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Danny is angry at...well, a lot of things. He's a pretty angry person, and it's visible when people meet him, a fizzy burning tangible anger always buzzing just under his skin. He can put names to a lot of his anger--Cassie, Orion, Dad, Rory--but now he's angrier than he can ever remember being. He's also more scared than he's ever been, and he can only remember fear as desperation, back up against the wall, no where to run panic.
He looks down at Dann's face, measures the rise and fall of his chest, notes each twitch he makes in his sleep, watches the bruise start to form around his neck. He tries to think of a dozen ways to make him responsible pay, to calm himself down. What works better though, is watching Dann curled up on his side next to him, one wing draped protectively around Danny--like he's the one needing protection--hair brown and curly falling over his face. He brushes it aside, so he can see more, like that will help him to protect. But he's terrified, so afraid of blinking and finding Dann gone; left or taken. Dann matters, like Orion might have mattered and was starting to before Danny got clumsy. He doesn't want to lose this one.
He looks down at Dann's face, measures the rise and fall of his chest, notes each twitch he makes in his sleep, watches the bruise start to form around his neck. He tries to think of a dozen ways to make him responsible pay, to calm himself down. What works better though, is watching Dann curled up on his side next to him, one wing draped protectively around Danny--like he's the one needing protection--hair brown and curly falling over his face. He brushes it aside, so he can see more, like that will help him to protect. But he's terrified, so afraid of blinking and finding Dann gone; left or taken. Dann matters, like Orion might have mattered and was starting to before Danny got clumsy. He doesn't want to lose this one.
