#rip dani

The dancer exclaimed his name with a sense of bizarre glee as any form of trust had long been reduced to mere cordial interaction and caution. Still, she ran directly towards the red-haired man, latching onto his arm as if no mistake had just been made.

Oh- now wasn't this an unfortunate mistake.

Well, for her, anyway.

Him sad ;-; Tried writing something for them in my more descriptive style, usually saved for my philosophical rambles haha but. I guess that’s more or less what Dani is doing here so.

ALSO I DID NOT PROOF READ THIS I COULD NOT FOCUS BRAIN LONG ENOUGH SORRY.

TWs: Toxic relationship, brief mentions of the following; things in skin, drugs, death (sort of, it’s more metaphorical), implication of needles

Timeframe: A while after Danika has been Andrik’s Jewel

Danika watched as the golden threads so long a part of him glinted coldly in the moonlight. His eyes followed the icy glimmer tiredly as he slowly rotated his arm back and forth, watching the light catch on the gemstones and cast a momentary star into the air. Watching as it blinked out of existence, died so easily as he tilted his arm just a fraction of a centimeter to the side.

They all died so very easily.

Almost like they were never there to begin with. If he hadn’t seen the little spark with his own eyes, no one would have ever known it existed. Almost like his love.

He glanced at Andrik, sound asleep next to him. Danika should be sleeping too, it was well into the quiet hours of the morning, but he’d been finding it difficult ever since… well. Ever since. He’d worried Andrik several times with how sickly he had become and how often the mafia lord walked in on him wavering only to pass out a few seconds later. Exhaustion was taking a toll on him, but it was still better than giving in to more of Andrik’s drugs or the nightmares.

Although he could barely call them nightmares, they were more. Memories. Twisted and distorted till he could barely recognize them. And yet Danika was certain they had happened. They had to have. He couldn’t imagine how he could have loved Andrik without at least some of the memories being real, couldn’t imagine how he could still love him, somewhere inside himself that was protected from the ice that grew colder every day.

Danika continued playing with the gold, though it looked less like gold and more like silver in the dark. Silver. Hope, love, and kindness. False in both its glitter and promises.

~

Danika dropped an enormous book down on the table with a thud.

“That’s so big though! Did you really read all that?” Andrik’s skeptical tone earned him a stuck out tongue.

“I told you I didn’t read it all, I haven’t had time. I was just looking through it, and found some cool stuff! It’s all about magic and symbols and things like that. I thought you liked that?”

Andrik nodded, looking somewhat more interested at the mention of magic but still giving the admittedly very large tome an appraising look. Danika sighed and opened it to somewhere in the middle, flipping through till he reached a page covered with illustrations of precious gems and metals. Andrik perked up, leaning over the book himself, eyes running over the shining ink.

“You want to be a jeweler like your grandpa, right? So I figured you’d be interested in this! It’s all meanings and magical importance of jewels and stuff like that.”

Andrik turned the book towards himself, skimming the page. Danika pointed to a section edged in silver whorls, grinning as he spoke.

“This one is my favourite, it’s about silver,” he turned his head a bit, reading the passage out loud albeit slowly as he tried to decipher the upside down words. “Silver is a precious metal and, like gold, often symbolizes riches and wealth. It is believed to be a mirror to the soul, helping us to see ourselves as others see us. It represents and magnifies hope, mystic visions, kindness, sensitivities, psychic abilities, tenderness, meditation, and unconditional love,” he looked up at Andrik. “Isn’t that pretty?”

The other boy nodded and looked up as well, smiling widely at Danika.

“Yeah, it’s really pretty.”

~

Danika closed his eyes, leaning back against the headboard.

It goes so quickly, doesn’t it? Just like the little stars, here one moment and gone the next, no trace whatsoever. The warm summer days evaporating like so much nothing and the soft kisses blowing away on the wind, replaced with this mockery of a romance. Dreams of the future morphing into horrors that he had to find a way to live through.

Unconditional love and hope. His false silver didn’t do what it was supposed to, but did he really expect it to? It was fake, after all, like everything else, only what he wanted it to be when it was least useful. It would turn back to gold soon enough and with it would come all the wealth and grandeur and broken smiles.

I am still not even a little bit over this...!!!!!!

Entirely not at all expected!!!!

@spine-buster you are beyond words and I love you so and I know you know that but holy fuck omg this is a thing that happened!!!!!!

GETTING FRAMED. GOING ON THE BEDROOM WALL.

Ya girl Dani is kind of dead now.