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just a poor boy from a poor family
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timetechs[ The stupid collar itches. First new clothes in his life, and they're so goddamn rich fuck fancy that he can't even enjoy wearing them. Figures. He knew there wasn't gonna be anything good coming from Bro calling him in for some big announcement. Getting married off to the dude no one else will shake a stick at is just par for the course in the tragicomedy life of Dave Strider.
Get your kind, loving older brother possessed by the evilest fucker on the planet? Yep. Have it happen when you're three so you can't exactly go out looking for a better lot in life? Been there. Spend the next thirteen years alternating between locked up in a literal hole in the ground and thrown out into front lines of the war against the eldritch horrorterrors as the primo cut of canon fodder? Done that. Have said evilest fucker on the planet decide you're a great cog to be chewed up in the political machine that is the grand old hunter families you've been trying to pretend don't exist your whole damn life? Living that this exact fucking moment.
At least the suit hides the bruises and brand new break Bro'd given him as a parting gift. One last bout of training to make sure Dave wouldn't embarrass the bloodline too terribly when he got to his miserable douche's house so he could be used as bait for the real fucked up creatures out there. As opposed to just the mildly fucked up ones he's been dangled in front of the past thirteen years.
With how gleeful Cal'd been about the whole thing, Dave figures he'll be lucky if he lasts two weeks in his new husband's household. But whatever. If he's just here to be a decoration in the asshole's bed, that's better than what he had back home. And if he's tossed back to the hunts... well. At least if he bites it he doesn't have to sleep in whatever rusty cage the guy's decided he should be sleeping in. No change from the usual there, he's gotten real good at closing his eyes on hard ground.
Dave spends another couple seconds yanking at the stupid collar, then gives it up as a lost cause. Like this whole stupid endeavor. But he's here now, turning around and throwing himself back on Bro's mercy isn't an option. He smooths his expression, makes sure his head's tilted at just the right angle of no fucks to give.
And then Dave Strider knocks on the door. ]
Get your kind, loving older brother possessed by the evilest fucker on the planet? Yep. Have it happen when you're three so you can't exactly go out looking for a better lot in life? Been there. Spend the next thirteen years alternating between locked up in a literal hole in the ground and thrown out into front lines of the war against the eldritch horrorterrors as the primo cut of canon fodder? Done that. Have said evilest fucker on the planet decide you're a great cog to be chewed up in the political machine that is the grand old hunter families you've been trying to pretend don't exist your whole damn life? Living that this exact fucking moment.
At least the suit hides the bruises and brand new break Bro'd given him as a parting gift. One last bout of training to make sure Dave wouldn't embarrass the bloodline too terribly when he got to his miserable douche's house so he could be used as bait for the real fucked up creatures out there. As opposed to just the mildly fucked up ones he's been dangled in front of the past thirteen years.
With how gleeful Cal'd been about the whole thing, Dave figures he'll be lucky if he lasts two weeks in his new husband's household. But whatever. If he's just here to be a decoration in the asshole's bed, that's better than what he had back home. And if he's tossed back to the hunts... well. At least if he bites it he doesn't have to sleep in whatever rusty cage the guy's decided he should be sleeping in. No change from the usual there, he's gotten real good at closing his eyes on hard ground.
Dave spends another couple seconds yanking at the stupid collar, then gives it up as a lost cause. Like this whole stupid endeavor. But he's here now, turning around and throwing himself back on Bro's mercy isn't an option. He smooths his expression, makes sure his head's tilted at just the right angle of no fucks to give.
And then Dave Strider knocks on the door. ]
