#muse;dane

Dane opened the door to his current residence. It wasn’t much really but it was the most at home he had felt in a very long time. Funny how a small place like this with its wooden and creaking floor boards felt better to him than the opulence of LaCounte Manor back at home. That had been nice for its size but because of his mother and grandfather it had felt more like standing on thin ice.

They weren’t here though and while his life was far from perfect he was learning that sometimes breathing the wrong way wasn’t going to be end up… badly. As long as he continued to not stand out he knew that his mother wouldn’t care, much less his grandfather.

He was safe here, he was safe.

“Hello?” he called out a little as he closed the door behind him and going to remove his coat. He took out his wand and left it by the door planning on not using magic for the rest of the day if he could avoid it. It wasn’t that he didn’t use magic but more that he… didn’t want to.

“I know I don’t really celebrate but you do and I wanted to give you something anyway” Dane said as he held out the box he had wrapped himself in red paper and a gold bow. The box wasn’t too big, in fact it could be held in one hand. 

Your muse throws a punch at mine.

@greeneyesandaballpointpen

It wasn’t the absolute first time thatDane had been punched in the face... He knew the feeling well enough by now,the explosion of pain, the moment where it felt like your face burned hot andthen the wave that comes from where the punch was thrown and expands the wholeof your face creating ripples of pain in its wake. Then finally the taste ofiron in your mouth or the warmth trail of blood if your nose blead. Those were the things he knew, what he didn’t know was thefeeling of betrayal that came from being punched by someone you cared for. 

@deluca-demigods

Dane frowned as he looked down at himself but the room was... shifting. Man what *was* he covered in? He knew he had to do his best to appear at least semi sober in front of his mother but it was a little hard when you were literally so high that the room was spinning and there was... coral coming off of the wall? He took a deep breath and shook his head slowly. In reality he was doing it so slowly that it looked stupid but in his mind he was acting just fine. 

“When my father killed himself those were put there by Dionysus... In fact part of the forest is actually flowers Dionysus put there for his kids that ae died.” he smiled ad took another long drag “trns out Dionysus is quite the sentimental” 

@mixandmatchmuses

Dane had been drinking... it wasn’t that he necessarily liked drinking but it just happened so often now that he was starting to simply see it as a daily routine. Go out. Get drunk. Have fun. He had expected to find Nate here but he hadn’t shown up... Of course he had been heart broken about it but the alcohol made everything better and, besides, it wasn’t like Nate owed him anything... if anytig it was the other way around. Yeah that was probably another reason to drink. 

The party had been fun, as expected, but it was on te way home where things got... interesting. He was drunk and high and yet the moment he saw Nate walking toward him e felt more sober than ever.