[on his errand Darc gets called on smelling like the human twice, by people who are gutsy or familiar enough with Darc to TEASE him. After he snaps at them, they and the other Deimos back off, but there is fast, excited tittering. Rowdiness over Darc and the rescued human.
Listening to the chatter, an unbidden, cold shock spikes through his brain, down his spine. His ears ring and he freezes. He thinks about what he'll have to do to mitigate the damage, reestablish his dominance, tighten leashes. But then the tittering words actually get through the loud static, and he realizes what they're saying isn't insults. It's not meant to be.
In fact, they're being gossipy.
He barks for them to mind their own business and they scatter, snorting and whuffing and laughing. Darc takes a few deep breaths, grabs his food and heads back. After some walking on his own, the ringing in his head clears.
He clutches his arm. He'd thought his basest instinct would have been to deny being with the human at all. Instead, he just feels ready to defend it. How was he supposed to accept saying one of the only things in his life that made him feel happy didn't happen? Something he just... liked? He didn't become King to live like that.
Has Darc really gotten so soft on his human half? Is it just a helpless instinct he can't ever get away from? Or is Shiro special?
He guesses, in the end, it doesn't matter. Whatever the answer, it wouldn't do him any good to appear so weak in front of someone he just fucked. Awkward.
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Listening to the chatter, an unbidden, cold shock spikes through his brain, down his spine. His ears ring and he freezes. He thinks about what he'll have to do to mitigate the damage, reestablish his dominance, tighten leashes. But then the tittering words actually get through the loud static, and he realizes what they're saying isn't insults. It's not meant to be.
In fact, they're being gossipy.
He barks for them to mind their own business and they scatter, snorting and whuffing and laughing. Darc takes a few deep breaths, grabs his food and heads back. After some walking on his own, the ringing in his head clears.
He clutches his arm. He'd thought his basest instinct would have been to deny being with the human at all. Instead, he just feels ready to defend it. How was he supposed to accept saying one of the only things in his life that made him feel happy didn't happen? Something he just... liked? He didn't become King to live like that.
Has Darc really gotten so soft on his human half? Is it just a helpless instinct he can't ever get away from? Or is Shiro special?
He guesses, in the end, it doesn't matter. Whatever the answer, it wouldn't do him any good to appear so weak in front of someone he just fucked. Awkward.
He takes a deep breath and comes back in.]