Reo made a happy squeaking sound at the feel of Darius’s arms around him. He relaxes into him, his eyes closed. He felt warm, and strangely, safe. Like nothing could hurt him in this moment. More like Darius wouldn’t let anything hurt him. Which is absurd, because most of the time it!s Darius causing the hurt. Whether it’s physical or emotional.
It didn’t take Reo long to fall asleep into a dark acorn of bliss and peacefulness.
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Reo stirs slightly at the feeling of Darius moving around. At some point I’m the night, Reo’s arm had ended up thrown across the other’s torso with his face pressed into Darius’s chest. He looked to be the epitome of comfort.
He grumbles softly, opening an eye and looking at Darius, “Dari. . .” He mumbles, not putting much effort into speaking. His voice was barely loud enough for him to hear it. He doubted Darius could hear him.
He watches the other man grope at his nit stand, assumedly reaching for the bottle of painkillers a few inches away. “A little to the left. . .” He mumbles again, dropping his face into the pillow.
(SOBBING they’re so cute- I’ll answer when I get some time, I’m currently out right now)
(Also Reo was bleeding???)
(When he slammed his hip into the counter- he completely forgot about it because Darius distracted him- slamming a bottle into the wall, kissing him. . . The works-)
(LMAO true true, though I thought the poor bby had only gotten some bruising :(( )
(The hip slamming is a bruise. But it kept bleeding until it EVENTUALLY clotted leaving a pretty hig bruise on his hip-)
(Oooohhh, yes, I see I see, that does make more sense, gonna have to put some Arnica cream on it :))
Darius had been too much in foggy of a state and pain to really notice his surroundings- especially the guy next to him in bed. As far as he was concerned, last night had been like any other night, just a complete blackout, not remembering much from it. The last thing he remembered was watching The Summoning on the TV before deciding he needed something more. It was one of Darius' guilty pleasures that absolutely no one knew about. If anyone found out about his love for Claire's evilness, he'd probably up and die.
However, when he heard another male's voice from beside him, there was unadulterated terror on his face as he basically whipped around so fast he almost gave himself whiplash. That seemed to wake him up faster than anything else he had ever tried in his entire life, effectively giving himself a migraine-like pain all over, feeling his temples throbbing now.
Darius groaned as he ran a hand over his forehead trying to ease the pain. There was a guy in bed with him, he thought, not having gotten a good look at them yet. For some odd reason, Darius hadn't thought about it being Reo, feeling the chances of the guy being in his bed were in hell at this point.
So then, who had come over?
Darius looked up only to see the almost raven-black hair that stuck up in places, some of the small pieces falling over the sides of his face because of the position he was lying in. The blood completely drained from Darius' face, his eyes immediately looking the other over. There was an audible shaky breath of relief that left him when he saw Reo's clothes were still on. Jesus fuck. He thought, getting a better grasp on the situation.
It took Darius a moment longer to calm down before he spoke.
"What are- why are you in my bed?" He asked, slightly afraid of the answer. Whether it be sex or just simply cuddling, it sent a shiver up his spine. Not because he was opposed to the idea, but because this was all new to him and everything just felt off. How was he supposed to handle situations like this if Reo decided he wanted to do them with Darius sober??
Absolutely not. Over his dead cold body. He tried to convince himself.
Darius was not a cuddler in his head, but his body and actions seemed to be pretty good at taking the reins from him, holding someone coming surprisingly naturally to him.
Reo keeps his face pressed into the pillow, looking out at Darius. He grumbles and throws his arm over his head, nestling further down into the comfortable warmth of the blankets. He huffs at Darius’s question and mumbles, “You drank to match last night. . .”
He rolls, wincing in pain, onto his back, “I’m in here because I wanted snuggles and you were drunk enough to pull me closer instead of throwing me across the room. Apparently me having a small drink at my friend’s party gave me balls or something.” He sits up slowly, wincing more and flops back Rowan, a soft groan of pain in his throat.
His hand goes down to his hip and he lets out a soft curse, tipping his head back against the pillow. He had spent more than half the night bleeding, and now there was a big bruise on his hip. He struggled to remember what from then it came to him. He’d slammed it into the counter when Darius had startled him the night before.
He looks at the other man, “We just spent the night cuddling.”
Darius eyed the guy suspiciously, there being clear tiredness on his face, the faint bags under his eyes a bit more visible this morning. Maybe it was from sleepless nights- or maybe it was the guilt eating at him, maybe just everything being too much at times.
"Drank too much" Darius scoffed as if mocking Reo. The only time drinking would be too much was when it killed him.
Though his tone and voice sounded anything but gentle, he looked Reo over, seeing him sprawled over his bed. He didn't look too bad just laying there in his bed. A slight scowl left him at the thought of sharing his bed with someone else but found that he didn't dislike it as much as he did with other women. In fact, he kind of liked it- if only barely.
"What's wrong with you?" He demanded, a slight edge to his tone, as if ready to grab his hunting gear and track whoever had hurt him down. "Get yourself hurt again?" He said, now turning again to reach over to the painkillers finally, pressing down and turning the cap, shaking the bottle so that four of them came out.
He paused to look at Reo when he confirmed they had only cuddled.
"Good." Was all he said before throwing the meds into his mouth and snatching the half-full water bottle from the stand to swallow the pills with.
Reo sighs softly, looking back at Darius, “Um. . .you startled me last night and I slammed into the counter. I must have forgotten my meds before I fell asleep. . .” He mumbles, dropping his gaze and hunching his shoulders, waiting for Darius to yell at him for being so stupid. Which was warranted, the only reason the was allowed to move out of his parents house was because he had promised to take care of himself.
Reo watches him takes the painkillers, sighing softly and runs his hand through his hair, silent.
Darius could care less about Reo not taking care of himself, is what he thought, but hearing that Reo was getting careless with taking his meds, did maybe slightly irk him. He shot the other a hard-earned glare.
"How the hell did I startle you? You probably came back late as usual, no chance I wasn't in bed by then" He said, getting that night's events mixed up as he drank the painkillers, putting the water back on the nightstand.
He scoffed at the tail end of that sentence.
"Oh, I'm sure your parents are real proud of you for lying to them," He remarked, talking about how Reo wasn't taking care of himself and his parents were basically clueless about it, but it seemed like his grumpiness did die down a bit as he stared at Reo, now seeming like he didn't know what to do. Hell. Darius didn't know what to do, what did you say in this situation? He usually had the women out of his bed before he woke up, warning them before they went to sleep.
This being part of the reason why- the awkwardness in the morning. He didn't do the lovey-dovey shit, pretending like they loved each other and there was some sort of semblance of a connection there- there never was.
"Let me see." He said suddenly, now moving to the edge of the bed to sit on it, rolling his shoulder blades as he stretched, not unlike a cat. It seemed like strange behavior from Darius' end- asking to see the damage…he never really did that, though, his roughness also didn't seem to go away despite being suddenly interested in Reo.
Reo glares, “You were sitting in the kitchen drinking, Darius. You’re never in there when I get home. How the Hell was I supposed to know you were in there last night?” He shakes his head, looking away.
“You went to bed after you slammed your bottle into the wall and kissed me.”
Reo’s spine stiffened at Darius’s words and his green gaze sharpened more, “I forgot them one time. And it was your fault. You were the one who- Shit. . .” He mumbles, flopping back and groaning.
“There’s glass all over the floor.” He mutters, closing his eyes. He squeaks at Darius’s words and his eyes open peering at the other. His hand drift to his waistband, “What? Why?”
(Apparently, taking a 4 day break does nothing to help my brain function. . . And Reo, why are you still being so. . . Weird. You’re not tipsy anymore. Stop being weird. . .)
(lmfao i felt that so hard, i feel like i was on a roll these past few days and then poof my body decided it was time to drain my energy. also am loving the sassy behavior from Reo XD sorry for kind of stalling the rp a bit, I'm trying but am only able to get like one rp reply done a day or two if I really try to push it- I wont say that I'm taking a break bc i really love this rp buuuuttt i might fall into a coma one of these days lmao hope my absence doesn't take you by surprise if i do up vanishing for a bit)
(Reo has a secret side, ig. . . Lol. Kai always says I can be a brat and it comes out in all my characters 🤔)
(It’s perfectly fine. I’m expecting the same thing from myself any of these days. . .)
(Hahaha that’s kind of interesting ngl 😆 and yeah- I hope it gets better for you though ^^ mental or physical fatigue, or worse, both at the same time, is a real pain)
Darius rolled his eyes at Reo stating the facts of that night as if he hadn't subtly asked for them, then scoffing at Reo picking up his habits. What were they? A married couple?
"You don't know that, you come home late most days anyways, I could be sitting in the kitchen before you come back for all you know" He tried to defend himself, but it came off as him making Reo out to be dumber than he was.
He, however, stayed quiet at Reo's rhetorical question, then seemed to freeze altogether when Reo told him about the kiss. While Darius didn't remember the events too clearly there was a feeling in his chest that told him that it had been a good night- well. Mostly.
"A kiss." He echoed, though, mostly mumbling it to the point where his voice sounded like a whisper. He glanced back over at Reo as he flopped back onto the bed again. The way Reo was acting now was probably one of the rare instances that the guy had the balls to talk to him the way he was.
There was a small hum that came from Darius at the development in character, wondering if that would last at all or if he'd reset to his pushover state again.
"I'll clean it" Came Darius' voice, because while Darius was an asshole, the least he could do was clean up after himself. He wasn't a child.
Darius noted the way Reo's hand shot to his waistband- so around the hip area he thought.
"I just want to see," He said as if that cleared things up. "You could probably do it yourself" Darius continued, there being a "but" somewhere in there, but stopping himself, knowing that Reo would take the rest of that sentence and run with it.
And while that would be an ideal start for Darius to save what was left of their poor relationship, he was still too prideful- though, that had come down a notch, being bold enough to wait for Reo till he came back from his night out with his friends.
(Why is everyone changing the pfp’s? Feels pressured to find a new one)
(Nothing wrong with it, but like— when you identify the user by picture first and then username- sighs)
(Still not sure what to think of Darius right now. . . I can feel internal conflict coming though)
(LMFAOO listen, i changed it because i had that last one for months now and thought i'd spice things up a bit- also nice pfp, I love it !! :D)
(yeahhhh, he's trying really hard to show more interest in Reo and be "kinder" whatever the hell that translates into in his brain, but yeah, I wouldn't be surprised if there was XD)
(Maybe I’ll reply to this today, but I’m suupppeeeerrrrr spacey lately. ADHD go burr-)
“I don’t care what you do when I’m not here. God knows I don’t wanna know. But I said, you’re never in there when I get back. Not that you never go in there. Pay attention. Or are you to hungover to process the words.” Reo was being stupid again. Maybe he was hungover himself, he couldn’t tell, his hip hurt too much to see what else was hurting.
Reo nods, closing his eyes, “Okay. . . Just make sure the glass gets into the recycling bin when you’re done.” He mumbles, covering his face with his free arm.
He peers out at Darius, his eyes taking in the other and then huffs, “I’m not pulling my pants down just so you can look at my hip. Just ‘cause you want too is not a good enough response for me.”
(lmao that's alrighty, i really dont mind the spaced out replies, sometimes I need it cause it's hard to rp someone like Darius- or at least I find it hard :'))
There was a long moment of silence as Reo said those words. Since when did the prick think he could talk to him like that? Maybe Darius ought to rip the guy a new one.
So with that thought, he finally stood from where he had been sitting and turned to Reo before starting to make his way over to the other side of the bed where he was.
"You wanna say that again?" Darius said, stopping beside Reo and staring him down. He ignored Reo's next few words. To hell with caring. To hell with giving a shit if the guy didn't want him to look over the damage done. Not like it was his fault anyways- not directly.
"If it's not good enough for you, then-" And as he said that he grabbed Reo's arm briskly and pulled him up to a sitting position. "I think it's time for you to leave my room" Having said that he continued, pulling Reo's arm and walking to the door.
Although his grip on Reo was somewhat gentle, as if second-guessing his intentions, his next action was not- leading Reo to his own room and shoving him towards his bed.
There was a semi-irritated look on his face as his hands were balled into fists. There was no reason for Darius to hold back- he sure as hell hadn't in the past, but even though he wouldn't admit it, there was something in the back of his mind that wouldn't let him now. Part of the fact that he couldn't do the things he had done in the past drove him crazy, what had changed?
"I'll go clean the mess now, but stay out of my way" He rasped before turning on his heels and heading towards the kitchen.
