FEELING A HEARTBEAT // ask out

[daniel]

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"THE GLADIATOR" — CHAMPION OF WAR

Very unlike Vayne, Danny was not the best at handling himself around company, making friends, or being social in any capacity. One might even say he was socially inept, in dire need of a confidence boost in the worst way. A coward. The notion stung of course, and the wolf wasn’t an idiot, he knew that it was a common opinion. How he had managed to not only make, but manage a friendship with Vayne was beyond him, perhaps beyond the understanding of many. Not that he would change that fact, although of course nothing could be easy for him, not for five minutes. Developing a raging crush on the local socialite, the captain’s daughter, how fitting for his stroke of luck. If he was a more confident man he would have perhaps admitted to it openly, but he was once again, a coward. A massive loser. Actually, doing such a thing came with an unbearable, unshakable fear that he would be nothing but a disappointment on her good name, as if he knew eventually someone more worthy of a title would cross her path and they wouldn’t be the vessel of anxiety itself. So he kept his mouth shut. And besides, he had done such a shit job at his one concrete insistence that he would come to her defense, not once, but twice. And the second time had heavier consequences. A capture and scars to bear. Great job, king.

Thunk, thunk, thunk. His head gently bonking against the wall of an almost empty room, with not much of sentimental value. Even from several feet away he could hear the sound of the paper sliding under his door, something curious enough to prevent his future concussion if he kept at his current activity.

He read the note, which should have been inquisitive if nothing else, but he felt his heart twist around in his chest as it beat wildly. And not in the fun way. Dread was more like it, a million and one reasons bashing together in his skull like frantic rabbits in a burrow that was currently on fire. Or something. He moved it, carefully, where it would be safe and not seen. And then he left, a little sick all of a sudden, but able to move his legs luckily. That wasn’t always the case, being frozen in place often a result of his anxiety, see.

Was he in trouble? Did she know about what he did? A chill assaulted his spine.

”I g-got your, um....your note.” The Privateer stuttered, voice cracking about halfway, nervousness evident in both his tone and expression. Despite not really being one for talking to other people, brown eyes darted around at the realization that this must have been important enough to be separated from the general bustle of the rest of camp. After all, she planned this out.

— if i find some way out then i will stay, with heart split two ways down