a better son

Mar 13, 2010 23:21

WHO: iron_fister and honorindeath
WHERE: On top of Fister House
WHEN: March 12th, 2010; Right after Danny is done reuniting with Rikki post-death
WARNINGS: Extreme sadness, possible breaking of the viewer's heart, etc.
SUMMARY: Danny's life sucks. Seriously. He has anti-family repellent or something.
FORMAT: Quicklog, eventually turning into a Danny solo!Log

I guess it runs in the family )

*complete, † daniel rand | iron fist, † orson randall | iron fist

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honorindeath March 14 2010, 04:27:42 UTC
[ he'd ignored the comm device for the most part since coming to the City---didn't have a need for that hunk of junk when for the most part, all that filtered through was bullshit and the deranged rants of the sick. He'd broken his after that boy had posted, saying that Rikki was dead, so he hadn't known she was back until Wu and Danny disappeared from the apartment with a shriek of "SHE'S HOME!".

Instead of going straight to Rikki---she'd be dogpiled by people she'd like to see more than him, he'd been sure---he went after Danny.

He gave him his space, only catching up to the familiar warm beacon that was Danny-flavored-Shou-Lao-chi when it held still in a flickering candle over the skyline.

Orson approached silently out of habit. Cleared his throat. ]

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iron_fister March 14 2010, 04:32:09 UTC
[Danny lowers his head and laughs halfheartedly as he feels Orson approach. A feeble attempt to make light of his heavy feelings. Or at least to hide them from Orson.]

I was wondering when you'd show up.

[He doesn't even look behind him as he speaks. Just shifts his position. Subtle things, subconscious things, giving away clues about his true state of being. Slightly slumped shoulders, hands folded in his lap, head raised, tilted to gaze up at the sky.]

... Rikki's doing well, it seems. Better than I was, at least.

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honorindeath March 14 2010, 04:39:09 UTC
[ he shrugs, taking a seat next to him. No use in hovering behind him awkwardly. Danny looks wilted and he doesn't know what to say. All the words he picks at in his head---'are you okay', 'sorry', 'you should be happy'---either seem inappropriate or flat. He pushes his hand through his shorn hair and sighs ]

You should be used to this by now, boy.

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iron_fister March 14 2010, 04:42:28 UTC
It's different when it's a kid.

[When it's his kid. Or feels like his, at least. He looks down at the streets, examining the trash on them.]

Kid's shouldn't have to live through... [Through what? Stabbings? He wants to say, but... the words just keep getting stuck in his throat.] ... They shouldn't have to deal with this stuff.

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