(closed) october catchall

[miyagimagic]

Who: Daniel and various others.
What: October shenanigans.
When: During all of October.
Where: Locations vary.

Content Warnings: None so far, will edit if this changes.

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[miyagimagic]

[ Under different circumstances, or facing a different person, Daniel easily could have cared about being called cruel. Even now there's a voice in his mind that tells him he should probably care - but it's momentarily pushed back for now.

Still, as Daniel listens to the rest of what Terry says, first replying with a: ]

Yeah?

[ There's the tiniest chance of him calming down a little, some good sense about him returning as he almost seems to catch his breath here - but it doesn't quite reach, still a little too hyped up on the adrenaline of the moment. ]

You think it can still get worse? [ There's an edge to it that almost makes it sound like a challenge. If not just because Daniel obviously has no idea what Terry is actually thinking about as he's saying that, figuring the other is just trying to taunt him, trying to get under his skin. After all, he never asked the other much about his past back when he would have cared, when he would have been immensely curious, given more time—

And after that it was too late to ever start caring anymore, to see this man as anything else other than his personal boogeyman. ]

[dynatox]

I know it can get worse. Much, much worse. For you, too, Danny.

[ He wants to get Daniel riled up, and doesn't like the hint of calm he sees in him, so he chooses his next words carefully, trying to say what he thinks would piss him off the most: ]

If anything, I've been extraordinarily merciful. You should be thanking me.

[ And with that he reaches over to stroke Daniel's cheek with one finger. Sometimes a little affection is worse than wrath. ]

[miyagimagic]

[ There's a brief moment where that finger first touches skin where Daniel seems to freeze up like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck.

It's brief, though it's visibly there, and the next moment Daniel's hand moves instinctively to try and bat that hand away. Definitely not in any practiced karate sort of way - more like how someone who's afraid of spiders might attempt to get one off. Frantic. Desperate.

Forget those words about Terry having been merciful - technically true, considering what he could be doing - or any reasonable thought. Daniel just hisses out, just as instinctive as that movement from a moment ago: ]

Don't touch me.

[ He probably ought to know better than to give weaknesses away to Terry Silver so easily, but it's not like Daniel has ever been good at hiding them.

He's spent ages haunted by the other's touches. He's not going to let him add to it now. ]

[dynatox]

[ When Daniel swats his hand away, Terry retaliates by grabbing him by the wrist and squeezing hard. He relishes in their size difference, in the way his large hand curls all the way around Daniel's arm.

He could snap the boy's bones like a twig, he thinks. But he doesn't. He's merciful. ]

I told you, Danny boy. You don't get to tell me what to do here. [ He chuckles, low and dark, and digs his fingertips into Daniel's forearm hard enough to leave a bruise. ] The wonderful thing about having nothing is having nothing to lose.

[ And with that he releases him, and he turns to take his leave (although he'll stay if there's any protests). ]

[miyagimagic]

[ It hurts. The grip first, and then the way it only seems to tighten around his wrist. For a moment he's convinced the other is out to break his wrist, but the moment he thinks he should do something, gritting his teeth against the pain, the pressure is suddenly gone.

And so is Terry, moving to walk out. For a moment Daniel does nothing, just standing there, a part of him worried the other may take it as an excuse to stay and make things worse if Daniel moves or does anything.

It's only when the other is out the door that his legs finally carry him to follow, all the way until the door, brown eyes staring out into the dark night, like he has to make sure Terry is really gone.

By the time he moves back inside, his heart is beating in a way he can feel even all the way up in his throat, and he breathlessly glances down at the red skin on his wrist, knowing that it'll transform into a bruise that will haunt him and remind him of this encounter for at least a few days, if not more.

Despite the exhaustion that has settled into his blood this month, Daniel doesn't sleep a wink that night. ]