Damien nodded and led the way, while leaning on Eric, to his apartment. Luckily, he was able to fumble his keys out and unlock his door. “Welcome to my humble abode”
All's Fair in Love Songs And War (OxO) {OPEN}
"Thanks." He said, helping him inside.
His apartment was small, just an open living room and kitchen and a small bedroom, but Damien loved it. The walls were covered in band posters and photographs of friends and family. The corner housed his guitar and other equipment. Walking in, he flopped onto the couch, groaning.
Eric looked around, fidgeting slightly. Somehow, this is exactly how I would picture it- He looked over at Damien, blushing. Kill me. Please.
Damien gestured at the other side of the couch. “Take a seat, if ya want,” he said, settling back and resting his arm over his eyes.
AHAHAAAA HES IN MY APARTMENT—AHAHAA
Eric sat down, leg bouncing slightly when he did. I'M IN HIS APARTMENT????
Damien couldn’t bring himself to move. He didn’t know what he’d do if he did. His rival—his very attractive rival—was in his tiny little apartment. At night. Suddenly, he was glad to be kind of out of it.
"…You okay? Sobered up at all?" He asked suddenly, making himself look over at him. WHYISHESOCUTE-
“Yeah, I think so,” Damien said, not looking up. “I wasn’t drunk, by the way. I only had two beers. Someone musta put something in the second one.”
"That… is an objectively horrifying thought." He said, shaking his head. What kind of fucking sicko-
Damien shrugged, dropping his arm and feigning nonchalance. “It’s not the first time. Kira bloodied up the last guy, though.” God, that had been terrifying…
"…The fuck do you mean it's not the first time?" He asked, feeling a spike of anger go through him.
Damien leveled a stare at the other man. “The fuck do you think I mean?” he replied tiredly. “I mean I’ve been roofied before.”
"Damien-" He froze, realizing he didn't actually know what to say. I'm gonna kill at least two motherfuckers-
Damien sighed, rubbing his face. “Don’t worry about it, Eric. I’m-it’s not worth it,” he muttered.
"The fuck is that supposed to mean?" He asked, blinking.
“I mean I don’t know who did it,” Damien sighed. “The first time it was a stranger and I didn’t see anyone tonight. Either way, going after em wouldn’t help. I just live with it.”
"You shouldn't have to." He said, voice a little softer than usual.
Another shrug. “Maybe not, but I do, and that’s just how it is,” Damien murmured. “Can we just leave it?”
"…Fine." He relented, sighing slightly.
Damien let the silence sit for a moment, then turned his head to look at Eric.
“Why do you care, anyways?”
Eric bit his lip, not really having a solid answer. "It's just…"
Damien raised an eyebrow, shifting to face Eric more fully. He looks good when he bites his lip… Wait, no-
"…No one deserves that." He said finally, finding some words to at least get out some answer.
Damien snorted. “No shit. But it happens all the time, and it so happened that it happened to me,” he said. “I appreciate, and am surprised by, your concern.”
Eric looked down, fidgeting again. "It-it's nothing."
((Would you mind if I gave him an angsty piece of backstory?))
(go for it)
Damien’s eyebrows knit together. “Hey, what is it, Eric?” he asked. “What’s wrong?”
Eric shook his head, trying to clear his mind. "Nothing, it's fine."
“Hey, no pressure,” Damien said, tone softer. “But you can talk to me if you need to.”
"Thanks…" He mumbled, looking down at his lap.