âstay there. iâm coming there to get you.â heartofthepractice
love this disaster! accepting.
D A R E D E V I L defies death once more by a hairâs breadth. the martyr lives to endure another punishment, the crusader heads home, broken and traumatised, by the grace of god. it was a trap made of sheer numbers, and he only managed to flee by virtue of darkness - his true advantage. the escape attempt was messy yet successful as he methodically smashed all the lights in the passageways snaking below the warehouse, which had given him just enough edge to barrel out of sight, like a stray cat scampering in the moving shadows.and now, crouched pathetically behind a heap of trash in one of the cityâs forgotten alleys, he clutches his burner phone close to his ear, slippery from the blood pouring out from a gash across his temple, panting heavily as his lungs struggle to supply him with enough oxygen. the list of people both matthew and the devil can trust is slim, and foggy features at the very top; and while he doesnât want to drag him into the life threatening dangers he willingly throws himself into on a nightly basis, heâs agreed to compromise in exchange for his partnerâs cherished forgiveness for being a shitty friend. foggy in fact claims that if he has to worry about his dumb ass regardless, he will live better knowing which dumpster matt is bleeding behind so he can at least do something about it; and there is a certain strength, a comforting determination in his partnerâs directive that keeps him from regretting his choice. his consciousness wavers dangerously, and itâs not like he can move much in this state, as heâd spent the last of his remaining strength getting to relative safety. and when he murmurs a defeated âIâm sorryâŚâ and before he can ask him to bring a change of clothes, itâs already too late; foggyâs hung up, and on his way to pick up his roadkill of a best friend off the street, just as promised.
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