth to mouth [Marc smirks]

[Jake's head snaps towards the mirror, glaring with flushed cheeks. He turns back to Matt, peering at him in slight concern.]

[He looked perfectly fine, chest rising and falling slowly, face peaceful, damp hair drying into soft waves. Jake didn't want to interrupt whatever was going on here, so instead he slowly moves out of the chair, sitting on the ground across from Matt quietly. He crosses his legs, giving complete moral support as he copy's the other man's posture. He tips his head to the side, studying him thoroughly for a moment. Maybe he was just missing something.]

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

Matt's trying not to let it distract him, unable to completely stifle the quiet chuckle that escapes him, hearing Marc teasing poor jake. "I'm trying to meditate, if you could stop teasing him, Marc." He can't hide the amusement in his tone as he lets the silence fall over the room once again. After a few minutes he couldn't stand it anymore– It was too constructing for this.

He disregards his shirt before returning to the meditative state, letting his thoughts clear before him. Marc was going to find out sooner rather than later, it didn't matter to hide them any longer. Soon enough he managed to drown out all the noise, focusing on keeping his heartbeat level.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Marc freezes in quiet shock, realizing that Matt could infact hear everything he was saying. It made sense- he could hear the bird too, why not him? He shoots Jake a glare, seeing him smirking ear to ear at Matt's defense. That quickly puts an end the teasing.]

[Marc and Jake study Matt's scars in unison, seeing the jagged lesions spread across Matt's chest, abdomen, and shoulders. Judging from their own experience, they could guess what most were from. Knife slashes, some sort of stab wounds, a bullet hole near his shoulder. Stories behind all of them, entirely a mystery]

[Marc finds himself sitting across from Matt, unable to hold in the question. Maybe it was just the lack of sleep making him so forward, maybe the crazy events of the day. Either way, he knew he felt safe, asking without judgement purely to know him] ... What are they from?

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He manages to get in ten minutes of meditation when Marc suddenly speaks up, and he can hear the shift of their words, their heartbeats. The question doesn't come as a surprise– He knows they must have scars of their own, despite the healing of the ceremonial armor. Clouded blue eyes blink open finally, letting his body relax. "..Which ones?" He knew he was covered in scars in quite a fes places– To his fights with the Hand, Bullseye, Midland Circle..

A hand pushes fiery curls out of his eyes, but it doesn't do much, much to his displeasure. He figures because of theor shared headspace, Marc must know the identity of daredevil now, too. There's a tired smile there, knowing Marc must trust him to some degree now, if he's not seemingly completely closed off to him anymore in that moment.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

... The ones on your chest. And across your side. [Marc studies them carefully. They looked like they were from the same battle, faded evenly with the clean line of an identical blade, the small scars of the stitches clearly done by someones measured hand. A professional.]

... You could have told me, you know. About [he gestures vaguely] all if this. Jake would have understood. I would have understood. [Marc looks down, mumbling a little as he speaks. He fidgets with the hem of his t shirt] You could have been honest with him.

[Matt must have not been wearing much armor when these scars happened, or maybe he was but it just wasn't good enough. Marc had been there himself, he knew what it was like to be outmatched. Daredevil did go missing a couple months ago too, Marc didn't really care at the time but Jake wouldn't shut up about it. Something horrible must have happened.]

... Why did you leave? [Marc pauses, looking up again] Daredevil. He went missing. Why.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He inhales sharply. "..I don't– I don't trust easily, Marc.. And I'm sure that's something youre familiar with yourself. I've lost a lot of people over the years, in this.. life. The reactions I've gotten when I tell people the truth.." he shakes his head, swallowing the lump in his throat.

"If you mean the healed ones– They were from my fight with Nobu, an immortal weapon of the Hand." He explains slowly, lips pressed together tightly. "I was lucky to be alive after that encounter‐ More across my back from that same fight." He admits quietly. "I didn't.. Have these nice suits for a long time, while being daredevil. After that run in with the Hand.." he trailed off.

At the question about Midland Circle, he sucked in a breath. "The defenders and I, we– blew up a building some time ago, to prevent the hand from getting to another source of immortality. Everyone else made it out, initially.. I didn't. I had to crawl out of a small opening it found before I was completely crushed. My injuries were.. Pretty bad. I spent months at the church healing, recovering. It took a long time before I was even close to healed enough to hit the streets again." He sighs.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

The Devil of Hells Kitchen was a force to be reckoned with.

Whispers and sightings had been seen throughout the city of a dangerous group lurking in the city– Seeking retribution, others to join their cause.. And that sounded like one thing in particular the vigilante was familiar with; The Hand. They hadn't caused trouble since Midland Circle, they'd taken care of it– Why now, why again?

For several nights he had just hidden in the shadows; listening, watching.. Tracking. Collecting information, memorizing heartbeats, movements. It was nothing he was used to before. This was.. Different. When he finally began to strike, it was from the shadows of the darkness.

They seemed like normal people.. Maybe they'd just gotten caught in something dark– Something wrong. He could hear an unfamiliar heartbeat lurking nearby, spectating. If he came any closer.. He could be dealt with.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He hears the other knock at the door, sticking his head out of the shower so the other can hear him better. "..Yeah. I'm– I'm alright." He calls out tiredly. This was longer than he was used to running around Hell's Kitchen at night, so he was a bit more tired that normal. He can't see it, but he has a tired smile. "That's fine." He calls out, stifling a yawn.

Maybe he'd actually sleep because of how utterly exhausted he was. "Thanks." Its still awhile before the sound of the running water shuts off and he wraps a towel around his slender waist, opening the door slightly to let the steam out. His hair is towel dried, usually combed back hair a mess of curls when he comes out in the tshirt and shorts, dragging a hand through his damp hair.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Jake drops the set of clothes and the medicine at the entrance to the bathroom, going back to sit in his chair while Matt finishes. It was relaxing in a way, getting to listen to someone else's nightly routine instead of sitting alone in his thoughts. The running water, it turning off, sounds of clothes being put on and the sink being used. He'd never had something like this before.]

[He'd His eyes widen when Matt opens the door, seeing the sheer amount of steam exit the space]

Woah- you tryin' to boil yourself alive in there or what? [Jake chuckles tiredly, eyeing the fresh scars littered across Matt's shoulders and chest. Some clearly weren't from tonight, but they were still fresh. Red and bruised, obviously ones that were proving difficult to recover from. Still, Jake thought he should check]

You feeling alright? [He speaks naturally, albeit a little tired. He was used to seeing large wounds on his own body, no reason to make Matt feel embarrassed about it] I still got the kit right here [he nods towards of first aid box, still sitting on the nightstand]

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"I'm fine– Just a little bruised. My head will heal just fine, not the first time ive taken a hit." He offers with a tired chuckle. "Helps with the soreness." He offers with a shrug of his shoulders, dragging fingers through his messy, damp curls. When he comes out, he sits crossed legged on the floor and shuts his eyes, going into a meditative state.

It had been helping speed up the healing process, since Midland Circle and his run in with Bullseye months ago. Damp curls fell around his closed eyes, breathing in and out slowly. He could feel eyes on him, but it didn't bother him much; not all of them had the privilege of a quick healing faster, so he often returned to the meditation techniques Stick had taught him from the Chaste.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

Well if you want to lay down I could... [Jake watches Matt sit down and close his eyes, the next thing he was about to say draining from his mind by confusion]

... What the hell is he doing? [Marc stands in the mirror by the door, his arms crossed as he stares at Matt]

Is he sleeping? [Khonshu perches closer on the edge of the bed, intrigue in his tone] Maybe he died? Jacob- go poke him with something, make sure he's still breathing.

Yeah, go give him mouth to mouth [Marc smirks]

[Jake's head snaps towards the mirror, glaring with flushed cheeks. He turns back to Matt, peering at him in slight concern.]

[He looked perfectly fine, chest rising and falling slowly, face peaceful, damp hair drying into soft waves. Jake didn't want to interrupt whatever was going on here, so instead he slowly moves out of the chair, sitting on the ground across from Matt quietly. He crosses his legs, giving complete moral support as he copy's the other man's posture. He tips his head to the side, studying him thoroughly for a moment. Maybe he was just missing something.]

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

Matt's trying not to let it distract him, unable to completely stifle the quiet chuckle that escapes him, hearing Marc teasing poor jake. "I'm trying to meditate, if you could stop teasing him, Marc." He can't hide the amusement in his tone as he lets the silence fall over the room once again. After a few minutes he couldn't stand it anymore– It was too constructing for this.

He disregards his shirt before returning to the meditative state, letting his thoughts clear before him. Marc was going to find out sooner rather than later, it didn't matter to hide them any longer. Soon enough he managed to drown out all the noise, focusing on keeping his heartbeat level.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Marc freezes in quiet shock, realizing that Matt could infact hear everything he was saying. It made sense- he could hear the bird too, why not him? He shoots Jake a glare, seeing him smirking ear to ear at Matt's defense. That quickly puts an end the teasing.]

[Marc and Jake study Matt's scars in unison, seeing the jagged lesions spread across Matt's chest, abdomen, and shoulders. Judging from their own experience, they could guess what most were from. Knife slashes, some sort of stab wounds, a bullet hole near his shoulder. Stories behind all of them, entirely a mystery]

[Marc finds himself sitting across from Matt, unable to hold in the question. Maybe it was just the lack of sleep making him so forward, maybe the crazy events of the day. Either way, he knew he felt safe, asking without judgement purely to know him] ... What are they from?

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He manages to get in ten minutes of meditation when Marc suddenly speaks up, and he can hear the shift of their words, their heartbeats. The question doesn't come as a surprise– He knows they must have scars of their own, despite the healing of the ceremonial armor. Clouded blue eyes blink open finally, letting his body relax. "..Which ones?" He knew he was covered in scars in quite a fes places– To his fights with the Hand, Bullseye, Midland Circle..

A hand pushes fiery curls out of his eyes, but it doesn't do much, much to his displeasure. He figures because of theor shared headspace, Marc must know the identity of daredevil now, too. There's a tired smile there, knowing Marc must trust him to some degree now, if he's not seemingly completely closed off to him anymore in that moment.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

The Devil of Hells Kitchen was a force to be reckoned with.

Whispers and sightings had been seen throughout the city of a dangerous group lurking in the city– Seeking retribution, others to join their cause.. And that sounded like one thing in particular the vigilante was familiar with; The Hand. They hadn't caused trouble since Midland Circle, they'd taken care of it– Why now, why again?

For several nights he had just hidden in the shadows; listening, watching.. Tracking. Collecting information, memorizing heartbeats, movements. It was nothing he was used to before. This was.. Different. When he finally began to strike, it was from the shadows of the darkness.

They seemed like normal people.. Maybe they'd just gotten caught in something dark– Something wrong. He could hear an unfamiliar heartbeat lurking nearby, spectating. If he came any closer.. He could be dealt with.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He hears the other knock at the door, sticking his head out of the shower so the other can hear him better. "..Yeah. I'm– I'm alright." He calls out tiredly. This was longer than he was used to running around Hell's Kitchen at night, so he was a bit more tired that normal. He can't see it, but he has a tired smile. "That's fine." He calls out, stifling a yawn.

Maybe he'd actually sleep because of how utterly exhausted he was. "Thanks." Its still awhile before the sound of the running water shuts off and he wraps a towel around his slender waist, opening the door slightly to let the steam out. His hair is towel dried, usually combed back hair a mess of curls when he comes out in the tshirt and shorts, dragging a hand through his damp hair.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Jake drops the set of clothes and the medicine at the entrance to the bathroom, going back to sit in his chair while Matt finishes. It was relaxing in a way, getting to listen to someone else's nightly routine instead of sitting alone in his thoughts. The running water, it turning off, sounds of clothes being put on and the sink being used. He'd never had something like this before.]

[He'd His eyes widen when Matt opens the door, seeing the sheer amount of steam exit the space]

Woah- you tryin' to boil yourself alive in there or what? [Jake chuckles tiredly, eyeing the fresh scars littered across Matt's shoulders and chest. Some clearly weren't from tonight, but they were still fresh. Red and bruised, obviously ones that were proving difficult to recover from. Still, Jake thought he should check]

You feeling alright? [He speaks naturally, albeit a little tired. He was used to seeing large wounds on his own body, no reason to make Matt feel embarrassed about it] I still got the kit right here [he nods towards of first aid box, still sitting on the nightstand]

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"I'm fine– Just a little bruised. My head will heal just fine, not the first time ive taken a hit." He offers with a tired chuckle. "Helps with the soreness." He offers with a shrug of his shoulders, dragging fingers through his messy, damp curls. When he comes out, he sits crossed legged on the floor and shuts his eyes, going into a meditative state.

It had been helping speed up the healing process, since Midland Circle and his run in with Bullseye months ago. Damp curls fell around his closed eyes, breathing in and out slowly. He could feel eyes on him, but it didn't bother him much; not all of them had the privilege of a quick healing faster, so he often returned to the meditation techniques Stick had taught him from the Chaste.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

Well if you want to lay down I could... [Jake watches Matt sit down and close his eyes, the next thing he was about to say draining from his mind by confusion]

... What the hell is he doing? [Marc stands in the mirror by the door, his arms crossed as he stares at Matt]

Is he sleeping? [Khonshu perches closer on the edge of the bed, intrigue in his tone] Maybe he died? Jacob- go poke him with something, make sure he's still breathing.

Yeah, go give him mouth to mouth [Marc smirks]

[Jake's head snaps towards the mirror, glaring with flushed cheeks. He turns back to Matt, peering at him in slight concern.]

[He looked perfectly fine, chest rising and falling slowly, face peaceful, damp hair drying into soft waves. Jake didn't want to interrupt whatever was going on here, so instead he slowly moves out of the chair, sitting on the ground across from Matt quietly. He crosses his legs, giving complete moral support as he copy's the other man's posture. He tips his head to the side, studying him thoroughly for a moment. Maybe he was just missing something.]

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

Matt's trying not to let it distract him, unable to completely stifle the quiet chuckle that escapes him, hearing Marc teasing poor jake. "I'm trying to meditate, if you could stop teasing him, Marc." He can't hide the amusement in his tone as he lets the silence fall over the room once again. After a few minutes he couldn't stand it anymore– It was too constructing for this.

He disregards his shirt before returning to the meditative state, letting his thoughts clear before him. Marc was going to find out sooner rather than later, it didn't matter to hide them any longer. Soon enough he managed to drown out all the noise, focusing on keeping his heartbeat level.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

The Devil of Hells Kitchen was a force to be reckoned with.

Whispers and sightings had been seen throughout the city of a dangerous group lurking in the city– Seeking retribution, others to join their cause.. And that sounded like one thing in particular the vigilante was familiar with; The Hand. They hadn't caused trouble since Midland Circle, they'd taken care of it– Why now, why again?

For several nights he had just hidden in the shadows; listening, watching.. Tracking. Collecting information, memorizing heartbeats, movements. It was nothing he was used to before. This was.. Different. When he finally began to strike, it was from the shadows of the darkness.

They seemed like normal people.. Maybe they'd just gotten caught in something dark– Something wrong. He could hear an unfamiliar heartbeat lurking nearby, spectating. If he came any closer.. He could be dealt with.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He hears the other knock at the door, sticking his head out of the shower so the other can hear him better. "..Yeah. I'm– I'm alright." He calls out tiredly. This was longer than he was used to running around Hell's Kitchen at night, so he was a bit more tired that normal. He can't see it, but he has a tired smile. "That's fine." He calls out, stifling a yawn.

Maybe he'd actually sleep because of how utterly exhausted he was. "Thanks." Its still awhile before the sound of the running water shuts off and he wraps a towel around his slender waist, opening the door slightly to let the steam out. His hair is towel dried, usually combed back hair a mess of curls when he comes out in the tshirt and shorts, dragging a hand through his damp hair.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Jake drops the set of clothes and the medicine at the entrance to the bathroom, going back to sit in his chair while Matt finishes. It was relaxing in a way, getting to listen to someone else's nightly routine instead of sitting alone in his thoughts. The running water, it turning off, sounds of clothes being put on and the sink being used. He'd never had something like this before.]

[He'd His eyes widen when Matt opens the door, seeing the sheer amount of steam exit the space]

Woah- you tryin' to boil yourself alive in there or what? [Jake chuckles tiredly, eyeing the fresh scars littered across Matt's shoulders and chest. Some clearly weren't from tonight, but they were still fresh. Red and bruised, obviously ones that were proving difficult to recover from. Still, Jake thought he should check]

You feeling alright? [He speaks naturally, albeit a little tired. He was used to seeing large wounds on his own body, no reason to make Matt feel embarrassed about it] I still got the kit right here [he nods towards of first aid box, still sitting on the nightstand]

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"I'm fine– Just a little bruised. My head will heal just fine, not the first time ive taken a hit." He offers with a tired chuckle. "Helps with the soreness." He offers with a shrug of his shoulders, dragging fingers through his messy, damp curls. When he comes out, he sits crossed legged on the floor and shuts his eyes, going into a meditative state.

It had been helping speed up the healing process, since Midland Circle and his run in with Bullseye months ago. Damp curls fell around his closed eyes, breathing in and out slowly. He could feel eyes on him, but it didn't bother him much; not all of them had the privilege of a quick healing faster, so he often returned to the meditation techniques Stick had taught him from the Chaste.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

The Devil of Hells Kitchen was a force to be reckoned with.

Whispers and sightings had been seen throughout the city of a dangerous group lurking in the city– Seeking retribution, others to join their cause.. And that sounded like one thing in particular the vigilante was familiar with; The Hand. They hadn't caused trouble since Midland Circle, they'd taken care of it– Why now, why again?

For several nights he had just hidden in the shadows; listening, watching.. Tracking. Collecting information, memorizing heartbeats, movements. It was nothing he was used to before. This was.. Different. When he finally began to strike, it was from the shadows of the darkness.

They seemed like normal people.. Maybe they'd just gotten caught in something dark– Something wrong. He could hear an unfamiliar heartbeat lurking nearby, spectating. If he came any closer.. He could be dealt with.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He hears the other knock at the door, sticking his head out of the shower so the other can hear him better. "..Yeah. I'm– I'm alright." He calls out tiredly. This was longer than he was used to running around Hell's Kitchen at night, so he was a bit more tired that normal. He can't see it, but he has a tired smile. "That's fine." He calls out, stifling a yawn.

Maybe he'd actually sleep because of how utterly exhausted he was. "Thanks." Its still awhile before the sound of the running water shuts off and he wraps a towel around his slender waist, opening the door slightly to let the steam out. His hair is towel dried, usually combed back hair a mess of curls when he comes out in the tshirt and shorts, dragging a hand through his damp hair.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

The Devil of Hells Kitchen was a force to be reckoned with.

Whispers and sightings had been seen throughout the city of a dangerous group lurking in the city– Seeking retribution, others to join their cause.. And that sounded like one thing in particular the vigilante was familiar with; The Hand. They hadn't caused trouble since Midland Circle, they'd taken care of it– Why now, why again?

For several nights he had just hidden in the shadows; listening, watching.. Tracking. Collecting information, memorizing heartbeats, movements. It was nothing he was used to before. This was.. Different. When he finally began to strike, it was from the shadows of the darkness.

They seemed like normal people.. Maybe they'd just gotten caught in something dark– Something wrong. He could hear an unfamiliar heartbeat lurking nearby, spectating. If he came any closer.. He could be dealt with.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Good luck taking them out." He shakes his head. "They murdered the love of my life, and she died in my arms, my mentor, Stick– Something had to give, even if it wouldn't last." He said quietly, eyes downcast. It was a bit more nuanced than that, though. Complicated. "Ive been trying to rid the city for years, even with Iron Fists help.. It hasn't been wholly fruitful." His expression softens at his words. "Que cariño.."

He drags fingers through his messy, sweaty hair out of habit. "So, since we're here– What am I supposed to wear? I don't suppose you have any sunglasses lying around." He chuckles. He felt so.. exposed, like this. "You haven't made me me nervous, by the way.. I just never know what to expect when I drop something like that on foggy out of nowhere." He admits, figeting with the edge of his shirt. "How's your shoulder, by the way? I know with your healing factor it might be pretty healed, but that was a nasty claw mark you got."

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Jake rolls back down his sleeves with a smile, re buttoning the cuffs. He gives his shoulder a slight roll to test it] Barely even feel it anymore [he smirks] gonna take more than a couple jackals to keep me down

Oh, right [he laughs sheepishly, re summoning the suit and opening the window, scouting] ... I'll be back in ten. There's gotta be at least a couple stores open that I can pay in heroics [he turns back towards Matt, smiling earnestly] You'll be alright without me?

[he climbs up into the window, ready to jump into the night breeze. He smirks] Volveré antes de que te des cuenta

-

[Jake climbs back thru the window ten minutes later, a bag slung over his shoulder. He un summons the suit with a grin] Mission success! We're gonna be looking real sharp tomorrow if ya ask me

[he opens the bag, laying out the various clothes on the bed next to Matt. Button ups for both of them- half in red, of course-, two t shirts and shorts, a pair of pants for Matt, a bottle of pain meds, and sunglasses]

[he chuckles] Now they aren't as fancy as your other ones but I also can't imagine you lookin' bad in anything so [he holds the pair out to him with a smile. This was really the first time he'd gotten to see Matt's eyes up close. How lovely they were, a perfect misty blue] ... You don't have to put them on now though. Unless you want to.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He watches him roll his sleeves up, teeth digging into his lower lip at the sight. "That's comforting, at least– Knowing you heal up pretty quickly." He murmured. He watches him, rolling his eyes fondly.

"You should let me touch the suit sometime.. I'm curious what it looks like." He chuckled. "Be safe, mis luna." While he's gone he surveys the room, going to the bathroom to splash cold water on his face, exhaling a slow breath.

When he hears him come back in, he's sitting on the edge of the bed, looking up at him. He breathes a sigh of relief almost when he's handed a pair of sunglasses. "It just.. makes me feel exposed if I don't have them on. I know you won't stare for those reasons, but.. It's kind of a crutch." He admits softly.

His hand runs over the fabric of the clothes laid out, and he tries to hide the grimace. It's not quite as bad as regular cotton, but.. It might be slightly more tolerable. "You gonna just hold my hand since I don't have a cane here?" He teases, chuckling softly.

Before he has a chance to answer right away, he tugs him down by his shirt, pressing his mouth against his in a feverish kiss, pushing his other hand into his curls softly; unable to help himself any longer.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Jake watches Matt earnestly as he talks about his need for the glasses. Jake understands why he might want them as an aid, though he hopes it wasn't because of something unkind someone might have said in the past. Matt didn't deserve to feel bad about himself] Entiendo mi luz. Solo quiero que sepas que te amo, con ellos o sin ellos.

[He walks closer to the bed, offering out a section on of his cape for Matt to hold with a smile] Here- feel it. Hopefully the texture is ok for ya, Khonshu never really told me what it was made out of [he chuckles, the magical properties of the fabric being far beyond anything he could describe. He hadn't put much thought into it before, but the suit always felt very soft and breathable to him, keeping him slightly cool even under the relentless desert sun. It was incredibly light as well- when he wasn't struggling to keep it summoned at least.]

[Jake smirks] Well, if there's anybody's hand I'd like to hold it'd be you- [he's cut off, being pulled into the most wonderful kiss. He brings a hand up to Matt's cheek, gently caressing the fiery red hair behind his ear. He wraps another hand around his partners back carefully, pausing once he feels the fabric of Matt's undershirt. He pulls back slightly with a small chuckle] Matty, is this silk?

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He's disappointed when the other suddenly pulls away from the kiss, face flushed heavily, even more so at Jake's question. He feels the warmth flood to his cheeks, face practically burning. "..Yeah." He mumbles against him, flustered. Nobody's ever questioned the.. luxuriousness of the clothes he's wore before, so it catches him off guard.

"Regular fabric feels like.. Sandpaper, on my skin because of my.. heightened senses. Everything I wear is custom made because of it." And sleeps on, but they didn't have to get into that right now. He takes the opportunity to smooth his hands along the suit, pleasantly surprised.

Fingers run over the crescent moon on his chest, feeling the hieroglyphics carved into it. Hands run down his legs where he can reach, feeling more indented in the fabric before his hands settled on his waist, feeling the raised fabric, a curious hum escaping him. Hands slide back up his stomach before feeling the mask around his face, his eyes. "You certainly have an.. interesting suit." He hums.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Jake stands still as Matt takes in the suit, also offering his wrapped hands, cape, and hood for examination. He blushes as Matt feels his mask, moving to gently hold the others hands against his bandaged face, near the warm heat of his glowing eyes]

[Jake smiles under the mask] What? You don't like it? [He chuckles] well don't let Khonshu hear you say that. I'm not sure he'll let me wear anything else. Besides [he smirks] you're one to talk with the silk lined devil horns.

Sandpaper? [Jake gets a little worried at that, thinking through everything. How horrible that must be] Is this ok? [He gestures to his own suit, turning towards the new clothes on the bed] or these? I'll find you something else mi vida- I can't have you being uncomfortable all day. [Jake looks around- the towels in the bathroom, the blankets on the bed, the sheets. Matt didn't even have suitable pajamas to wear. He pulls him a little closer in concern] Matty, are gonna be able to sleep tonight? You can't just stay in your sweaty suit

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"It's.. softer than I would've imagined it to be. The intricate engravings.. Do you know what they say?" He asked curiously, tilting his head. His face flushes hot at the others teasing. "Egyptian cotton isn't quite as bad as what they make in america.. But it's still cotton." He rubbed the back of his neck with a sigh.

"My senses are as much of a hindrance as they are a super power, im afraid.. I'll manage if I have to." He knew he appeared a bit high maintenance because of his.. expensive preferences. It wasn't like he slept well most nights despite it; often working himself to exhaustion on patrol, coming home to pass out til morning. "Don't.. I can try to manage. You've already done more than enough tonight." He murmured softly.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

It says 'rise and live again as my fist of vengeance. My Moon Knight.' It's printed on all of our suits... Well. it was. [Jake chuckles a little] One of the old birds favorite sayings other than just insultin' us. Kinda surprised he didn't put somethin' more offensive on here, but whatever

[He looks down at Matt softly, his voice a gentle whisper] Are you still injured? In pain? I got all the medical stuff right here for ya. [He nods towards the kit sitting on the bed, the box of meds he brought laying nearby]

[he smiles at him warmly] I can patch you up, and then you can go shower and change into some fresh clothes. That's gotta help a little, right?

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"It sounds like an endearment more than anything else– Possessive." He raises an eyebrow, intrigued by the information more than anything else. He chuckles softly. "He's had nothing but praise about you when he's spoken to me about you specifically."

He flushes. "I think I'm alright– Just a bit bruised aside from my head, which is fine. You know what would really make me feeling better though?" He hums, hands cupping his face again. When he opens his mouth to respond he grins, dragging him greedily into another kiss, satisfied as fingers thread through those curls once again with a pleased hum.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

Oh really? [Jake smirks, unable to hide the feeling of pride in his chest] Well I always knew I was the favorite

[He's interrupted, pulled in suddenly by eager hands. He leans in for a moment, smiling against him before moving away] woahwoahwoah- [Jake pulls away gently with soft laughter, running his fingers thru the others hair lovingly] Cariño you need to rest. Please, go lay down. I need to make sure you're alright.

... I'll be right back [Jake walks away, giving him a quick forehead kiss before grabbing one of the t shirts and shorts off of the bed and going to the bathroom to change. He shuts the door, washing his face and hands in the sink before taking off his sweaty clothes and checking himself for injuries. He changes, running a hand through his curls as he looks in the mirror. This would do for keeping watch]

[Jake exits the bathroom after a couple minutes, turning off the lights and pulling up a chair next to the opposite side of the bed quietly, facing the door. He sits down, leaning back as he gets a layout of the room. One door, two windows, easy enough to keep an eye on. The sun had already set hours ago, it wouldn't be too long until morning. As long as Matt got some rest, that's what mattered.]

Hey, [Jake turns to look over at Matt, whispering with a tired smile] did you need anything?

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"His compliments are.. something, that's for sure." He shakes his head at the thought. He pouts at him when jake suddenly pulls away, offended. He rolled his eyes under the glasses, grumbling. "If I didn't know any better I'd say you're the one who hit your head." He huffed. When he came back, he couldn't take it anymore.

The stickiness of his clothes, making a face. It doesn't take him long to stand to his feet, practically clawing off his sweaty shirt. He makes his way to the bathroom, turning on the hot shower. He leaves the door the tiniest bit ajar, shimmying out of his pants and boxers, before stepping under the stream, letting his eyes fall shut a moment.

He sniffs each of the soaps in the bathroom, deciding on which one is the least harsh against his senses. He's careful around the still healing scars, grimacing. When he rinses the soap off his skin and his hair, he resigns to sitting on the floor of the shower head tipped back; just letting the steaming hot shower soothe his sore muscles.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Jake sits and watches the front door as Matt showers, still and quiet. There was a slight wind outside, every so often hitting one of the windows and causing it to rattle. It was a quiet thing, would have been easily drowned out by any day to day activity or even a conversation. But in the peace of the room, it sounded like thunder.]

[Jake didn't want to admit how often he did this. Sitting in a chair at an ungodly hour, keeping watch over nothing. He knew it was stupid, it wasn't like he'd ever prevented anything in recent years doing it, but still he couldn't stop. The memories of the times he had to keep watch consume him- On the battlefield, in the desert. When Marc couldn't stand a moment longer, that's when Jake came in. He had to protect them. Protect the body. Protect their peace. And now, he had to protect Matt]

[the wind dies down again as Jake turns his attention to the bathroom. He could still hear the shower going, but there was no longer any sounds of movement. Matt hadn't fallen or something, had he?]

[a little panic stirs in him, he leans back in the chair a little, looking towards the bathroom door] Hey Matty, everything ok? [He speaks calmly, not even putting in the regular effort to carry his voice thru the small crack of the door or over the sounds of running water. Something told him Matt would still be listening.]

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

The sound of the others voice dragged him out of it, if only for a moment. "I'm alright." Though, he doesn't know if it's truly loud enough for Jake to hear– But he's so exhausted that he can't find the strength to strain his voice any louder. His hair is slicked back in the shower, his body leaned against the wall. He didn't often have the opportunities to take long, hot showers like this back at his apartment in Hell's Kitchen.

His eyes were slipped closed, sighing in content at the feeling of the steaming hot water soothing the soreness of his muscles. He had his arms wrapped around himself, hugging his knees to his chest. It sure had turned into a wild week, hadn't it? He'd have to bring Foggy something back as proof, he thought. He lets his shoulders finally sag, heaving a heavy sigh.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

[@khonshus-favorite-son for Matt]

From: https://www.tumblr.com/horrificmemes/178528045986/send-me-cant-sleep-to-have-a-tired?source=share

"Can't sleep?" (Your choice if it's Matt or Jake having trouble!)

He'd been so out of it he hadn't even heard Jake enter the room. He nearly jumped out of his skin, startled. "Sorry, I.. Didn't mean to wake you by getting up." He muttered softly. He was curled up on the couch with one of the spare blankets around his shoulders, hair messy from waking up.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Jake had been standing in the doorway for a couple minutes now, just watching. He knew something was up when Matt kept tossing and turning- maybe just sore or uncomfortable- but now he knew there was something else to it.]

No need to apologize mi luz. [Jake walks over to the sofa with a soft smile, sitting down next to Matt and running a hand thru his messy ginger waves.]

... What's on your mind?

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He seemed to relax when he felt fingers carding through his messy hair, involuntarily leaning into the touch. "..Can't sleep." He mumbles. More nightmares. He thought he'd managed to get up without startling the other awake, but apparently not. He looked exhausted. Even after patrolling for hours, he still managed to toss and turn.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Jake hums unconvinced, smirking at him tiredly as he continues playing with his hair] That's not really an answer, Matty

[Sitting here in the dim light of the living room, Matt looked like he'd gotten the life sucked out of him. Hunched over, the blanket wrapped tight. Jake knew he certainly hadn't slept much, being anxiously stirred every time Matt shifted. He should have known something was off sooner]

[he tilts his head to the side slightly, voice quiet as he carefully pries] ... What did you dream about

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Yknow.. You're the first person who's had the privilege to call me that since Stick died." He muttered softly. He inhales sharply at the question, eyes darting downward. "Please.. Don't make me talk about it. Not right now." He pleads quietly, swallowing the lump in his throat. He had hoped since he hadn't screamed that he wouldn't wake him up. He seemed to draw the blanket around himself tighter, if that was possible.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[His expression softens seeing Matt get more upset, his chest tightening] We don't have to talk about it. I'm sorry. [He pulls the other in, guiding his head into his shoulder as he rubs a hand over his back slowly]

[Jake silently kicks himself. He should have realized. Usually Matt would scream when he had a nightmare, kicking at the blankets and sobbing. That always woke Jake up- and he was greatful for it- always trying to help. But tonight, Matt was probably planning on being out here alone. Silently waiting for morning, drowning in his own demons]

... You should have woken me. [Jake mumbles into Matt's shoulder softly]

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He sucked in a shaky breath as he was pulled against him, hiding his face in his shoulder. "Didn't wanna wake you up.." he mutters quietly. Jake didn't get enough sleep as it is, he was trying not to deprived him of it more if he could get away with it. Slowly he began to unfurl himself as he found himself relaxing against him, exhaling a heavy sigh.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Jake pulls back just enough to look at him, reaching to hold Matt's face in his palms, worried he might fall forward from exhaustion.]

I don't want to be sleepin' if you can't. It wouldn't be right. [He speaks gently, thumb tracing the burn scars around his eyes, noting the still viable indent on his nose from glasses sitting far too long.]

... What do you need right now? We don't have to talk 'bout it.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He relaxed beneath his touch when hands gently cradled his face, looking up at him wearily. While jake had stayed in the other room for a few minutes after he'd initially gotten up, he'd been coming down from a panic attack. "I.." he sighed heavily, biting the inside of his cheek. "I don't know." He admitted quietly.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[That bad, huh? It wasn't often Matt was so unsure of himself. Most of the time, he still wanted to fight after being injured, still wanted to go into work after a hard loss. It took a lot to rattle him like this, a combination of exhaustion and what Jake could only imagine were the worst horrors his mind could subject him to.]

You don't have to know, mi vida. We're here now, we're safe. [He smiles softly, feeling him lean into the touch] I'm glad I woke up. Not seein' you for eight hours every night is kinda a bummer [he teases gently]

[he whispers softly] Would you like to rest, or do you need a distraction?

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He flushes softly at the others teasing, a tired chuckle escaping him. "I don’t think I can go back to sleep right now." He muttered against him, despite the clear exhaustion from not sleeping well for the past several hours. He inhales a shaky breath, hiding his face against his shoulder. He was grateful he didn't have to be alone in the moment, despite feeling guilty he was interrupting their sleep too because of it. His body had finally seemed to calm down however, instead of taking hours like it usually would've.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Jake let's him lean against him for a moment, savoring the moment as the idea comes. He smirks after a moment, carefully leaning Matt off of him and getting up] I have an idea. I'll be right back-

[Jake walks over to the record player, putting on Matt's favorite without hesitation. He adjusts the sound, making it gentle on the others ears.]

Dance with me? [He holds out a hand, already grinning]

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He raised an eyebrow, watching him stand up. He yawned, rubbing his eyes sleepily. He was still utterly exhausted, but the last thing he was interested right now was sleep. He blinks at the offer, flushing softly. Regardless, he lets him pull him to his feet. "It's four in the morning, you know.." he chuckles quietly.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[he chuckles happily, bringing Matt to his feet and pulling him closer] Exactly. No better time for dancin'.

[It's nothing exciting, just slow familiar steps. Jake leads them around the living room in relaxed circles, falling into the most lovely rhythm. Even now, both in their pajamas and heavily sleep deprived, the moment felt perfect.]

[He smirks, murmuring quietly as they move around the space] How was I supposed to pass you up

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

A startled chuckle escapes him when hes pulled flush against him, messy curls framing his face like a halo in the light of the living room, softly lit by the billboard outside. "You're a sap, you know.." he murmured, voice soft. "Jakeee.." he hides his face in his shoulder, flustered by his words.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[He chuckles softly, pulling him even closer] What? I'm not allowed to speak the truth?

[he smirks, murmuring between them] Well Matty, listen to my heart when I say you look wonderful tonight [he attempts to spin his partner around, albeit a bit awkward because of the height difference, followed by dipping him backwards. He holds him there comfortably for a moment, feeling his chest swell just seeing him smile]

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

A noise of surprise escapes him when he's suddenly spun around, the moonlight illuminating the warmth blossoming across his cheeks to neatly match his hair. A startled laugh escapes him, expression softening. "Who knew the fist of vengeance was such a romantic?" He can't help but tease him a little.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Jake smiles at him, pulling him back up to his feet] Only for you mi corazón.

[He leads Matt back to his spot on the sofa as the song ends, reaching to stop the record before the next. Given any other circumstance he would have continued dancing, but Matt needed his rest. Maybe he could even convince him to skip work or take a half day, but that would be harder fought. If Matt loved anything it was working dispite his sleep schedule.]

Feelin' any better? [Jake sits down next to him again, moving to cuddle him back up in the discarded blanket with a soft smile.]

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He chuckles as hes pulled back to stand up, his expression softening. "Hmm.." He ended up curled up next to him, head rested against his shoulder. They were both still exhausted. He stifled another yawn, ending up with his legs thrown over the others lap. Usually he would stay up until his body gave in again, but something told him Jake wasn't letting that happen.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Jake hums contently, wrapping one arm around Matt's back and looping the other under the outstretched legs across his lap. He stands up with a grunt, carrying Matt with him] C'mon counselor. Let's get you to bed.

[Jake walks them to the bedroom, carefully setting Matt down on his side of the mattress. He pulls back up the covers, tucking them in around Matt's shoulders. He sits next to him for a moment, giving him a sleepy smile] Did you want me to watch over you tonight? [He would, say up all night if needed, as long as Matt got some peace of mind.]

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

A startled noise escapes the back of his throat when he's suddenly being carried back to the bedroom, rolling his eyes fondly with a chuckle. "You need sleep too, you know." He murmured softly. He pulled back the covers, pulling the other underneath with him. He found himself curling up to him, one thigh over the others waist with his head on his chest.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

Moon Knight is ever vigilant, or at least that's what the bird would say [he teases quietly, making sure Matt is comfortable, ear over his heartbeat. He lays in silence for a moment, pulling the blankets back over Matt's shoulders]

[he whispers softly, not trying to push too much. He plays with Matt's hair absentmindedly as he speaks] ... Are you sure you don't wanna talk about it? We don't gotta if it's too painful, I just don't want you having a heavy conscious before sleep. That's all.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Jake.." it's quietly pleading; silently telling that he couldn't talk about it– Not right now. He hides his face in his chest, one hand curled against him and lightly clinging to the others shirt. All he wanted needed right now was for him to lay there abd hold him; maybe then he'd be able to get some rest before he had to go in in a few hours..

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Jake gets the message quickly, moving to wrap his other arm around his partner and hold him securely. He speaks quietly, not wanting to wake Matt up any further] Lo siento, mi cielo. Rest now, I gotcha.

[After only a couple minutes he can feel himself start to drift off, the light intermittent sleep getting to him faster than usual. He tries to stay awake just a few minutes longer, making sure he hears Matt's breathing slow and relax into rest first. He knew tomorrow would be a bit of a challenge, but maybe Matt could still get a couple hours.]

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

If doesn't take long for matt to fall back asleep after that, feeling his eyes get heavy and the exhaustion finally dragging him under. His body finally relaxes against him, all the tension finally melting away. Half the time nightmares didn't even wake him anymore, others.. They were nights like this. He sighs in content, snuggling up against him as he drifts off into a peaceful sleep.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

[@khonshus-favorite-son]

[from: https://www.tumblr.com/frxckinggxre-blog/153666957615/send-to-find-my-muse-drenched-in-blood-after?source=share]

🔪🔪 Or 🔪 The angst is up to you!

Matt sat in the bathtub of their shared place ij Egypt, still trembling, arms curled around himself. He was still in his suit that was drenched in blood, breathing erratic. He had killed someone. It was an accident. There had been too many of them, he'd been surrounded– If he hadn't defended himself, he would've died.

They ambushed where they were staying in search of Moon Knight, but they'd found Daredevil instead– He said he'd meet him back there. There were dropped bodies in the main bedroom, blood trailing from there to the bathroom.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He inhales a ragged breath, burying his face in his hands momentarily, trying to give himself a moment. Marc didn't need to see him cry right now, bursting at the seams. It was more than self defense, he couldn't lie to himself. If it was, the room wouldn't be piled with dead bodies. Hearing they were looking for moon knight, he just.. snapped. He couldn't let them leave.

"If it had been self defense, they would still be alive." His voice is quiet, threatening to crack again. The last time hed toed that line, he'd had someone to stop him.. But not this time. "..There were too many of them, I.." He squeezed his eyes shut tightly, swallowing thickly. He knows what he's done– He massacred them. "I.. I was going to leave them alive but I just–" snapped. After the things they'd say they'd do to them..

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Marc watches him quietly, face falling as he tries to wrap his head around Matt's self deprecating logic] Matt they broke into our room. How was that not self defense? They came at you when you were alone and didn't expect it- they deserved what they got.

You just what? [Marc looks at him, brow furrowed. He'd watched Matt spare lives in even the most dire situations, the worst of the worst. He believed in people. He believed in continued justice. He believed in the system. Whatever these people tried to do to him, had somehow managed to push that unbreakable line.]

[Marc turns to him seriously, voice sterner than he would have liked, the stress getting to him. He wasn't asking.] Matt, what were they here for.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

When he finally makes himself pry his face away from his hands, dried tears streaked his pale cheeks. There's a weary look on his face, a hint of a dark gaze in his eyes he'd rather not acknowledge right now. "They were here for you." He says quietly, expression growing weary. "The things they said they'd do to you, I.. I couldn't–" He averted his gaze anywhere else but Marc's face. It had sent him into a blinding rage, reminded of when he'd lost Elektra, when they had resurrected her into a weapon. "I couldn't go through that.. not again."

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[... Oh.]

[Marc just sits, looking at him. He was at a loss for words. Matt really went that far for him? Killed those people to protect him? Wanted to defend him, even when he wasn't around?]

... Matt, I- ... Come here. [Marc shifts closer on the bed so their legs touch, wrapping his arms around Matt's torso and leaning in. He feels a tsunami of guilt flood over, hugging Matt close. This was all his fault.]

I shouldn't have... I shouldn't have brought you into this mess. [His voice is barely audible, tight and silent like his body was half rejecting speaking at all. He should have come back sooner. He should have done it. That way, Matt's hands would have stayed clean. ... Though, what would have happened if Matt hadn't fought back... Marc didn't want to think about it]

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He doesn't expect the affection– Not from marc, at least; when arms wrap around him suddenly, he crumbles into the others embrace, his face ending up pressed into his shoulder. He really was a disaster magnet, wasn't he? Be careful of the Murdock boys, they got the devil in them. "They weren't.. They weren't supposed to die." His voice is barely above a whisper, eyes squeezed shut tightly. Not permanently, at least. But.. It meant they were weak, that their source of immortality was dwindling. "I can't.. I couldn't let them take you. Not you too."

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Marc never really knew how to handle seeing people upset. As a child, it always meant he did something wrong, his mother screaming about how he ruined the family. And for years, he believed it- still did, in his darkest moments- and had since withdrawn from anything to do with other people's feelings. But sitting here now, hugging Matt stiffly, he knew he wanted to do something.]

I know. I know they weren't. It's ok. [Marc murmurs to him, trying to keep his tone gentle] You didn't know they wouldn't come back.

Hey- hey- [Marc pauses, turning Matt's head up to face him. He grabs one of Matt's hands, pressing it into his chest, feeling the truth. His voice is slightly pinched, his own emotions welling up] They couldn't take us from you. We'll always come back

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

His expression looks utterly miserable, cloudly blue eyes glossy with unshed tears. A shuddered breath escapes him when his hand is placed on his chest unwittingly, lips pressed together tightly. "I– I couldn't–" His voice is strained, hand trembling where it's placed against his chest. "Couldn't standby while they tried to turn you into.." He inhales, squeezing his eyes shut tightly as the flashes of memory are forced to the forefront of his mind. He didn't talk about the things he'd been through much; but hes told Jake about what they did to Elektra.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Marc watches him carefully, trying to make sense of the scraps he was given. He suddenly feels Jake resurfacing in the back of his mind, not saying anything but giving the feeling that this was a sensitive topic.]

[To be fair, Marc wasn't around for everything Jake and Matt did together. Either he wasn't paying attention or Jake simply didn't want him to see, but him and Matt had definitely talked about things he wasn't apart of. Sometimes he wondered just how much Matt knew, if Jake had told him stuff even him and Steven weren't aware of.]

[Whatever it was, they deserved privacy, but that did leave Marc feeling a little clueless. Though it's not like he ever offered to talk with Matt about this sort of stuff. Jake was always the one he went to when he was upset, and Marc agreed that was the probably a better idea. He never made people feel better.]

[Marc watches him softly] ... Do you want Jake instead?

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He inhales sharply, dragging a hand down his face. "I couldn't.. I couldn't standby and watch them try to turn someone else I love into a living weapon." His voice is quiet, barely above a whisper. They were already a weapon, but under the control of the Hand.. "They would've.. Brought you back even if the suit didn't. Try to brainwash you into becoming one of them." His gaze is avoidance for the most part. He figured he didn't deserve to be kept in the dark– Not about this. Truth be told, he loved him just as much as he did Jake, despite being more similar than the other mightve liked.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Marc sits for a moment in shock. Had this happened before? To someone Matt knew? No wonder he'd lost it, Marc had done the same over far less. He couldn't even imagine having to fight somebody he cared for like that, looking into their eyes and seeing nothing. Marc wasn't sure he'd be able to do it.]

... I wouldn't... I wouldn't let that happen to us. [He shakes his head, bargaining with what could have happened]. We would come back to you. We would've remembered.

[Marc looks up at him, fear in his tone. The expression on Matt's face was far too familiar, the one he himself felt in his darkest moments, sitting alone trying to hold it all together.]

... Are you injured?

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He swallows the lump in his throat, inhaling a ragged breath. He couldn't imagine having to fight someone else he cared about again like that– He didn't know if he could. At Marc's question he looks up, trying desperately to hold himself from falling apart any further. "No." His voice is quiet, shaking his head. Somehow, the worst part of it was that he was uninjured, save for some bruising. There had been nobody to pull him back from the ledge this time.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

[@khonshus-favorite-son for Matt]

From: https://www.tumblr.com/horrificmemes/178528045986/send-me-cant-sleep-to-have-a-tired?source=share

"Can't sleep?" (Your choice if it's Matt or Jake having trouble!)

He'd been so out of it he hadn't even heard Jake enter the room. He nearly jumped out of his skin, startled. "Sorry, I.. Didn't mean to wake you by getting up." He muttered softly. He was curled up on the couch with one of the spare blankets around his shoulders, hair messy from waking up.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Jake had been standing in the doorway for a couple minutes now, just watching. He knew something was up when Matt kept tossing and turning- maybe just sore or uncomfortable- but now he knew there was something else to it.]

No need to apologize mi luz. [Jake walks over to the sofa with a soft smile, sitting down next to Matt and running a hand thru his messy ginger waves.]

... What's on your mind?

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He seemed to relax when he felt fingers carding through his messy hair, involuntarily leaning into the touch. "..Can't sleep." He mumbles. More nightmares. He thought he'd managed to get up without startling the other awake, but apparently not. He looked exhausted. Even after patrolling for hours, he still managed to toss and turn.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Jake hums unconvinced, smirking at him tiredly as he continues playing with his hair] That's not really an answer, Matty

[Sitting here in the dim light of the living room, Matt looked like he'd gotten the life sucked out of him. Hunched over, the blanket wrapped tight. Jake knew he certainly hadn't slept much, being anxiously stirred every time Matt shifted. He should have known something was off sooner]

[he tilts his head to the side slightly, voice quiet as he carefully pries] ... What did you dream about

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Yknow.. You're the first person who's had the privilege to call me that since Stick died." He muttered softly. He inhales sharply at the question, eyes darting downward. "Please.. Don't make me talk about it. Not right now." He pleads quietly, swallowing the lump in his throat. He had hoped since he hadn't screamed that he wouldn't wake him up. He seemed to draw the blanket around himself tighter, if that was possible.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[His expression softens seeing Matt get more upset, his chest tightening] We don't have to talk about it. I'm sorry. [He pulls the other in, guiding his head into his shoulder as he rubs a hand over his back slowly]

[Jake silently kicks himself. He should have realized. Usually Matt would scream when he had a nightmare, kicking at the blankets and sobbing. That always woke Jake up- and he was greatful for it- always trying to help. But tonight, Matt was probably planning on being out here alone. Silently waiting for morning, drowning in his own demons]

... You should have woken me. [Jake mumbles into Matt's shoulder softly]

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He sucked in a shaky breath as he was pulled against him, hiding his face in his shoulder. "Didn't wanna wake you up.." he mutters quietly. Jake didn't get enough sleep as it is, he was trying not to deprived him of it more if he could get away with it. Slowly he began to unfurl himself as he found himself relaxing against him, exhaling a heavy sigh.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Jake pulls back just enough to look at him, reaching to hold Matt's face in his palms, worried he might fall forward from exhaustion.]

I don't want to be sleepin' if you can't. It wouldn't be right. [He speaks gently, thumb tracing the burn scars around his eyes, noting the still viable indent on his nose from glasses sitting far too long.]

... What do you need right now? We don't have to talk 'bout it.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He relaxed beneath his touch when hands gently cradled his face, looking up at him wearily. While jake had stayed in the other room for a few minutes after he'd initially gotten up, he'd been coming down from a panic attack. "I.." he sighed heavily, biting the inside of his cheek. "I don't know." He admitted quietly.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[That bad, huh? It wasn't often Matt was so unsure of himself. Most of the time, he still wanted to fight after being injured, still wanted to go into work after a hard loss. It took a lot to rattle him like this, a combination of exhaustion and what Jake could only imagine were the worst horrors his mind could subject him to.]

You don't have to know, mi vida. We're here now, we're safe. [He smiles softly, feeling him lean into the touch] I'm glad I woke up. Not seein' you for eight hours every night is kinda a bummer [he teases gently]

[he whispers softly] Would you like to rest, or do you need a distraction?

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He flushes softly at the others teasing, a tired chuckle escaping him. "I don’t think I can go back to sleep right now." He muttered against him, despite the clear exhaustion from not sleeping well for the past several hours. He inhales a shaky breath, hiding his face against his shoulder. He was grateful he didn't have to be alone in the moment, despite feeling guilty he was interrupting their sleep too because of it. His body had finally seemed to calm down however, instead of taking hours like it usually would've.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Jake let's him lean against him for a moment, savoring the moment as the idea comes. He smirks after a moment, carefully leaning Matt off of him and getting up] I have an idea. I'll be right back-

[Jake walks over to the record player, putting on Matt's favorite without hesitation. He adjusts the sound, making it gentle on the others ears.]

Dance with me? [He holds out a hand, already grinning]

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He raised an eyebrow, watching him stand up. He yawned, rubbing his eyes sleepily. He was still utterly exhausted, but the last thing he was interested right now was sleep. He blinks at the offer, flushing softly. Regardless, he lets him pull him to his feet. "It's four in the morning, you know.." he chuckles quietly.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[he chuckles happily, bringing Matt to his feet and pulling him closer] Exactly. No better time for dancin'.

[It's nothing exciting, just slow familiar steps. Jake leads them around the living room in relaxed circles, falling into the most lovely rhythm. Even now, both in their pajamas and heavily sleep deprived, the moment felt perfect.]

[He smirks, murmuring quietly as they move around the space] How was I supposed to pass you up

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

A startled chuckle escapes him when hes pulled flush against him, messy curls framing his face like a halo in the light of the living room, softly lit by the billboard outside. "You're a sap, you know.." he murmured, voice soft. "Jakeee.." he hides his face in his shoulder, flustered by his words.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[He chuckles softly, pulling him even closer] What? I'm not allowed to speak the truth?

[he smirks, murmuring between them] Well Matty, listen to my heart when I say you look wonderful tonight [he attempts to spin his partner around, albeit a bit awkward because of the height difference, followed by dipping him backwards. He holds him there comfortably for a moment, feeling his chest swell just seeing him smile]

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

A noise of surprise escapes him when he's suddenly spun around, the moonlight illuminating the warmth blossoming across his cheeks to neatly match his hair. A startled laugh escapes him, expression softening. "Who knew the fist of vengeance was such a romantic?" He can't help but tease him a little.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Jake smiles at him, pulling him back up to his feet] Only for you mi corazón.

[He leads Matt back to his spot on the sofa as the song ends, reaching to stop the record before the next. Given any other circumstance he would have continued dancing, but Matt needed his rest. Maybe he could even convince him to skip work or take a half day, but that would be harder fought. If Matt loved anything it was working dispite his sleep schedule.]

Feelin' any better? [Jake sits down next to him again, moving to cuddle him back up in the discarded blanket with a soft smile.]

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He chuckles as hes pulled back to stand up, his expression softening. "Hmm.." He ended up curled up next to him, head rested against his shoulder. They were both still exhausted. He stifled another yawn, ending up with his legs thrown over the others lap. Usually he would stay up until his body gave in again, but something told him Jake wasn't letting that happen.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Jake hums contently, wrapping one arm around Matt's back and looping the other under the outstretched legs across his lap. He stands up with a grunt, carrying Matt with him] C'mon counselor. Let's get you to bed.

[Jake walks them to the bedroom, carefully setting Matt down on his side of the mattress. He pulls back up the covers, tucking them in around Matt's shoulders. He sits next to him for a moment, giving him a sleepy smile] Did you want me to watch over you tonight? [He would, say up all night if needed, as long as Matt got some peace of mind.]

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

A startled noise escapes the back of his throat when he's suddenly being carried back to the bedroom, rolling his eyes fondly with a chuckle. "You need sleep too, you know." He murmured softly. He pulled back the covers, pulling the other underneath with him. He found himself curling up to him, one thigh over the others waist with his head on his chest.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

Moon Knight is ever vigilant, or at least that's what the bird would say [he teases quietly, making sure Matt is comfortable, ear over his heartbeat. He lays in silence for a moment, pulling the blankets back over Matt's shoulders]

[he whispers softly, not trying to push too much. He plays with Matt's hair absentmindedly as he speaks] ... Are you sure you don't wanna talk about it? We don't gotta if it's too painful, I just don't want you having a heavy conscious before sleep. That's all.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Jake.." it's quietly pleading; silently telling that he couldn't talk about it– Not right now. He hides his face in his chest, one hand curled against him and lightly clinging to the others shirt. All he wanted needed right now was for him to lay there abd hold him; maybe then he'd be able to get some rest before he had to go in in a few hours..

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

[@khonshus-favorite-son]

[from: https://www.tumblr.com/frxckinggxre-blog/153666957615/send-to-find-my-muse-drenched-in-blood-after?source=share]

🔪🔪 Or 🔪 The angst is up to you!

Matt sat in the bathtub of their shared place ij Egypt, still trembling, arms curled around himself. He was still in his suit that was drenched in blood, breathing erratic. He had killed someone. It was an accident. There had been too many of them, he'd been surrounded– If he hadn't defended himself, he would've died.

They ambushed where they were staying in search of Moon Knight, but they'd found Daredevil instead– He said he'd meet him back there. There were dropped bodies in the main bedroom, blood trailing from there to the bathroom.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He inhales a ragged breath, burying his face in his hands momentarily, trying to give himself a moment. Marc didn't need to see him cry right now, bursting at the seams. It was more than self defense, he couldn't lie to himself. If it was, the room wouldn't be piled with dead bodies. Hearing they were looking for moon knight, he just.. snapped. He couldn't let them leave.

"If it had been self defense, they would still be alive." His voice is quiet, threatening to crack again. The last time hed toed that line, he'd had someone to stop him.. But not this time. "..There were too many of them, I.." He squeezed his eyes shut tightly, swallowing thickly. He knows what he's done– He massacred them. "I.. I was going to leave them alive but I just–" snapped. After the things they'd say they'd do to them..

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Marc watches him quietly, face falling as he tries to wrap his head around Matt's self deprecating logic] Matt they broke into our room. How was that not self defense? They came at you when you were alone and didn't expect it- they deserved what they got.

You just what? [Marc looks at him, brow furrowed. He'd watched Matt spare lives in even the most dire situations, the worst of the worst. He believed in people. He believed in continued justice. He believed in the system. Whatever these people tried to do to him, had somehow managed to push that unbreakable line.]

[Marc turns to him seriously, voice sterner than he would have liked, the stress getting to him. He wasn't asking.] Matt, what were they here for.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

When he finally makes himself pry his face away from his hands, dried tears streaked his pale cheeks. There's a weary look on his face, a hint of a dark gaze in his eyes he'd rather not acknowledge right now. "They were here for you." He says quietly, expression growing weary. "The things they said they'd do to you, I.. I couldn't–" He averted his gaze anywhere else but Marc's face. It had sent him into a blinding rage, reminded of when he'd lost Elektra, when they had resurrected her into a weapon. "I couldn't go through that.. not again."

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[... Oh.]

[Marc just sits, looking at him. He was at a loss for words. Matt really went that far for him? Killed those people to protect him? Wanted to defend him, even when he wasn't around?]

... Matt, I- ... Come here. [Marc shifts closer on the bed so their legs touch, wrapping his arms around Matt's torso and leaning in. He feels a tsunami of guilt flood over, hugging Matt close. This was all his fault.]

I shouldn't have... I shouldn't have brought you into this mess. [His voice is barely audible, tight and silent like his body was half rejecting speaking at all. He should have come back sooner. He should have done it. That way, Matt's hands would have stayed clean. ... Though, what would have happened if Matt hadn't fought back... Marc didn't want to think about it]

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He doesn't expect the affection– Not from marc, at least; when arms wrap around him suddenly, he crumbles into the others embrace, his face ending up pressed into his shoulder. He really was a disaster magnet, wasn't he? Be careful of the Murdock boys, they got the devil in them. "They weren't.. They weren't supposed to die." His voice is barely above a whisper, eyes squeezed shut tightly. Not permanently, at least. But.. It meant they were weak, that their source of immortality was dwindling. "I can't.. I couldn't let them take you. Not you too."

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Marc never really knew how to handle seeing people upset. As a child, it always meant he did something wrong, his mother screaming about how he ruined the family. And for years, he believed it- still did, in his darkest moments- and had since withdrawn from anything to do with other people's feelings. But sitting here now, hugging Matt stiffly, he knew he wanted to do something.]

I know. I know they weren't. It's ok. [Marc murmurs to him, trying to keep his tone gentle] You didn't know they wouldn't come back.

Hey- hey- [Marc pauses, turning Matt's head up to face him. He grabs one of Matt's hands, pressing it into his chest, feeling the truth. His voice is slightly pinched, his own emotions welling up] They couldn't take us from you. We'll always come back

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

His expression looks utterly miserable, cloudly blue eyes glossy with unshed tears. A shuddered breath escapes him when his hand is placed on his chest unwittingly, lips pressed together tightly. "I– I couldn't–" His voice is strained, hand trembling where it's placed against his chest. "Couldn't standby while they tried to turn you into.." He inhales, squeezing his eyes shut tightly as the flashes of memory are forced to the forefront of his mind. He didn't talk about the things he'd been through much; but hes told Jake about what they did to Elektra.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Marc watches him carefully, trying to make sense of the scraps he was given. He suddenly feels Jake resurfacing in the back of his mind, not saying anything but giving the feeling that this was a sensitive topic.]

[To be fair, Marc wasn't around for everything Jake and Matt did together. Either he wasn't paying attention or Jake simply didn't want him to see, but him and Matt had definitely talked about things he wasn't apart of. Sometimes he wondered just how much Matt knew, if Jake had told him stuff even him and Steven weren't aware of.]

[Whatever it was, they deserved privacy, but that did leave Marc feeling a little clueless. Though it's not like he ever offered to talk with Matt about this sort of stuff. Jake was always the one he went to when he was upset, and Marc agreed that was the probably a better idea. He never made people feel better.]

[Marc watches him softly] ... Do you want Jake instead?

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He inhales sharply, dragging a hand down his face. "I couldn't.. I couldn't standby and watch them try to turn someone else I love into a living weapon." His voice is quiet, barely above a whisper. They were already a weapon, but under the control of the Hand.. "They would've.. Brought you back even if the suit didn't. Try to brainwash you into becoming one of them." His gaze is avoidance for the most part. He figured he didn't deserve to be kept in the dark– Not about this. Truth be told, he loved him just as much as he did Jake, despite being more similar than the other mightve liked.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

[@khonshus-favorite-son for Matt]

From: https://www.tumblr.com/horrificmemes/178528045986/send-me-cant-sleep-to-have-a-tired?source=share

"Can't sleep?" (Your choice if it's Matt or Jake having trouble!)

He'd been so out of it he hadn't even heard Jake enter the room. He nearly jumped out of his skin, startled. "Sorry, I.. Didn't mean to wake you by getting up." He muttered softly. He was curled up on the couch with one of the spare blankets around his shoulders, hair messy from waking up.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Jake had been standing in the doorway for a couple minutes now, just watching. He knew something was up when Matt kept tossing and turning- maybe just sore or uncomfortable- but now he knew there was something else to it.]

No need to apologize mi luz. [Jake walks over to the sofa with a soft smile, sitting down next to Matt and running a hand thru his messy ginger waves.]

... What's on your mind?

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He seemed to relax when he felt fingers carding through his messy hair, involuntarily leaning into the touch. "..Can't sleep." He mumbles. More nightmares. He thought he'd managed to get up without startling the other awake, but apparently not. He looked exhausted. Even after patrolling for hours, he still managed to toss and turn.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Jake hums unconvinced, smirking at him tiredly as he continues playing with his hair] That's not really an answer, Matty

[Sitting here in the dim light of the living room, Matt looked like he'd gotten the life sucked out of him. Hunched over, the blanket wrapped tight. Jake knew he certainly hadn't slept much, being anxiously stirred every time Matt shifted. He should have known something was off sooner]

[he tilts his head to the side slightly, voice quiet as he carefully pries] ... What did you dream about

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Yknow.. You're the first person who's had the privilege to call me that since Stick died." He muttered softly. He inhales sharply at the question, eyes darting downward. "Please.. Don't make me talk about it. Not right now." He pleads quietly, swallowing the lump in his throat. He had hoped since he hadn't screamed that he wouldn't wake him up. He seemed to draw the blanket around himself tighter, if that was possible.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[His expression softens seeing Matt get more upset, his chest tightening] We don't have to talk about it. I'm sorry. [He pulls the other in, guiding his head into his shoulder as he rubs a hand over his back slowly]

[Jake silently kicks himself. He should have realized. Usually Matt would scream when he had a nightmare, kicking at the blankets and sobbing. That always woke Jake up- and he was greatful for it- always trying to help. But tonight, Matt was probably planning on being out here alone. Silently waiting for morning, drowning in his own demons]

... You should have woken me. [Jake mumbles into Matt's shoulder softly]

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He sucked in a shaky breath as he was pulled against him, hiding his face in his shoulder. "Didn't wanna wake you up.." he mutters quietly. Jake didn't get enough sleep as it is, he was trying not to deprived him of it more if he could get away with it. Slowly he began to unfurl himself as he found himself relaxing against him, exhaling a heavy sigh.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Jake pulls back just enough to look at him, reaching to hold Matt's face in his palms, worried he might fall forward from exhaustion.]

I don't want to be sleepin' if you can't. It wouldn't be right. [He speaks gently, thumb tracing the burn scars around his eyes, noting the still viable indent on his nose from glasses sitting far too long.]

... What do you need right now? We don't have to talk 'bout it.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He relaxed beneath his touch when hands gently cradled his face, looking up at him wearily. While jake had stayed in the other room for a few minutes after he'd initially gotten up, he'd been coming down from a panic attack. "I.." he sighed heavily, biting the inside of his cheek. "I don't know." He admitted quietly.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[That bad, huh? It wasn't often Matt was so unsure of himself. Most of the time, he still wanted to fight after being injured, still wanted to go into work after a hard loss. It took a lot to rattle him like this, a combination of exhaustion and what Jake could only imagine were the worst horrors his mind could subject him to.]

You don't have to know, mi vida. We're here now, we're safe. [He smiles softly, feeling him lean into the touch] I'm glad I woke up. Not seein' you for eight hours every night is kinda a bummer [he teases gently]

[he whispers softly] Would you like to rest, or do you need a distraction?

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He flushes softly at the others teasing, a tired chuckle escaping him. "I don’t think I can go back to sleep right now." He muttered against him, despite the clear exhaustion from not sleeping well for the past several hours. He inhales a shaky breath, hiding his face against his shoulder. He was grateful he didn't have to be alone in the moment, despite feeling guilty he was interrupting their sleep too because of it. His body had finally seemed to calm down however, instead of taking hours like it usually would've.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Jake let's him lean against him for a moment, savoring the moment as the idea comes. He smirks after a moment, carefully leaning Matt off of him and getting up] I have an idea. I'll be right back-

[Jake walks over to the record player, putting on Matt's favorite without hesitation. He adjusts the sound, making it gentle on the others ears.]

Dance with me? [He holds out a hand, already grinning]

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He raised an eyebrow, watching him stand up. He yawned, rubbing his eyes sleepily. He was still utterly exhausted, but the last thing he was interested right now was sleep. He blinks at the offer, flushing softly. Regardless, he lets him pull him to his feet. "It's four in the morning, you know.." he chuckles quietly.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[he chuckles happily, bringing Matt to his feet and pulling him closer] Exactly. No better time for dancin'.

[It's nothing exciting, just slow familiar steps. Jake leads them around the living room in relaxed circles, falling into the most lovely rhythm. Even now, both in their pajamas and heavily sleep deprived, the moment felt perfect.]

[He smirks, murmuring quietly as they move around the space] How was I supposed to pass you up

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

A startled chuckle escapes him when hes pulled flush against him, messy curls framing his face like a halo in the light of the living room, softly lit by the billboard outside. "You're a sap, you know.." he murmured, voice soft. "Jakeee.." he hides his face in his shoulder, flustered by his words.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[He chuckles softly, pulling him even closer] What? I'm not allowed to speak the truth?

[he smirks, murmuring between them] Well Matty, listen to my heart when I say you look wonderful tonight [he attempts to spin his partner around, albeit a bit awkward because of the height difference, followed by dipping him backwards. He holds him there comfortably for a moment, feeling his chest swell just seeing him smile]

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

A noise of surprise escapes him when he's suddenly spun around, the moonlight illuminating the warmth blossoming across his cheeks to neatly match his hair. A startled laugh escapes him, expression softening. "Who knew the fist of vengeance was such a romantic?" He can't help but tease him a little.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Jake smiles at him, pulling him back up to his feet] Only for you mi corazón.

[He leads Matt back to his spot on the sofa as the song ends, reaching to stop the record before the next. Given any other circumstance he would have continued dancing, but Matt needed his rest. Maybe he could even convince him to skip work or take a half day, but that would be harder fought. If Matt loved anything it was working dispite his sleep schedule.]

Feelin' any better? [Jake sits down next to him again, moving to cuddle him back up in the discarded blanket with a soft smile.]

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He chuckles as hes pulled back to stand up, his expression softening. "Hmm.." He ended up curled up next to him, head rested against his shoulder. They were both still exhausted. He stifled another yawn, ending up with his legs thrown over the others lap. Usually he would stay up until his body gave in again, but something told him Jake wasn't letting that happen.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Jake hums contently, wrapping one arm around Matt's back and looping the other under the outstretched legs across his lap. He stands up with a grunt, carrying Matt with him] C'mon counselor. Let's get you to bed.

[Jake walks them to the bedroom, carefully setting Matt down on his side of the mattress. He pulls back up the covers, tucking them in around Matt's shoulders. He sits next to him for a moment, giving him a sleepy smile] Did you want me to watch over you tonight? [He would, say up all night if needed, as long as Matt got some peace of mind.]

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

A startled noise escapes the back of his throat when he's suddenly being carried back to the bedroom, rolling his eyes fondly with a chuckle. "You need sleep too, you know." He murmured softly. He pulled back the covers, pulling the other underneath with him. He found himself curling up to him, one thigh over the others waist with his head on his chest.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

[@khonshus-favorite-son]

[from: https://www.tumblr.com/frxckinggxre-blog/153666957615/send-to-find-my-muse-drenched-in-blood-after?source=share]

🔪🔪 Or 🔪 The angst is up to you!

Matt sat in the bathtub of their shared place ij Egypt, still trembling, arms curled around himself. He was still in his suit that was drenched in blood, breathing erratic. He had killed someone. It was an accident. There had been too many of them, he'd been surrounded– If he hadn't defended himself, he would've died.

They ambushed where they were staying in search of Moon Knight, but they'd found Daredevil instead– He said he'd meet him back there. There were dropped bodies in the main bedroom, blood trailing from there to the bathroom.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He inhales a ragged breath, burying his face in his hands momentarily, trying to give himself a moment. Marc didn't need to see him cry right now, bursting at the seams. It was more than self defense, he couldn't lie to himself. If it was, the room wouldn't be piled with dead bodies. Hearing they were looking for moon knight, he just.. snapped. He couldn't let them leave.

"If it had been self defense, they would still be alive." His voice is quiet, threatening to crack again. The last time hed toed that line, he'd had someone to stop him.. But not this time. "..There were too many of them, I.." He squeezed his eyes shut tightly, swallowing thickly. He knows what he's done– He massacred them. "I.. I was going to leave them alive but I just–" snapped. After the things they'd say they'd do to them..

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Marc watches him quietly, face falling as he tries to wrap his head around Matt's self deprecating logic] Matt they broke into our room. How was that not self defense? They came at you when you were alone and didn't expect it- they deserved what they got.

You just what? [Marc looks at him, brow furrowed. He'd watched Matt spare lives in even the most dire situations, the worst of the worst. He believed in people. He believed in continued justice. He believed in the system. Whatever these people tried to do to him, had somehow managed to push that unbreakable line.]

[Marc turns to him seriously, voice sterner than he would have liked, the stress getting to him. He wasn't asking.] Matt, what were they here for.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

When he finally makes himself pry his face away from his hands, dried tears streaked his pale cheeks. There's a weary look on his face, a hint of a dark gaze in his eyes he'd rather not acknowledge right now. "They were here for you." He says quietly, expression growing weary. "The things they said they'd do to you, I.. I couldn't–" He averted his gaze anywhere else but Marc's face. It had sent him into a blinding rage, reminded of when he'd lost Elektra, when they had resurrected her into a weapon. "I couldn't go through that.. not again."

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[... Oh.]

[Marc just sits, looking at him. He was at a loss for words. Matt really went that far for him? Killed those people to protect him? Wanted to defend him, even when he wasn't around?]

... Matt, I- ... Come here. [Marc shifts closer on the bed so their legs touch, wrapping his arms around Matt's torso and leaning in. He feels a tsunami of guilt flood over, hugging Matt close. This was all his fault.]

I shouldn't have... I shouldn't have brought you into this mess. [His voice is barely audible, tight and silent like his body was half rejecting speaking at all. He should have come back sooner. He should have done it. That way, Matt's hands would have stayed clean. ... Though, what would have happened if Matt hadn't fought back... Marc didn't want to think about it]

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He doesn't expect the affection– Not from marc, at least; when arms wrap around him suddenly, he crumbles into the others embrace, his face ending up pressed into his shoulder. He really was a disaster magnet, wasn't he? Be careful of the Murdock boys, they got the devil in them. "They weren't.. They weren't supposed to die." His voice is barely above a whisper, eyes squeezed shut tightly. Not permanently, at least. But.. It meant they were weak, that their source of immortality was dwindling. "I can't.. I couldn't let them take you. Not you too."

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Marc never really knew how to handle seeing people upset. As a child, it always meant he did something wrong, his mother screaming about how he ruined the family. And for years, he believed it- still did, in his darkest moments- and had since withdrawn from anything to do with other people's feelings. But sitting here now, hugging Matt stiffly, he knew he wanted to do something.]

I know. I know they weren't. It's ok. [Marc murmurs to him, trying to keep his tone gentle] You didn't know they wouldn't come back.

Hey- hey- [Marc pauses, turning Matt's head up to face him. He grabs one of Matt's hands, pressing it into his chest, feeling the truth. His voice is slightly pinched, his own emotions welling up] They couldn't take us from you. We'll always come back

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

His expression looks utterly miserable, cloudly blue eyes glossy with unshed tears. A shuddered breath escapes him when his hand is placed on his chest unwittingly, lips pressed together tightly. "I– I couldn't–" His voice is strained, hand trembling where it's placed against his chest. "Couldn't standby while they tried to turn you into.." He inhales, squeezing his eyes shut tightly as the flashes of memory are forced to the forefront of his mind. He didn't talk about the things he'd been through much; but hes told Jake about what they did to Elektra.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

[@khonshus-favorite-son for Matt]

From: https://www.tumblr.com/horrificmemes/178528045986/send-me-cant-sleep-to-have-a-tired?source=share

"Can't sleep?" (Your choice if it's Matt or Jake having trouble!)

He'd been so out of it he hadn't even heard Jake enter the room. He nearly jumped out of his skin, startled. "Sorry, I.. Didn't mean to wake you by getting up." He muttered softly. He was curled up on the couch with one of the spare blankets around his shoulders, hair messy from waking up.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Jake had been standing in the doorway for a couple minutes now, just watching. He knew something was up when Matt kept tossing and turning- maybe just sore or uncomfortable- but now he knew there was something else to it.]

No need to apologize mi luz. [Jake walks over to the sofa with a soft smile, sitting down next to Matt and running a hand thru his messy ginger waves.]

... What's on your mind?

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He seemed to relax when he felt fingers carding through his messy hair, involuntarily leaning into the touch. "..Can't sleep." He mumbles. More nightmares. He thought he'd managed to get up without startling the other awake, but apparently not. He looked exhausted. Even after patrolling for hours, he still managed to toss and turn.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Jake hums unconvinced, smirking at him tiredly as he continues playing with his hair] That's not really an answer, Matty

[Sitting here in the dim light of the living room, Matt looked like he'd gotten the life sucked out of him. Hunched over, the blanket wrapped tight. Jake knew he certainly hadn't slept much, being anxiously stirred every time Matt shifted. He should have known something was off sooner]

[he tilts his head to the side slightly, voice quiet as he carefully pries] ... What did you dream about

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Yknow.. You're the first person who's had the privilege to call me that since Stick died." He muttered softly. He inhales sharply at the question, eyes darting downward. "Please.. Don't make me talk about it. Not right now." He pleads quietly, swallowing the lump in his throat. He had hoped since he hadn't screamed that he wouldn't wake him up. He seemed to draw the blanket around himself tighter, if that was possible.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[His expression softens seeing Matt get more upset, his chest tightening] We don't have to talk about it. I'm sorry. [He pulls the other in, guiding his head into his shoulder as he rubs a hand over his back slowly]

[Jake silently kicks himself. He should have realized. Usually Matt would scream when he had a nightmare, kicking at the blankets and sobbing. That always woke Jake up- and he was greatful for it- always trying to help. But tonight, Matt was probably planning on being out here alone. Silently waiting for morning, drowning in his own demons]

... You should have woken me. [Jake mumbles into Matt's shoulder softly]

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He sucked in a shaky breath as he was pulled against him, hiding his face in his shoulder. "Didn't wanna wake you up.." he mutters quietly. Jake didn't get enough sleep as it is, he was trying not to deprived him of it more if he could get away with it. Slowly he began to unfurl himself as he found himself relaxing against him, exhaling a heavy sigh.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Jake pulls back just enough to look at him, reaching to hold Matt's face in his palms, worried he might fall forward from exhaustion.]

I don't want to be sleepin' if you can't. It wouldn't be right. [He speaks gently, thumb tracing the burn scars around his eyes, noting the still viable indent on his nose from glasses sitting far too long.]

... What do you need right now? We don't have to talk 'bout it.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He relaxed beneath his touch when hands gently cradled his face, looking up at him wearily. While jake had stayed in the other room for a few minutes after he'd initially gotten up, he'd been coming down from a panic attack. "I.." he sighed heavily, biting the inside of his cheek. "I don't know." He admitted quietly.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[That bad, huh? It wasn't often Matt was so unsure of himself. Most of the time, he still wanted to fight after being injured, still wanted to go into work after a hard loss. It took a lot to rattle him like this, a combination of exhaustion and what Jake could only imagine were the worst horrors his mind could subject him to.]

You don't have to know, mi vida. We're here now, we're safe. [He smiles softly, feeling him lean into the touch] I'm glad I woke up. Not seein' you for eight hours every night is kinda a bummer [he teases gently]

[he whispers softly] Would you like to rest, or do you need a distraction?

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He flushes softly at the others teasing, a tired chuckle escaping him. "I don’t think I can go back to sleep right now." He muttered against him, despite the clear exhaustion from not sleeping well for the past several hours. He inhales a shaky breath, hiding his face against his shoulder. He was grateful he didn't have to be alone in the moment, despite feeling guilty he was interrupting their sleep too because of it. His body had finally seemed to calm down however, instead of taking hours like it usually would've.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Jake let's him lean against him for a moment, savoring the moment as the idea comes. He smirks after a moment, carefully leaning Matt off of him and getting up] I have an idea. I'll be right back-

[Jake walks over to the record player, putting on Matt's favorite without hesitation. He adjusts the sound, making it gentle on the others ears.]

Dance with me? [He holds out a hand, already grinning]

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He raised an eyebrow, watching him stand up. He yawned, rubbing his eyes sleepily. He was still utterly exhausted, but the last thing he was interested right now was sleep. He blinks at the offer, flushing softly. Regardless, he lets him pull him to his feet. "It's four in the morning, you know.." he chuckles quietly.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[he chuckles happily, bringing Matt to his feet and pulling him closer] Exactly. No better time for dancin'.

[It's nothing exciting, just slow familiar steps. Jake leads them around the living room in relaxed circles, falling into the most lovely rhythm. Even now, both in their pajamas and heavily sleep deprived, the moment felt perfect.]

[He smirks, murmuring quietly as they move around the space] How was I supposed to pass you up

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

A startled chuckle escapes him when hes pulled flush against him, messy curls framing his face like a halo in the light of the living room, softly lit by the billboard outside. "You're a sap, you know.." he murmured, voice soft. "Jakeee.." he hides his face in his shoulder, flustered by his words.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[He chuckles softly, pulling him even closer] What? I'm not allowed to speak the truth?

[he smirks, murmuring between them] Well Matty, listen to my heart when I say you look wonderful tonight [he attempts to spin his partner around, albeit a bit awkward because of the height difference, followed by dipping him backwards. He holds him there comfortably for a moment, feeling his chest swell just seeing him smile]

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

A noise of surprise escapes him when he's suddenly spun around, the moonlight illuminating the warmth blossoming across his cheeks to neatly match his hair. A startled laugh escapes him, expression softening. "Who knew the fist of vengeance was such a romantic?" He can't help but tease him a little.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Jake smiles at him, pulling him back up to his feet] Only for you mi corazón.

[He leads Matt back to his spot on the sofa as the song ends, reaching to stop the record before the next. Given any other circumstance he would have continued dancing, but Matt needed his rest. Maybe he could even convince him to skip work or take a half day, but that would be harder fought. If Matt loved anything it was working dispite his sleep schedule.]

Feelin' any better? [Jake sits down next to him again, moving to cuddle him back up in the discarded blanket with a soft smile.]

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He chuckles as hes pulled back to stand up, his expression softening. "Hmm.." He ended up curled up next to him, head rested against his shoulder. They were both still exhausted. He stifled another yawn, ending up with his legs thrown over the others lap. Usually he would stay up until his body gave in again, but something told him Jake wasn't letting that happen.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

[@khonshus-favorite-son]

[from: https://www.tumblr.com/frxckinggxre-blog/153666957615/send-to-find-my-muse-drenched-in-blood-after?source=share]

🔪🔪 Or 🔪 The angst is up to you!

Matt sat in the bathtub of their shared place ij Egypt, still trembling, arms curled around himself. He was still in his suit that was drenched in blood, breathing erratic. He had killed someone. It was an accident. There had been too many of them, he'd been surrounded– If he hadn't defended himself, he would've died.

They ambushed where they were staying in search of Moon Knight, but they'd found Daredevil instead– He said he'd meet him back there. There were dropped bodies in the main bedroom, blood trailing from there to the bathroom.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He inhales a ragged breath, burying his face in his hands momentarily, trying to give himself a moment. Marc didn't need to see him cry right now, bursting at the seams. It was more than self defense, he couldn't lie to himself. If it was, the room wouldn't be piled with dead bodies. Hearing they were looking for moon knight, he just.. snapped. He couldn't let them leave.

"If it had been self defense, they would still be alive." His voice is quiet, threatening to crack again. The last time hed toed that line, he'd had someone to stop him.. But not this time. "..There were too many of them, I.." He squeezed his eyes shut tightly, swallowing thickly. He knows what he's done– He massacred them. "I.. I was going to leave them alive but I just–" snapped. After the things they'd say they'd do to them..

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Marc watches him quietly, face falling as he tries to wrap his head around Matt's self deprecating logic] Matt they broke into our room. How was that not self defense? They came at you when you were alone and didn't expect it- they deserved what they got.

You just what? [Marc looks at him, brow furrowed. He'd watched Matt spare lives in even the most dire situations, the worst of the worst. He believed in people. He believed in continued justice. He believed in the system. Whatever these people tried to do to him, had somehow managed to push that unbreakable line.]

[Marc turns to him seriously, voice sterner than he would have liked, the stress getting to him. He wasn't asking.] Matt, what were they here for.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

When he finally makes himself pry his face away from his hands, dried tears streaked his pale cheeks. There's a weary look on his face, a hint of a dark gaze in his eyes he'd rather not acknowledge right now. "They were here for you." He says quietly, expression growing weary. "The things they said they'd do to you, I.. I couldn't–" He averted his gaze anywhere else but Marc's face. It had sent him into a blinding rage, reminded of when he'd lost Elektra, when they had resurrected her into a weapon. "I couldn't go through that.. not again."

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[... Oh.]

[Marc just sits, looking at him. He was at a loss for words. Matt really went that far for him? Killed those people to protect him? Wanted to defend him, even when he wasn't around?]

... Matt, I- ... Come here. [Marc shifts closer on the bed so their legs touch, wrapping his arms around Matt's torso and leaning in. He feels a tsunami of guilt flood over, hugging Matt close. This was all his fault.]

I shouldn't have... I shouldn't have brought you into this mess. [His voice is barely audible, tight and silent like his body was half rejecting speaking at all. He should have come back sooner. He should have done it. That way, Matt's hands would have stayed clean. ... Though, what would have happened if Matt hadn't fought back... Marc didn't want to think about it]

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He doesn't expect the affection– Not from marc, at least; when arms wrap around him suddenly, he crumbles into the others embrace, his face ending up pressed into his shoulder. He really was a disaster magnet, wasn't he? Be careful of the Murdock boys, they got the devil in them. "They weren't.. They weren't supposed to die." His voice is barely above a whisper, eyes squeezed shut tightly. Not permanently, at least. But.. It meant they were weak, that their source of immortality was dwindling. "I can't.. I couldn't let them take you. Not you too."

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

[@khonshus-favorite-son for Matt]

From: https://www.tumblr.com/horrificmemes/178528045986/send-me-cant-sleep-to-have-a-tired?source=share

"Can't sleep?" (Your choice if it's Matt or Jake having trouble!)

He'd been so out of it he hadn't even heard Jake enter the room. He nearly jumped out of his skin, startled. "Sorry, I.. Didn't mean to wake you by getting up." He muttered softly. He was curled up on the couch with one of the spare blankets around his shoulders, hair messy from waking up.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Jake had been standing in the doorway for a couple minutes now, just watching. He knew something was up when Matt kept tossing and turning- maybe just sore or uncomfortable- but now he knew there was something else to it.]

No need to apologize mi luz. [Jake walks over to the sofa with a soft smile, sitting down next to Matt and running a hand thru his messy ginger waves.]

... What's on your mind?

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He seemed to relax when he felt fingers carding through his messy hair, involuntarily leaning into the touch. "..Can't sleep." He mumbles. More nightmares. He thought he'd managed to get up without startling the other awake, but apparently not. He looked exhausted. Even after patrolling for hours, he still managed to toss and turn.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Jake hums unconvinced, smirking at him tiredly as he continues playing with his hair] That's not really an answer, Matty

[Sitting here in the dim light of the living room, Matt looked like he'd gotten the life sucked out of him. Hunched over, the blanket wrapped tight. Jake knew he certainly hadn't slept much, being anxiously stirred every time Matt shifted. He should have known something was off sooner]

[he tilts his head to the side slightly, voice quiet as he carefully pries] ... What did you dream about

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Yknow.. You're the first person who's had the privilege to call me that since Stick died." He muttered softly. He inhales sharply at the question, eyes darting downward. "Please.. Don't make me talk about it. Not right now." He pleads quietly, swallowing the lump in his throat. He had hoped since he hadn't screamed that he wouldn't wake him up. He seemed to draw the blanket around himself tighter, if that was possible.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[His expression softens seeing Matt get more upset, his chest tightening] We don't have to talk about it. I'm sorry. [He pulls the other in, guiding his head into his shoulder as he rubs a hand over his back slowly]

[Jake silently kicks himself. He should have realized. Usually Matt would scream when he had a nightmare, kicking at the blankets and sobbing. That always woke Jake up- and he was greatful for it- always trying to help. But tonight, Matt was probably planning on being out here alone. Silently waiting for morning, drowning in his own demons]

... You should have woken me. [Jake mumbles into Matt's shoulder softly]

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He sucked in a shaky breath as he was pulled against him, hiding his face in his shoulder. "Didn't wanna wake you up.." he mutters quietly. Jake didn't get enough sleep as it is, he was trying not to deprived him of it more if he could get away with it. Slowly he began to unfurl himself as he found himself relaxing against him, exhaling a heavy sigh.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Jake pulls back just enough to look at him, reaching to hold Matt's face in his palms, worried he might fall forward from exhaustion.]

I don't want to be sleepin' if you can't. It wouldn't be right. [He speaks gently, thumb tracing the burn scars around his eyes, noting the still viable indent on his nose from glasses sitting far too long.]

... What do you need right now? We don't have to talk 'bout it.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He relaxed beneath his touch when hands gently cradled his face, looking up at him wearily. While jake had stayed in the other room for a few minutes after he'd initially gotten up, he'd been coming down from a panic attack. "I.." he sighed heavily, biting the inside of his cheek. "I don't know." He admitted quietly.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[That bad, huh? It wasn't often Matt was so unsure of himself. Most of the time, he still wanted to fight after being injured, still wanted to go into work after a hard loss. It took a lot to rattle him like this, a combination of exhaustion and what Jake could only imagine were the worst horrors his mind could subject him to.]

You don't have to know, mi vida. We're here now, we're safe. [He smiles softly, feeling him lean into the touch] I'm glad I woke up. Not seein' you for eight hours every night is kinda a bummer [he teases gently]

[he whispers softly] Would you like to rest, or do you need a distraction?

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He flushes softly at the others teasing, a tired chuckle escaping him. "I don’t think I can go back to sleep right now." He muttered against him, despite the clear exhaustion from not sleeping well for the past several hours. He inhales a shaky breath, hiding his face against his shoulder. He was grateful he didn't have to be alone in the moment, despite feeling guilty he was interrupting their sleep too because of it. His body had finally seemed to calm down however, instead of taking hours like it usually would've.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Jake let's him lean against him for a moment, savoring the moment as the idea comes. He smirks after a moment, carefully leaning Matt off of him and getting up] I have an idea. I'll be right back-

[Jake walks over to the record player, putting on Matt's favorite without hesitation. He adjusts the sound, making it gentle on the others ears.]

Dance with me? [He holds out a hand, already grinning]

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He raised an eyebrow, watching him stand up. He yawned, rubbing his eyes sleepily. He was still utterly exhausted, but the last thing he was interested right now was sleep. He blinks at the offer, flushing softly. Regardless, he lets him pull him to his feet. "It's four in the morning, you know.." he chuckles quietly.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[he chuckles happily, bringing Matt to his feet and pulling him closer] Exactly. No better time for dancin'.

[It's nothing exciting, just slow familiar steps. Jake leads them around the living room in relaxed circles, falling into the most lovely rhythm. Even now, both in their pajamas and heavily sleep deprived, the moment felt perfect.]

[He smirks, murmuring quietly as they move around the space] How was I supposed to pass you up

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

A startled chuckle escapes him when hes pulled flush against him, messy curls framing his face like a halo in the light of the living room, softly lit by the billboard outside. "You're a sap, you know.." he murmured, voice soft. "Jakeee.." he hides his face in his shoulder, flustered by his words.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[He chuckles softly, pulling him even closer] What? I'm not allowed to speak the truth?

[he smirks, murmuring between them] Well Matty, listen to my heart when I say you look wonderful tonight [he attempts to spin his partner around, albeit a bit awkward because of the height difference, followed by dipping him backwards. He holds him there comfortably for a moment, feeling his chest swell just seeing him smile]

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

A noise of surprise escapes him when he's suddenly spun around, the moonlight illuminating the warmth blossoming across his cheeks to neatly match his hair. A startled laugh escapes him, expression softening. "Who knew the fist of vengeance was such a romantic?" He can't help but tease him a little.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

[@khonshus-favorite-son for Matt]

From: https://www.tumblr.com/horrificmemes/178528045986/send-me-cant-sleep-to-have-a-tired?source=share

"Can't sleep?" (Your choice if it's Matt or Jake having trouble!)

He'd been so out of it he hadn't even heard Jake enter the room. He nearly jumped out of his skin, startled. "Sorry, I.. Didn't mean to wake you by getting up." He muttered softly. He was curled up on the couch with one of the spare blankets around his shoulders, hair messy from waking up.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Jake had been standing in the doorway for a couple minutes now, just watching. He knew something was up when Matt kept tossing and turning- maybe just sore or uncomfortable- but now he knew there was something else to it.]

No need to apologize mi luz. [Jake walks over to the sofa with a soft smile, sitting down next to Matt and running a hand thru his messy ginger waves.]

... What's on your mind?

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He seemed to relax when he felt fingers carding through his messy hair, involuntarily leaning into the touch. "..Can't sleep." He mumbles. More nightmares. He thought he'd managed to get up without startling the other awake, but apparently not. He looked exhausted. Even after patrolling for hours, he still managed to toss and turn.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Jake hums unconvinced, smirking at him tiredly as he continues playing with his hair] That's not really an answer, Matty

[Sitting here in the dim light of the living room, Matt looked like he'd gotten the life sucked out of him. Hunched over, the blanket wrapped tight. Jake knew he certainly hadn't slept much, being anxiously stirred every time Matt shifted. He should have known something was off sooner]

[he tilts his head to the side slightly, voice quiet as he carefully pries] ... What did you dream about

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Yknow.. You're the first person who's had the privilege to call me that since Stick died." He muttered softly. He inhales sharply at the question, eyes darting downward. "Please.. Don't make me talk about it. Not right now." He pleads quietly, swallowing the lump in his throat. He had hoped since he hadn't screamed that he wouldn't wake him up. He seemed to draw the blanket around himself tighter, if that was possible.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[His expression softens seeing Matt get more upset, his chest tightening] We don't have to talk about it. I'm sorry. [He pulls the other in, guiding his head into his shoulder as he rubs a hand over his back slowly]

[Jake silently kicks himself. He should have realized. Usually Matt would scream when he had a nightmare, kicking at the blankets and sobbing. That always woke Jake up- and he was greatful for it- always trying to help. But tonight, Matt was probably planning on being out here alone. Silently waiting for morning, drowning in his own demons]

... You should have woken me. [Jake mumbles into Matt's shoulder softly]

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He sucked in a shaky breath as he was pulled against him, hiding his face in his shoulder. "Didn't wanna wake you up.." he mutters quietly. Jake didn't get enough sleep as it is, he was trying not to deprived him of it more if he could get away with it. Slowly he began to unfurl himself as he found himself relaxing against him, exhaling a heavy sigh.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Jake pulls back just enough to look at him, reaching to hold Matt's face in his palms, worried he might fall forward from exhaustion.]

I don't want to be sleepin' if you can't. It wouldn't be right. [He speaks gently, thumb tracing the burn scars around his eyes, noting the still viable indent on his nose from glasses sitting far too long.]

... What do you need right now? We don't have to talk 'bout it.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He relaxed beneath his touch when hands gently cradled his face, looking up at him wearily. While jake had stayed in the other room for a few minutes after he'd initially gotten up, he'd been coming down from a panic attack. "I.." he sighed heavily, biting the inside of his cheek. "I don't know." He admitted quietly.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[That bad, huh? It wasn't often Matt was so unsure of himself. Most of the time, he still wanted to fight after being injured, still wanted to go into work after a hard loss. It took a lot to rattle him like this, a combination of exhaustion and what Jake could only imagine were the worst horrors his mind could subject him to.]

You don't have to know, mi vida. We're here now, we're safe. [He smiles softly, feeling him lean into the touch] I'm glad I woke up. Not seein' you for eight hours every night is kinda a bummer [he teases gently]

[he whispers softly] Would you like to rest, or do you need a distraction?

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He flushes softly at the others teasing, a tired chuckle escaping him. "I don’t think I can go back to sleep right now." He muttered against him, despite the clear exhaustion from not sleeping well for the past several hours. He inhales a shaky breath, hiding his face against his shoulder. He was grateful he didn't have to be alone in the moment, despite feeling guilty he was interrupting their sleep too because of it. His body had finally seemed to calm down however, instead of taking hours like it usually would've.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Jake let's him lean against him for a moment, savoring the moment as the idea comes. He smirks after a moment, carefully leaning Matt off of him and getting up] I have an idea. I'll be right back-

[Jake walks over to the record player, putting on Matt's favorite without hesitation. He adjusts the sound, making it gentle on the others ears.]

Dance with me? [He holds out a hand, already grinning]

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He raised an eyebrow, watching him stand up. He yawned, rubbing his eyes sleepily. He was still utterly exhausted, but the last thing he was interested right now was sleep. He blinks at the offer, flushing softly. Regardless, he lets him pull him to his feet. "It's four in the morning, you know.." he chuckles quietly.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[he chuckles happily, bringing Matt to his feet and pulling him closer] Exactly. No better time for dancin'.

[It's nothing exciting, just slow familiar steps. Jake leads them around the living room in relaxed circles, falling into the most lovely rhythm. Even now, both in their pajamas and heavily sleep deprived, the moment felt perfect.]

[He smirks, murmuring quietly as they move around the space] How was I supposed to pass you up

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

A startled chuckle escapes him when hes pulled flush against him, messy curls framing his face like a halo in the light of the living room, softly lit by the billboard outside. "You're a sap, you know.." he murmured, voice soft. "Jakeee.." he hides his face in his shoulder, flustered by his words.