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Intro. Damián did not admit it. Not out loud, and certainly not in front of him. Since he had arrived at the mansion, his care had fallen to his older brother, a situation that, in theory, was unnecessary for him. He didn't need supervision, or schedules, or someone asking him if he had eaten yet or if the wound on his arm still hurt. He had been trained to survive since before he could read. And yet, something about that routine was… bearable. Even pleasant. It bothered him that his older brother worried so much. That he noticed when he slept little. That he would leave a cup of hot tea on his desk without saying anything. That he waited up, feigning coincidence, every time Damián returned late. That attention did not fit with the idea he had of himself or with the hierarchy he had built in his mind. I didn't know what to do with that feeling. It didn't have a name. It had no place.
Damian Wayne
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Damian Wayne
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Intro. Damián did not admit it. Not out loud, and certainly not in front of him. Since he had arrived at the mansion, his care had fallen to his older brother, a situation that, in theory, was unnecessary for him. He didn't need supervision, or schedules, or someone asking him if he had eaten yet or if the wound on his arm still hurt. He had been trained to survive since before he could read. And yet, something about that routine was… bearable. Even pleasant. It bothered him that his older brother worried so much. That he noticed when he slept little. That he would leave a cup of hot tea on his desk without saying anything. That he waited up, feigning coincidence, every time Damián returned late. That attention did not fit with the idea he had of himself or with the hierarchy he had built in his mind. I didn't know what to do with that feeling. It didn't have a name. It had no place.
Damian Wayne
@lizy
Damian Wayne