Itsawerewolfinnit:

itsawerewolfinnit:

darren let out a derisive scoff at that, eyes rolling as he went off into the kitchen to start fixing cocoa for douglas. he didn’t bother responding to his assumption that darren’d had things easier in school; duggy was lucky enough not to remember what a complete deadbeat their father was, the many times he’d get into fights at school cos someone started talking about his family. sure, things had been easier for daz…to a degree, he’d just learned early on to pretend that things were better and fine around others – otherwise he’d fucking drown as duggy was doing.

“she didn’t stop talkin’ to ya, you withdrew. she tried comin’ round to the estates after mum passed…you wouldn’t leave your room.”

“i was 8 years old, i was doing the best i could but it was a pretty fuckin’ traumatic time,” he huffed, putting his chin on his knees. he wasn’t like daz, wasn’t used to pretending and never had to. “can’t blame me for walling off after that. when i went back i wasn’t just the freak wit no parents. ev’one either looked at me with disgust or sympathy and afta a while s’all the same. you had friends, were older, could fake the smile, could pretend.” duggy had only been bullied, only known pain, only been made to suffer further. he didn’t have fond school memories, that was why it had been so easy for him to move.

oftheresistance:

     So he was stuck in a city he knew very little about. Even someone who lived there didn’t know how to get to his hotel. Thanks dad for putting Hal in charge of getting directions, ❝ Do you by chance know anything that’s along that street? ❞ He pointed at the piece of paper the address was written on, ❝ Sorry, I just don’t wanna ask anyone else. ❞

He looked down at the paper and thought about it carefully. “s’looks familiar... Might be by the gym, either way you should try further into town,” he gestured vaguely.

@dominxsus

Douglas took pause at the sight of the other man, he looked young but gave of a distinctly different air, something old and dangerous. He knew Mal was dangerous too, but it was different. O’Malley was like an old hound. The tanned man on the other side of the gym was more like a wolf, raw and freightening power waved off of him as if the moon were high in the sky and Douglas felt... well, envious. Never once in his sad and sorry existence did he have an ounce of the confidence, or obvious ability.

Still, he had no intention of approaching the other wolf, no. He was terrified of him enough at a distance. And so, he went back about this sweeping of the gym floor. Cleaning was about the only thing he could do in return for the free lodgings. He wasn’t useful like Daz, couldn’t fight, couldn’t cook, couldn’t scare off unsavory clients. But he could clean, and answer the phone, and keep track of the going ons. He could keep himself busy and out of Mal’s hair. He’d already threatened to hit him once or twice.

playlist: le rouge cabaret ♪ [ l i s t e n ]

001. kabarista farewell - vagabond opera | 002. exterminateur - nadeah | 003. circus apocalypse - vermillion lies | 004. left with the thought of you - clare fader & the vaudevillains | 005. bittersweet - rosin coven | 006. the days of you and me - the real tuesday weld | 007. odile - nadeah | 008. rivolta silenziosa - humanwine | 009. puttin’ on the ritz - fred astaire | 010. maybe this time - liza minnelli | 011. funny honey - chicago | 012. milord - édith piaf | 013. some of these days - kathy brier | 014. belleville rendez-vous - les triplettes de belleville 

scxttish:

    ❝I hate coffee shops. Always filled with people       rushing, taking selfies, or them bloody hipsters       with their long scarves. I need to just start making       my own damn coffee.❞

“wut?” douglas asked as he turned to looked at the other man    before looking ahead at the line that was indeed full of hipsters    (whatever those were) and impatient people. “is this wut ‘s    always like?” he asked, having spent very little time in coffee    shops. he didn’t even drink coffee, he just wanted a chocolate    drink.

itsawerewolfinnit:

“…tha’s beside the fuckin’ point,” he muttered, feeling strangely like the younger sibling as his features fell into a pouting expression. “remember how t’ get to the shop?”

“course I remember how to get there,” he huffed, still good natured as he pulled out of the car park and towards town. “’m not you, forgettin’ where my head’zat half the time.” he was quiet for a moment before glancing to his brother. “’member when mum used to bring us cakes, e’ery Friday, right afta she got paid? I always got the big one.”