03-17-2021, 05:37 PM
Was he a little early to this? Maybe. But there was no use in sitting around doing nothing, now, it was about time to put his ass to work. Danny figured that if he could focus on something else, then he wouldn't constantly be laying around mourning the loss of his mother, for good this time. If he said he wasn't inspired by Vayne to go and get his damn earring, he'd be lying, the echo of her cheerful voice suggesting he did the same bounced around in his head for a while, but he never was too sure about it. Not until he realized that this was his home now, and not only did he not want to leave, but he couldn't leave, he had nowhere to go. Not to mention, he would have been really guilty if he left the friends he'd made behind, Vayne and Lumia and Harland...he couldn't have done it.
There was a bit of a problem, going to bother the blacksmiths with an apologetic look, despite the fact they sort of got the idea why here was there, and that problem was Danny discovered real fast that fire made him...uncomfortable. Uncomfortable, yet he was fascinated by the work itself, forging whatever needed to be created for the rest of the crew. Fascinated enough that he watched from a safer distance, rather than just wait patiently like everyone else seemed to do. He wanted to see, that was all. The shaping of the gold into the familiar ring was an arduous task, but the clanging of metal and heat of the workplace kept him focused. This was really it.
He'd been shown the final product gently, it was no secret that Danny was about as skittish as a newborn foal, and when everything was said and done he had some help putting the thing through his ear. And that hurt like a bitch, too, having to bit down on his cheek to keep from flinching too hard. And as fate would have it, as nothing seemed to like him, the poor boy was a bit of a bleeder. Which left him stepping out of the forge with a new gold earring and a bit of cloth pressed to his ear, a bright red circle in the center directly over the new puncture wound. His lip quivered a bit from the ache as he sat down near the little houses some of the pirates called home, a bit of water at the corners of his eyes.
But he did it, he got it. No more minnow Danny, he was in the big big league now.
There was a bit of a problem, going to bother the blacksmiths with an apologetic look, despite the fact they sort of got the idea why here was there, and that problem was Danny discovered real fast that fire made him...uncomfortable. Uncomfortable, yet he was fascinated by the work itself, forging whatever needed to be created for the rest of the crew. Fascinated enough that he watched from a safer distance, rather than just wait patiently like everyone else seemed to do. He wanted to see, that was all. The shaping of the gold into the familiar ring was an arduous task, but the clanging of metal and heat of the workplace kept him focused. This was really it.
He'd been shown the final product gently, it was no secret that Danny was about as skittish as a newborn foal, and when everything was said and done he had some help putting the thing through his ear. And that hurt like a bitch, too, having to bit down on his cheek to keep from flinching too hard. And as fate would have it, as nothing seemed to like him, the poor boy was a bit of a bleeder. Which left him stepping out of the forge with a new gold earring and a bit of cloth pressed to his ear, a bright red circle in the center directly over the new puncture wound. His lip quivered a bit from the ache as he sat down near the little houses some of the pirates called home, a bit of water at the corners of his eyes.
But he did it, he got it. No more minnow Danny, he was in the big big league now.
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｢ just saw god outside the liquor store ｣
he told me i was lost
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