@fateviled asked: ❝ you saved my life. i owe you, i owe you everything. ❞ ( elian @ damian<3) / richard siken sentence starters.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐏𝐒 𝐈𝐍 his memory have been filled, holes he didn’t even know were there; elian had been removed from so many people’s minds by a telepath far more powerful than gia’s foster mother. (it’s hard to believe aurora, the other of callum’s kids, was that same telepath, but damian was learning that looks were far too deceiving). when elian had explained it to him, he didn’t understand the true ramifications of that alteration, not until aurora had undone them all, to allow him to see the truth. she’d left the room then, giving damian and elian space — an action he is endlessly grateful for, even if he can’t express it, seeing as his hands haven’t stopped shaking since he’d begun to see past the lies and manipulation, the groundwork laid by elian’s father year after year. and he supposes what elian says is true: the moment burning the back of his eyelids was finding him after he ran, and HE’D LET HIM GO. (he couldn’t have ever dreamed of disobeying alexander, and there he was, letting elian walk away, giving him the chance to find callum and find safety). “i didn’t — i didn’t even know.” he chokes out, unable to even stand and look at the other. years of conflicted jealousy and frustration have washed over him, but they fade away just as quickly, understanding the way they’d been pitted against each other for years finally. elian’s father pulled the strings and they were the perfect puppets, neither of them ever the perfect son.
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄’𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎 the action that’s unraveling in front of him, and a newfound dread builds in damian, a life stolen from him so unintentionally. he clears his throat, trying not to let his anxiety show. “i was going to leave too, wasn’t i?” of course, elian couldn’t truly know the answer. it’s not like they’d ever been friends, like they ever would have talked about something like that. but if he let elian go, took the punishment from alexander, and still wanted to be his perfect hero after, HE WOULD HAVE BEEN INSANE. gia managed to walk away, and he’d never understood why, up until the moment he’d been forced to hunt down someone the same age as him, sentencing him to life in a cell simply because he had powers. (he doesn’t understand why elian didn’t get the same chance he did — the group of heroes had been a mess of contradictions that he was too fucking blind to see, since all he wanted was their validation, their praise). damian sucks in a breath, risking a glance up, even more shaken by the compassion he sees in the eyes looking back at him. “i — ” he stands, turning and running a hand through his hair, attempting desperately not to fall apart. it’s difficult not to, when his entire world is falling apart around him; it’s fucking overwhelming, knowing he and lia could have been free for so much longer, knowing how loyal he’d been to alexander, naive and used. but elian didn’t suffer the same fate. because of him, elian had found a family, he’d been loved, he had a chance to figure out who he was independent of his father’s actions. damian has the same chance now. “i don’t regret it. knowing now.” he says quietly, finally able to look at the other boy. for so long, they’d been adversaries, then strangers, and now there was a chance… maybe, independent of his father, THEY COULD BE FRIENDS. “i’d do it again. someone deserved to be free from him. if what i did guaranteed you were, then… then i don’t regret it.”
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