Thread:Dawndragon1828/@comment-34147452-20190711015215/@comment-32273133-20190726200156

Micah’s about to ask “what book” when Damian unbuttons his shirt. “You....oh my gods, you really did....” He’s about to either pass out or pepper Damian with even more questions when he registers how close Damian is to breaking down, and his expression mellows.

“You didn’t fail me,” he says softly, cupping Damian’s face in his hands. “You could never fail me, love. I’m here for whatever you need, whether that be to talk, cry, get so drunk you forget your name, break things, whatever. I’m here. I’ll always be here, no matter what,” He stands on his toes and pecks Damian quickly on the lips. “Promise.”

His tone is gentle, but if you look close enough, there’s a cold fury brewing inside him.

Whoever did this to you....they’ll be begging for mercy by the time I’m done with them.