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Slasher / DBD ShortDanny Johnson / The GhostfacePrompt: Angst

“Baby, baby...” He wheezed, an underlying quiver to his rasping voice. Shaking, gloved fingers crept along your jawline. “Sweetheart, can you hear me? I didn’t mean to, I swear... God, I--”

A cough bubbled out of your chest, a slick bead of blood pooling over your lip. A copper twang flooded through your mouth, and the sight of it almost made Danny gag. For someone so used to causing hurt, hurting you was the last thing he could have wanted. 

He pulled your face into his chest, resting your back upon his knees. “Hey, hey, come on now. Stay with me, I’ve got you. I swear I didn’t-- I didn’t mean to- You were just- I didn’t know it was you-”

You knew that. But that didn’t make it any less painful. You couldn’t breathe. He’d left the blade embedded in your sternum, where you could see the handle sticking proudly into the sky. Blood swirled around the wound, but the knife served as enough of a plug to prolong your suffering. You wanted him to rip it out. You wanted it to be over.

But he wouldn’t. His face buried into your neck, quiet sobs whispering against your skin. He couldn’t do it. Your lungs felt overwhelmingly heavy as you tried to call out to him, but only a dying hush slid from your lips like a forlorn ghost. The sound of it made him tremble, clinging desperately to your breaking, fragile little body. 

oh what a coincidence ily too 😳😳

pwophet i wuv u thank u ... have a tiny. .. tiny little... thing... of danny being sweet for 1 whole minute bc that’s all the rat man is capable of

“What are you thinkin’ about?” You ask, sleepily glancing up to the side of his face. His fingers gently drum against the side of your thigh as he holds you close to his chest, his legs drawn up on the recliner. You’re settled so perfectly in the nook between his thighs and his torso, and you’ve never felt more comfortable in your life. 

He’s not wearing that damned mask of his, for once. There’s a passive expression on his face as he hums quietly into the silence, slowly shifting his gaze to look at you. There’s dark circles collecting beneath his eyes and a far-off, distant look in his gaze. He’s clearly in his own head right now, lost in his thoughts. 

“Oh, y’know,” he muses, “just... Things. You, mainly.”

You quirk your eyebrow, but before you can truly question him, he’s planting a soft little kiss upon your forehead. “Don’t you read into that. Don’t want to be boosting your ego now, do we?” 

Ah. So he was thinking something good about you, then? You smiled and buried your head into his chest. 

honey u never bother me i love u so much when u speak to me my heart goes boom boom

“Can’t sleep?” You mumble, pawing the exhaustion from your eyes as you approach him. Quentin is sat on one of the logs, staring into the campfire with a blank look on his face. He looks tired. More than tired. He looks ready to keel over. 

His dark eyes shift up to look at you and a small, guilty smile stretches across his lips. “Sorry,” he shrugs. “I just keep thinking, and... And you know where thinking gets me.” 

“I know,” you perch on the log beside him. Quentin seems to immediately sink into your warmth, pressing the side of his thigh against yours and gently leaning on your shoulder. You feel his head loll against your shoulder and lean your cheek on him. 

Everyone is asleep. You can hear David snoring just a few metres away from where he’d sprawled out on the grass, Nea is curled up by the fire like a cat. It’s quiet and calm, and the crackling of the fire makes your eyelids feel all the more heavy. 

“D’you think there’s gonna be a trial tomorrow?” He asks, voice low. He’s scared. His insecurities and terrors always seem to come out at night, and only when he’s alone with you. It’s nice that he has this trust in you, but you’d rather he didn’t have to feel so fearful at all. 

“No,” you respond, though you can never be sure. Quentin makes a noise of confusion, and you elaborate. “Tomorrow... You and me are going to lake.”

“But what if there is a tri-”

“We’re going to lake,” you repeat, with no room for argument. You don’t know that. You could never know if you’d wake up at the campfire with Quentin, or you’d be whisked away to one of the many realms to be hunted. You couldn’t know. That didn’t mean you had to give in. “I know you love the lake,” a yawn slips out of you. “We can invite the others, or... Or it can be just you and me.”

He stays quiet for a second. You’re not quite sure whether he’s buying into your hopeful promises, but finally, he speaks. “Just us,” he mumbles, and you smile. Quentin sighs softly into the fog and moves to sit up, and you miss his warmth almost immediately. But it’s alright, because he leans over and presses his lips to your cheek and offers his hand. 

PROPHET!!! TY I LOVE U AAAA

would u like a tear friend

sunkissed - autumn or spring?

Autumn, because that’s a hecka lot of orange. And I love orange.

paper - favorite children’s book?

I don’t actually remember a lot of my childhood, but I think I read a lot of books by Michael Morpurgo? Who knows lmao

shampoo - favorite scent?

Toss-up between uhh.... Log fires and petrol. Yeah, I’m fucking weird.

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9. How tall are you?i say i’m 5″4 but i’m really just on the slightly higher end of 5″3 so i round it up to seem taller

31. What position do you usually sleep in? bold of you to assume i sleepusually foetal i just want to be warm