FEELING A HEARTBEAT // ask out

[daniel]

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"THE GLADIATOR" — CHAMPION OF WAR

He held his breath when she said she wanted to ask him something, a light headache tapping at the inside of his skull from the lack of air. He was mentally preparing for the worst, but the worst never came and he found that she wasn’t going to interrogate him after all. Actually, she looked more nervous than upset like he’d been imagining, which was rather new. And while new, uncharacteristic behaviors would normally trigger his fight or flight, he was just curious at this point about what could have possibly finally wrangled Vayne. Normally she was way more confident than this.

His head tilted at the bracelet, not unlike a inquisitive puppy trying to figure something out, admiring the craftsmanship in the brief time he had to do so before the point of calling him to the beach via note was gotten to. Once more, not what he was expecting in the slightest, but this time caught him completely off guard and he had no preparation at all for it, good or bad. Even fearing the absolute worst with no reason to left him with more planned steps in his head on how to respond and handle the hypothetical ends of the world. But this....yeah, he had nothing. Which was terrible in his own right because that meant he was acting instinctually and he had absolutely no hold on his emotions. In fact, it was probably glaringly obvious that his face was hot enough to spontaneously combust, a little tomato man beneath the mass of dark fur. There wasn’t any response from the wolf just yet, slipping the bracelet over his paw and shaking his wrist to make sure it stayed, the sound of the rustling seashells against his skin echoing in his ear beneath the sound of rushing blood. ”L-Like....like, dating, but, but us? Us.” Danny squeaked, the immediately booed himself internally, disappointed in the lack of suave responses. In retrospect, he probably should have asked Michael before this, just in case. He used a paw to nervously push back the scruffy mass of fur over his forehead, pressing it down and against his skull. Eye contact was hard. ”Of course! Of course, yeah....just...just don’t be all surprised if people look at you all weird. I think, I think their standards are, uh...higher.” He cleared his throat with a sheepish smile, a joke to attempt to ease any tension, and to ignore the fact his heart banging against his ribcage was starting to hurt. Maybe he had actually died and this was like, Heaven or something. It made sense to him as to why Vayne would ask him out.

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