Watchmen Kink Meme 2: Electric Boogaloo. Or not.
Alright, alright, I'm back now. Here ya go kids. (You're just lucky the other one didn't run out in the middle of my vacation grumble grumble)
Rules of the meme:
1. Anonymously post a pairing and prompt you would like to see written. Since this is a kink meme, there is supposted to be a kink involved, but normal well-written prompts should work ( Read more... )
“No, buddy,” he measured his words carefully, “Not if you don’t want it to. It doesn’t change who you are.”
Rorschach sighed and relaxed imperceptibly. Dan took one last long gaze at the two burns, they seemed to be boring into him as much as Rorschach. He placed a strip of clean white gauze over each and carefully pressed the medical tape down with his thumb.
The smaller man rose shakily from the couch. His breathing for the last few moments had grown increasingly erratic. Dan only hoped that when his ex-partner inevitably punched him he’d have the sense not to do it with the hand Dan had just spent all that time splinting. Instead Rorschach merely inquired if he could sleep there another night. Rorschach’s courtly politeness- always so incongruous and familiar- made Dan’s chest ache.
“Sure thing- as long as you need. You remember the rules though, you have to take the guest room, and no shoes in the bed.”
Rorschach grunted, “Remember.” He turned to go, “Thank you Daniel. Were always a good friend.”
Dan sat for a long time after Rorschach left, idly twining the remaining scrap of gauze tightly around his finger, watching it flush and swell until the pain sank in, then unwinding it slowly. He thought about broken fingers and the way when a man’s head struck a wall the right way- or the horribly wrong way it made him start bleeding from the ears and nose. He thought about sprained ankles and bruised throats and deep cruel burns.
Even taken all together none of these injuries was really serious. Rorschach could and did take worse every night of the week. There was something else, something about the insidious intimacy of the wounds and Rorschach’s subdued quiet that prickled unpleasantly at the edges of his mind.
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Rorschach turned, resting his head against the armrest to give Dan access to two perfectly round, livid burns, the size of quarters in the middle of his back.
If those are from what I think they are and you write them being given I'm pretty sure I will be in my bunk owlship. Playing hallelujah and shooting flamethrower.
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this broke me.
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