06-06-2021, 03:31 PM
He couldn’t take it. He couldn’t take it anymore.
The stress, the weight, the responsibility. Danny wasn’t built for this. He wasn’t made for this. He wanted to go home, wherever that was. He knew that doing this was wrong, and he was so guilty over leaving Goldie alone, but there was nothing he could do to keep himself together. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t sleep, he couldn’t do shit. He felt like he was running out of time, but for what? He didn’t know.
In a fit, a complete and unwarned turn of events, his haunted little brain made the decision that he was no longer safe her. Given he’d been attacked on multiple occasions, who was to say him being Captain wouldn’t put himself and Vayne at higher risk? He would have rather died. And die he would.
Well, as far as anyone knew.
There was a commotion through the night with no true explanation, his home destroyed from top to bottom, walls torn apart and furniture shattered, spots of blood present. His golden earring had been torn out, or maybe he did it himself, thrown onto the floor with a streak of blood as well, and bits of his black fur. But he was nowhere to be found. Assumed dead.
Long live the shortest reigning Captain.
The stress, the weight, the responsibility. Danny wasn’t built for this. He wasn’t made for this. He wanted to go home, wherever that was. He knew that doing this was wrong, and he was so guilty over leaving Goldie alone, but there was nothing he could do to keep himself together. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t sleep, he couldn’t do shit. He felt like he was running out of time, but for what? He didn’t know.
In a fit, a complete and unwarned turn of events, his haunted little brain made the decision that he was no longer safe her. Given he’d been attacked on multiple occasions, who was to say him being Captain wouldn’t put himself and Vayne at higher risk? He would have rather died. And die he would.
Well, as far as anyone knew.
There was a commotion through the night with no true explanation, his home destroyed from top to bottom, walls torn apart and furniture shattered, spots of blood present. His golden earring had been torn out, or maybe he did it himself, thrown onto the floor with a streak of blood as well, and bits of his black fur. But he was nowhere to be found. Assumed dead.
Long live the shortest reigning Captain.
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｢ just saw god outside the liquor store ｣
he told me i was lost
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