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𝕕𝕒𝕣π•ͺ𝕝 π••π•šπ•©π• π•Ÿ ([personal profile] dadyl) wrote2023-05-27 07:10 pm
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[personal profile] pharmacy 2024-06-14 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
He-- [ Is he supposed to not cry about it? In an instant, Quentin's eyes well with tears of anger and exhaustion and pity, but to his credit, he doesn't choke. It's all in the eyes, all down his cheeks, no beats skipped. ] --what the fuck, Daryl, are you okay? What do you--what do you need?
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[personal profile] pharmacy 2024-06-16 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ Out of his misery. That's what Danny keeps asking for too. To hear it off someone else's mouth--as soon as it's out his mouth, he hears how selfish he sounds, asking for advice on top of favors, but not until then. ] Is that what he needs?

Is that what you'd do?
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[personal profile] pharmacy 2024-06-24 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ Danny never mentioned it. Quentin never thought to ask. It had been enough that he knew Danny would breath down Daryl's neck, Quentin ignored it the way he ignored Jim, and House, and John-- ]

What did he need? Back there?
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shall we call this a πŸŽ€?

[personal profile] pharmacy 2024-07-03 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ He knows it, but he might still need Daryl to say it. One more person has to say it, every once and a while Quentin feels like maybe he's starting to understand it at last. Still, it drives him deep enough into his thoughts that he flinches the next time the ax comes down. Daryl moves through a whole other swing while Quentin thinks, and the second crack of hatchet through the logs startles a murmured sorry, I'm sorry out of him.Β 

[ He turns to pick his bag back up, eyes on the ground, storm cloud trailing behind him as he lurches back towards the cabin. ]
I'll take care of it. I'll get him out of here--tomorrow. Tomorrow, we'll be gone.Β