Post by нαℓƒ~мσση on Dec 28, 2013 13:31:28 GMT -5
"Sit still," Callan Cross ordered, dabbing a tissue against the cut above his brother's eyebrow gently. Him and one of his triplet brothers, Davin, were sitting on a park bench. It was quiet, with barely anyone around aside from the occasional squirrel. Davin looked badly beat up, his face bruised and busted. He hissed in pain and tried to jerk away from Callan.
"That hurts, you a*shole," Davin muttered. Callan rolled his eyes and dabbed at the blood again, "That's what happens when you go home with a seedy stranger you meet at the bar. How many times have I told you not to do that? Not enough, obviously."
"He wasn't so bad- I've seen worse," Davin countered, gingerly rubbing his bruised jaw. Really, the guy hadn't seemed dangerous upon first meeting. He had been just his type- bigger, the protective-looking type who could take care of himself. He hadn't even been ugly, which was a plus. Davin just never expected him to be such a psychopath.
"You never think it's so bad, Davin. What's it going to take to make you see that this type is bad for you? What if you end up being killed? Alain and I couldn't deal with that," Callan clenched his jaw and shook his head at the thought. His brother was always getting himself into trouble. The men he chose were always the demanding, dominant type that could throw him around. He blamed it on Davin's "daddy issues".
Davin crossed his arms and leaned back. Callan obviously didn't understand- who could? He could barely understand it himself. He just didn't have good luck when it came to choosing partners.
"That hurts, you a*shole," Davin muttered. Callan rolled his eyes and dabbed at the blood again, "That's what happens when you go home with a seedy stranger you meet at the bar. How many times have I told you not to do that? Not enough, obviously."
"He wasn't so bad- I've seen worse," Davin countered, gingerly rubbing his bruised jaw. Really, the guy hadn't seemed dangerous upon first meeting. He had been just his type- bigger, the protective-looking type who could take care of himself. He hadn't even been ugly, which was a plus. Davin just never expected him to be such a psychopath.
"You never think it's so bad, Davin. What's it going to take to make you see that this type is bad for you? What if you end up being killed? Alain and I couldn't deal with that," Callan clenched his jaw and shook his head at the thought. His brother was always getting himself into trouble. The men he chose were always the demanding, dominant type that could throw him around. He blamed it on Davin's "daddy issues".
Davin crossed his arms and leaned back. Callan obviously didn't understand- who could? He could barely understand it himself. He just didn't have good luck when it came to choosing partners.
