( danny wishes he could say that he's here because he followed john, good for nothing fuck-up of a son who never learns, never listens. he wishes he could say that he burned it all down for john, the duchess' head on a plate, her castle and city in steaming rubble and danny at the tippy top of it all, little boy playing dress-up in his daddy's big shoes. he wishes he could say that he didn't fall the fuck apart the day john disappeared, little boy mourning his daddy in his daddy's big bed. he wishes he could say he had something to bring him, but all he has is loss, no collar, no bone knife or house or jem or cozy cabin in the woods.
no, he's here by chance, like the last time, because some other god or higher power higher than even john gaius ordained it to be so, amen. the higher power in front of him right now tells him to kneel without saying it, fisted hand in his dark hair screwing him toward the floor; danny fights him the whole way down, clawing and spitting like a hellcat through the blood loss and jagged bone jutting from his wrist, his lashes fat and spiky with tears wept in ragepainrage.
spitefully, he bares his bloodied teeth and smears them across john's fly, biting down on a mouthful of trousers and dick. )
I hate you, ( for leaving him, for lying to him, for giving danny a home and making him think he could be anything other than what he's always been, fucking nothing, just a hole, just john's holes and john's come back to collect, daddy's here now, daddy's mad. he wrenches back against the hand in his hair and stares up at john blearily, into his black chasm eyes. )
I fuckin', I — I hate you. You don't get to ask me anything ever again.
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no, he's here by chance, like the last time, because some other god or higher power higher than even john gaius ordained it to be so, amen. the higher power in front of him right now tells him to kneel without saying it, fisted hand in his dark hair screwing him toward the floor; danny fights him the whole way down, clawing and spitting like a hellcat through the blood loss and jagged bone jutting from his wrist, his lashes fat and spiky with tears wept in ragepainrage.
spitefully, he bares his bloodied teeth and smears them across john's fly, biting down on a mouthful of trousers and dick. )
I hate you, ( for leaving him, for lying to him, for giving danny a home and making him think he could be anything other than what he's always been, fucking nothing, just a hole, just john's holes and john's come back to collect, daddy's here now, daddy's mad. he wrenches back against the hand in his hair and stares up at john blearily, into his black chasm eyes. )
I fuckin', I — I hate you. You don't get to ask me anything ever again.