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capeandcowllogs2013-02-05 05:23 pm
xuffasch) wrote in capeandcowllogs2013-02-05 05:23 pm
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you're what happens when two substances collide;
WHO: xuffasch & amiga
WHERE: damian's bakery
WHEN: monday mid-morning
WARNINGS: idek
SUMMARY: one wayne sibling wants to talk emotions. one doesn't.
FORMAT: stop asking me this.
( Grayson’s gone again, and Damian had barely spoken to him while he was there. He feels justified, in that—he hates Nightwing more than anything, hates what that meant for him. He had given Dick his allegiance, his trust, and whatever passed for his affection as Batman. Nightwing could never have the same consideration. It just isn’t possible.
But Damian still feels empty, and it’s an uncomfortable sensation. He tries to go about his business, gets his usual tall black coffee and over-sugared pastry and sits in one corner of the bakery. He’s wearing a blazer over a red t-shirt, his feet in tightly-laced Converse barely scraping the ground as he swings his legs. It’s not his fault that the City sucks. He shouldn’t have to feel like this.
He’s still wondering why he indirectly told Helena to meet him. He doesn’t hate her as much as he once did, but he still doesn’t know if he trusts her.
But. Blood is blood. So he doesn’t leave. )
xuffasch & amigaWHERE: damian's bakery
WHEN: monday mid-morning
WARNINGS: idek
SUMMARY: one wayne sibling wants to talk emotions. one doesn't.
FORMAT: stop asking me this.
( Grayson’s gone again, and Damian had barely spoken to him while he was there. He feels justified, in that—he hates Nightwing more than anything, hates what that meant for him. He had given Dick his allegiance, his trust, and whatever passed for his affection as Batman. Nightwing could never have the same consideration. It just isn’t possible.
But Damian still feels empty, and it’s an uncomfortable sensation. He tries to go about his business, gets his usual tall black coffee and over-sugared pastry and sits in one corner of the bakery. He’s wearing a blazer over a red t-shirt, his feet in tightly-laced Converse barely scraping the ground as he swings his legs. It’s not his fault that the City sucks. He shouldn’t have to feel like this.
He’s still wondering why he indirectly told Helena to meet him. He doesn’t hate her as much as he once did, but he still doesn’t know if he trusts her.
But. Blood is blood. So he doesn’t leave. )