"If there was a button that killed everyone I hated, I probably wouldn't press it ... but if there was a button that killed everyone who hated me, I'd press it without hesitation."
( which, fair enough. danny uses men like knives, too. but danny doesn't pretend those knives aren't knives any more than he doesn't pretend he isn't a knife, either. guard a knife's front, you get a knife in the back. guard a knife's back, you get a knife in the throat.
knives don't always go where you want them to, like the inner thigh, like the wrist. )
i don't wanna kill you, gorgeous. waste of a pretty face, and house would never let me hear the end of it if he knew i was even sneezing in your direction. this is a conversation.
( certainly not with his father, or even his grandaddy. he only needs two hands to track the number of times he's ever said it to anyone: six times with quentin, twice with john, once as a hormonal teenager with a fat tittied girl who wouldn't let him fuck her or her fat titties unless he kissed those words into her mouth, and once at 22 — two murders under his belt, so many more on the way — with a soft-eyed boy danny thought he could maybe learn how to love, if he tried hard enough. if he tried hard enough, he'd get it right eventually. if he tried hard enough, he'd feel sorry someday. he tried and tried, over tabletops and against dirty dive bar walls and on top of the sun-warmed hoods of honda accords, rabbiting his dick into anyone who would take him. can't turn cum into love, turns out.
never in the fog. there was no love allowed for anyone in the fog. the entity ate that, too. )
offer still stands. you know where to find me if you want me to make a trophy out of someone's dick.
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but here ain't so linear or simple, is it? if it was, q wouldn't be telling you to back off some cunt you know is a problem.
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Even if I convinced him to stop messing with Cesare he’d just pick up a new annoying asshole the next day.
At least you made sense.
cw: self-harm implication
( which, fair enough. danny uses men like knives, too. but danny doesn't pretend those knives aren't knives any more than he doesn't pretend he isn't a knife, either. guard a knife's front, you get a knife in the back. guard a knife's back, you get a knife in the throat.
knives don't always go where you want them to, like the inner thigh, like the wrist. )
i made sense to you?
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He should stop. ]
Yeah.
You know what I mean. Don’t play dumb.
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you made sense to me, too.
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Do you think I’m an idiot?
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( a bull. )
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do you want to kill me?
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But if it’s between killing you and you killing me? I’m not going through resurrection again. No way in hell.
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[ No. Come on. Don't get distracted. ]
Are you expecting me to believe Quentin wasn't pretty enough not to kill?
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( mostly to tell danny to behave himself. )
quentin was a very special case.
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I’m sure.
I’m grateful for your help bringing Murphy back. It doesn’t erase everything else. But I’m grateful.
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have you seen him since he rezzed? ( . . . ) how is he?
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[ There’s some hesitancy to be too vulnerable around Danny. But he pushes that aside. ]
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you're a good boy, junpei.
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I’m an adult. Not a boy.
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And I just owe him a lot. Thats all.
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But, yeah. I do.
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( certainly not with his father, or even his grandaddy. he only needs two hands to track the number of times he's ever said it to anyone: six times with quentin, twice with john, once as a hormonal teenager with a fat tittied girl who wouldn't let him fuck her or her fat titties unless he kissed those words into her mouth, and once at 22 — two murders under his belt, so many more on the way — with a soft-eyed boy danny thought he could maybe learn how to love, if he tried hard enough. if he tried hard enough, he'd get it right eventually. if he tried hard enough, he'd feel sorry someday. he tried and tried, over tabletops and against dirty dive bar walls and on top of the sun-warmed hoods of honda accords, rabbiting his dick into anyone who would take him. can't turn cum into love, turns out.
never in the fog. there was no love allowed for anyone in the fog. the entity ate that, too. )
offer still stands. you know where to find me if you want me to make a trophy out of someone's dick.
( he also takes requests! )