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One-shot became two-shot. May continue? :/
Title: Broken Toy
Author: liotsuki
Chapters: 2
Rating: Hurm. PG/PG-15?
Pairing: Nite Owl II/Rorschach
Disclaimer: I own nothing~
As it burned, the pieces of firewood crackled and popped, flames rising through the chimney, out into the cold, New York air.
Daniel was too focused on keeping the firewood burning, alive, (the firewood was of low quality, and the fire kept dying out) to realize that there had been some form of tapping - no, actual knocking at his door.
He looked at the clock. 11:45 pm. Who would be knocking at his door at practically midnight? The question hovered in his mind before it hit him. His heart jumped, his stomach churned with butterflies, and Daniel shot up from his sofa, rushing towards the door before coughing softly, uncomfortably, trying to calm himself. He reached for the door to unlocked it, and paused.
“Who is it?” he inquired, listening closely.
A small but audible grunt made its way through the wooden door, then “Rorschach” in a forced, pained voice. Hearing the pain in Rorschach's voice, Daniel opened the door as quickly as he could with the new lock (he had to yet again replace it with another lock because a certain someone had kicked the door open) and found himself face-to-mask with Rorschach.
He looked horrible. Even with the mask, he looked awful. There was never once a time that Rorschach knocked, never once a time that Rorschach had collapsed into Daniel's chest, and there was never once a time that Daniel had caught him.
Quick to act, Daniel helped the exhausted vigilante into the bathroom and sat him up on the toilet seat before fumbling to get bandages and rubbing alcohol out from the drawer under the sink. He didn't know what was wrong with Rorschach, it could be just exhaustion, but he wanted to be prepared.
Daniel started to take off Rorschach's scarf for a start, which made the vigilante tense up and try and pull away, pushing Dan's hands away at the same time. With no success, he relented and bowed his head down towards the floor. Daniel took the scarf off carefully, setting it on the counter. Next, he went for the fedora, then the trench coat, noticing no signs of blood on the wife beater that Rorschach wore, but Daniel did notice the toned muscles that Rorschach had, and he admired them for a split second before shaking the ideas out of his head and hanging the trench coat up on a hook on the back of the door.
He warily touched Rorschach's mask, chewing on the inside of his cheek, seeing the blood seeping through the fabric. Maybe, just maybe --
Before he could even start to lift the mask, Rorschach grabbed his hand and bent it back slightly as a warning.
“Can handle self now.” was his only defense in his raspy voice. He coughed. “Don't need you.”
“Rorschach - you came to me for help. I have to see what happened. It's all right.” Daniel coaxed, trying so hard. He wanted, needed to see his face again. He didn't want to be the broken toy again, and he didn't want to lose Rorschach.
To Daniel's surprise, Rorschach relented, and let go of his wrist, letting Daniel lift the mask up off his face. The gouge in the side of his face was deep, but repairable. Daniel didn't want to question, he didn't want to drive Rorschach away any more than he already had. He grabbed the bandages, and got to work.
Twenty minutes of “mrrgs” and “enks” and almost a small fit from Rorschach because Daniel had gone too deep with the needle had left Daniel exhausted. It had been a while since he had used a needle, and he was bound to make a few mistakes. He was glad Rorschach didn't hold anything against him for it once he finished, he could see it in his eyes. The way Rorschach looked at him, it was almost .... No, no. He had to stop thinking like that. Who was he to feel that way about someone so ....
The thought was pushed away as Rorschach stood from the toilet seat and grabbed his mask.
Dan hated to be so selfish, but he wanted to feel the way he did a few nights ago. He wanted to take that goddamn step again.
He grabbed hold of Rorschach's arm, and turned him around, and kissed him before Rorschach had a chance to react. It was different than before, kissing the broken toy seemed a bit less...broken. It was disbelieving how Rorschach's lips parted slightly, kissing back ever so slightly before shoving Daniel away and pulling his mask back on.
It took a few moments for Daniel to put his thoughts back together.
“Rorschach - wait, you can't go back out there, you need to rest.” Daniel protested.
“Don't need your hospitality.”
“Rorschach. Sleep on the couch, please.” it almost sounded more like an order than a request.
The inkblots on Rorschach's mask moved slowly, as if thinking.
Daniel didn't feel as broken.
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A/N: Uh....To be continued, maybe? I don't know how I got this out in two days. Ummm....critique welcome, spelling corrections are welcome too. Hope you liked it.
Title: Broken Toy
Author: liotsuki
Chapters: 2
Rating: Hurm. PG/PG-15?
Pairing: Nite Owl II/Rorschach
Disclaimer: I own nothing~
As it burned, the pieces of firewood crackled and popped, flames rising through the chimney, out into the cold, New York air.
Daniel was too focused on keeping the firewood burning, alive, (the firewood was of low quality, and the fire kept dying out) to realize that there had been some form of tapping - no, actual knocking at his door.
He looked at the clock. 11:45 pm. Who would be knocking at his door at practically midnight? The question hovered in his mind before it hit him. His heart jumped, his stomach churned with butterflies, and Daniel shot up from his sofa, rushing towards the door before coughing softly, uncomfortably, trying to calm himself. He reached for the door to unlocked it, and paused.
“Who is it?” he inquired, listening closely.
A small but audible grunt made its way through the wooden door, then “Rorschach” in a forced, pained voice. Hearing the pain in Rorschach's voice, Daniel opened the door as quickly as he could with the new lock (he had to yet again replace it with another lock because a certain someone had kicked the door open) and found himself face-to-mask with Rorschach.
He looked horrible. Even with the mask, he looked awful. There was never once a time that Rorschach knocked, never once a time that Rorschach had collapsed into Daniel's chest, and there was never once a time that Daniel had caught him.
Quick to act, Daniel helped the exhausted vigilante into the bathroom and sat him up on the toilet seat before fumbling to get bandages and rubbing alcohol out from the drawer under the sink. He didn't know what was wrong with Rorschach, it could be just exhaustion, but he wanted to be prepared.
Daniel started to take off Rorschach's scarf for a start, which made the vigilante tense up and try and pull away, pushing Dan's hands away at the same time. With no success, he relented and bowed his head down towards the floor. Daniel took the scarf off carefully, setting it on the counter. Next, he went for the fedora, then the trench coat, noticing no signs of blood on the wife beater that Rorschach wore, but Daniel did notice the toned muscles that Rorschach had, and he admired them for a split second before shaking the ideas out of his head and hanging the trench coat up on a hook on the back of the door.
He warily touched Rorschach's mask, chewing on the inside of his cheek, seeing the blood seeping through the fabric. Maybe, just maybe --
Before he could even start to lift the mask, Rorschach grabbed his hand and bent it back slightly as a warning.
“Can handle self now.” was his only defense in his raspy voice. He coughed. “Don't need you.”
“Rorschach - you came to me for help. I have to see what happened. It's all right.” Daniel coaxed, trying so hard. He wanted, needed to see his face again. He didn't want to be the broken toy again, and he didn't want to lose Rorschach.
To Daniel's surprise, Rorschach relented, and let go of his wrist, letting Daniel lift the mask up off his face. The gouge in the side of his face was deep, but repairable. Daniel didn't want to question, he didn't want to drive Rorschach away any more than he already had. He grabbed the bandages, and got to work.
Twenty minutes of “mrrgs” and “enks” and almost a small fit from Rorschach because Daniel had gone too deep with the needle had left Daniel exhausted. It had been a while since he had used a needle, and he was bound to make a few mistakes. He was glad Rorschach didn't hold anything against him for it once he finished, he could see it in his eyes. The way Rorschach looked at him, it was almost .... No, no. He had to stop thinking like that. Who was he to feel that way about someone so ....
The thought was pushed away as Rorschach stood from the toilet seat and grabbed his mask.
Dan hated to be so selfish, but he wanted to feel the way he did a few nights ago. He wanted to take that goddamn step again.
He grabbed hold of Rorschach's arm, and turned him around, and kissed him before Rorschach had a chance to react. It was different than before, kissing the broken toy seemed a bit less...broken. It was disbelieving how Rorschach's lips parted slightly, kissing back ever so slightly before shoving Daniel away and pulling his mask back on.
It took a few moments for Daniel to put his thoughts back together.
“Rorschach - wait, you can't go back out there, you need to rest.” Daniel protested.
“Don't need your hospitality.”
“Rorschach. Sleep on the couch, please.” it almost sounded more like an order than a request.
The inkblots on Rorschach's mask moved slowly, as if thinking.
Daniel didn't feel as broken.
--
A/N: Uh....To be continued, maybe? I don't know how I got this out in two days. Ummm....critique welcome, spelling corrections are welcome too. Hope you liked it.