forum Boys will be boys (CLOSED MxM ROLEPLAY)(Stalkers welcomed and appreciated <3)

Started March 16, 2020 by @Fraust

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Damien jolted upwards at the sharp caterwauling coming from outside his door. Ah, fuck. Ginger. He was the only one that ever fed the cat, and it seemed like he had slept in a little late for her tastes.

Rowan woke with a start, his heart pounding and his eyes wide. "Fuck! W-What the hell was that??" He asked quickly.

Damien flinched away from the noise, already putting on his house shoes. “Fuck, dude-! It’s my cat, chill! She’s just hungry.” He stood up, rubbing sleep from his eyes and opening his bedroom door. Ginger came barreling in, ready to nag Damien until he fed her breakfast.

Rowan drew in a wavering breath, rubbing at his tired eyes as he sighed. "Fuckin… not used to that… Milo doesn't ever try that shit…"

“Obviously, Milo’s a lot more polite than this demon bitch.” He scooped Ginger up in arms, pressing kisses to her sleek head. “Do you wanna get a little more sleep while I go feed her?”

"Mm…" Rowan curled up into a ball again and closed his eyes, slowly beginning to relax again after having been startled.

Damien glanced at his shut blinds. Those blocked out almost all of the sunlight, leaving his room a dimly lit space where the only light came from an orange salt lamp on top of his desk. He slipped out to feed Ginger and change her litter (and then thoroughly wash his hands), coming back after ten or so minutes.

Rowan was still semi awake upon Damien's return. "Mmmm… don't you have to go to school, Damien…?" He asked.

“Oh, fuck.” Damien squeezed his eyes shut, freezing in place. “God, I do. It’s only 7:40-ish, right? I have… 5 minutes to get ready and catch the bus. Easy.”

"Mm… Do you think your parents will mind if I stuck around? I can't be bothered, and I'm crippled, so that's my excuse. I'm 'recovering'."

“My mom’s at work until 7, and I think my dad just left on another trip, so you’ll be fine.” Damien was digging around for clothes, changing as fast as humanly possible and running his fingers through his hair in absence of a comb.

"Ah… yeah… I'll probably just try to sleep." Rowan yawned and closed his eyes again, not liking the idea of being alone all day.

“Smart. Ginger’s here all day if you wanna spend some time with her.” He tugged on his shoes, snatching up his backpack and phone. “Uh- fuck, yeah, I gotta go, but I’ll see you in a couple hours!”

"Bye, Damien…" Rowan sighed and just tried to clear his mind so he could sleep. Eventually, he managed to doze off again.

(Nah dw I got it)
Rowan wasn't able to sleep long, unfortunately, and started pacing as well as he could on crutches. He curled up on the couch for a while, got dragged into his swirling storm of thoughts, and inevitably had another anxiety attack. He wasn't doing much better an hour later; in fact, he'd gotten worse. He pretty much couldn't even think anymore except about how he was alone and would be alone forever, even though Damien was returning in only a few hours. After a quick blip in which he lost all conscious thought of what he was doing, he found himself kneeling in the bathroom with his arms bleeding profusely. His eyes widened and he quickly grabbed his phone, still panicking.
dam ier n
i d id smthing rlly bad

(Thanks, thanks)

Damien sat in class, half asleep already. Having history first period, especially when your teacher was about 500 years old and all they did was lecture, was not very stimulating. He took the occasional note, pretending to be paying attention, but mostly just zoning in and out. His phone vibrated from his back pocket, though luckily it wasn’t audible to most anyone else. He checked the notifications, his face paling as he saw them.
what happened????????
are you ok??
He raised his hand to get the teacher’s attention. “Mr Brown, can I go to the nurse? I’m getting a migraine.” He was lying through his teeth, but it was believable enough. After all, he did have chronic migraines, and he took medication for them that was on his record.

Rowan curled up into a tight ball, hyperventilating while he watched his blood spread across the bathroom tiles.
cn u come bac kj?
i think m gonna pas s out
m hand s r shakin damen
m sorry i got blood n the fkoor

fuck yeah ofc
please dont do anything stupid
i couldnt give a shit abt my floor dude are you ok
Damien left class at the first notice that he could, playing up his fake headache to get permission to leave from the nurse. He headed outside to the parking lot, getting into his car and heading home as quickly as be could without getting pulled over.
omw please be safe

(i know that damien said he had to catch the bus, but that’s just sorta a thing he says?? he essentially just meant that was how long until he had to leave, lmao)

(Lol np)
m scared damien
i don t wanna die
Rowan sobbed quietly, his tears mingling with the blood on the floor. He was vaguely aware of his blood soaking into his hair.
i dint meanto im sorry

Damien pulled into his driveway, hopping out and essentially sprinting to the bathroom. He felt sick at the sight of all the blood. What could he even do? Call an ambulance? He couldn’t deal with them shit his own. Damien immediately crouched down to Rowan’s level, taking his arms to assess the damage. “Fuck- I’m calling am ambulance. I can’t- I-“ He choked out his words, fumbling his phone to dial 911.

Rowan was shaking violently and didn't seem to be fully there. It looked like he had found a razor under the sink and had effectively shredded up his forearms. Thankfully, none of the cuts were deep. Rowan hadn't been actively thinking enough to attempt anything permanent. He was still crying while he stared blankly at the wall. "M'sorry… s-so sorry… d… d-didn't mean… to…" He stammered in scarcely more than a whisper.

Damien shook his head, frantic as he talked to the operator. “I-it’s- no, they’re not deep- but there’s a lot of blood, he’s in a really bad way-“ He took another look at Rowan’s arm to better describe it, but nearly threw up when he did. He answered a few more questions, the calmness of the 911 operator infuriating as he gave her the address and hung up. “Ro- hey, hey, buddy, look at me. I-“ Hot tears fell down his cheeks. He really didn’t know how to handle this.