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literallybites‌:

“You know what it means. You aren’t stupid. Then again, maybe I am giving you too much credit.” He did what he could to make sure Dante kept his job. Dexter didn’t go out of his way for just ANYONE. Dante being here meant he had his foot in the door. He had a leash around someone’s throat and he was a head guard. He would be stupid to give up that. Plus, the sex was exactly what he wanted. The fact he hadn’t got Dante to fuck him recently was an annoyance, but he was positive he could change that if he wanted to. “I sent him a letter, you wanker. JACEN. I wasn’t oblivious, nor was he oblivious about me. I know he left. I know that’s why that stick has been surgically implanted in your ass.”

“I don’t have a stick up my ass,” the brunette SNAPPED, biting his tongue upon the impact of his words. It was like high school, he was ready to bicker, and then he realized how right Dexter was in that situation. He’d been off since he was abandoned, a lot LESS involved in his job. That didn’t mean, however, that there was something up his ass, he had simply checked out. Perhaps Dexter’s perspective was different than Dante’s, but he knew the ABSENCE was killing him in silence. “You wasted your time then.” The blonde was trying to rectify the situation, but it couldn’t be helped. What was done was done and Dante was planning to hold a GRUDGE for an indefinite amount of time. 

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Hey Handsome, where have you been all my life?

CONTROLLING deranged psychopaths. It’s about time I’ve met someone SANE.

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kittywayfree‌:

“Of course I did. I don’t know how we all got along without you and your sunny disposition roaming around the halls,” Kitty answered with a grin. “Just so you know, I don’t care to pry about what’s going on with you. All that…stuff,” she waved her hand ambiguously to indicate said ‘stuff’. “But I do think it’s bullshit that you got blamed.” She did wonder how Dexter was doing, but she’d just ask him herself later, bringing him up to Dante didn’t sound like a great idea. She wondered if Dante’s appearance was supposed to serve as a warning. Everything was fucked up around here, but get too out of line and they’d do whatever they had to in order to put you back in your place. The fading bruises and tired look on his face made her shudder. “Sorry. It’s cold in here. And weird. It’s weird in here. You ever think we’re all just as messed up as the patients sometimes?”

That was a LOAD of shit, what Kitty was saying, but he let her humor him nonetheless. At least someone in the asylum had a brain, but he wasn’t going to be flattered by her words, rather a nod elicited, nothing more, nothing less. Drawing attention to himself had come far too easy and was causing enough problems as it were, the last thing he needed was ANOTHER blinding spotlight. Her response made him sniff, scoffing at the thought, though reality filtered his words, “Sometimes I think we’re all patients in this damn place. Some of us just have a bit more respect than others and we choose who gets to be locked away like animals and who gets some senses of freedom.” 

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siickinlove‌:

“You seem surprised?” Wren couldn’t stand half the nurses here, they were messy, unorganized, and practically hopeless when it came to dealing with the more difficult patients. “You just have to watch them, we have to help treat them. They’re giving us the workload of a fully staffed hospital with a skeleton crew at best. It’s like they want us to fail.”

Treating people was the biggest pile of bullshit Dante had ever heard since beginning his job many years ago. He was pretty sure the asylum KEPT people there, solely for the monetary value they brought in -- and the fame. Keeping Stavros in the damn place allowed for publicity -- good and bad, it didn’t matter the cost, people still talked about it. “We’re going to fail,” it was factual. “Maybe they should be released back into the world. I’ll take my vacation to Greece and never have another worry for the rest of my days.”

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“You didn’t need to come back and play babysitter,” he knew that voice all too well. Too crisp and clear it rang in his thoughts - crystalline like a waterfall in the depth of a forest. He could hardly MUSTER up to the courage to continue through the threshold of his doorway into the living room where Jacen resided. Dante stripped his uniform from his torso, haphazardly throwing it off to the side, eyes tired, stature less than its usual vigor. The LAST person he wanted to see was Jacen, and him being in his apartment was even more of a problem. 

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He probably shouldn’t take the extra key, but he’s always known where it’s hidden. Out of the way of patients and other staff – though he’s surprised to see it’s still there. Hearing Dante enter the apartment had Jacen turning on his heel to face him. “I see you haven’t lost your job.” Good. The letter Dexter sent him was everywhere. It was like he was reading the ramblings of two different people and it was slightly confusing. “The letter I received was a little concerning.” He can see the marks, but it’s taking Jacen all the will power not to gesture at them and ask what happened. 

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siickinlove‌:

Wren let the concern slide, not that he thought it’d be appreciated in the first place, it was just natural for him. “Our occupancy is already too high, the staff to patient ratio is so skewed, we’re legally obligated to keep her on. But by all means, do trip her next time you see her.”

“The hate for her is reciprocated?” Tripping was child’s play and Dante had a lot more in store for the girl given the opportunity for him to run into her. Then again, that would be a SUREFIRE way for him to actually lose his job which was a steady reminder to keep himself in check, despite IGNORANT people. “You act as if the staff-to-patient ratio isn’t something I’m aware of. I’m a HEAD guard and I’m supposed to watch all of these patients with only a few guards below me to do the rest that aren’t red level? I swear they’re expecting the IMPOSSIBLE from us.” 

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hellhath-myfury‌:

‘Don’t Lucifer, please. He looks upset just leave him alone. I don’t want to get in any more trouble.’

He laughed, loudly, and walked down the hallway towards Dante. Hands stuffed in his pockets, shoulders straight and eyes forwards. “Shut up, Elijah. I am not going to beat the man or anything. Being stuck with just you for six months wasn’t exactly a walk in the park for me either, bud.” Lucifer spoke out loud, eyes on his invisible counter part. The part he’d just beaten down to take control over again. “I would literally rather pluck our own eye out from our skull than be alone for six months with you again.”

‘Feelings mutual.’

Opening his mouth to speak again, Lucifer paused when Dante spoke. “Awe, why so glum chum?” He nearly cooed as he looked at the guard. “Someone get a slap on the wrists? Or did daddy say he doesn’t love you anymore?” He asked tipping his head to the side. 

‘Stop. Please, He looks so sad, Lucifer. Just leave him alone.’

“Don’t ruin my fun.” Lucifer hissed out, eyes glancing at Elijah who seemed to be close to panic. “Fuck off. Let me play.” He looked back at Dante’s face. “So, what is it? Stick up the old ass? Or just not your day?”

Daddy issues? It was bold of Elijah to say something like that – unlikely that the guard would confess to anything personal. He was keen on keeping to himself as intensely as he could. Being nearly FIRED was greater than a slap on the wrists, but he also wasn’t going to start spreading around that there was a point in time when his job was on the line. The brunette liked his own secretive nature and he needed to keep it that way. It prevented everyone from investing their thoughts and nosy personalities onto him. “Isn’t it unprofessional to talk about my private life? It’s the lack of coffee – if you must know. I’m not a morning person and this isn’t kicking in.” Whatever gave the other a right to be so profusely in Dante’s business was beyond him, yet he entertained the idea for a moment. “And you? What suddenly allowed you to grow the balls and confront me about my demeanor?”

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The electricity did more damage than he was willing to admit. He’s been brought down by them before, but he hadn’t even done anything to DESERVE it this time. There’s still jolts coursing through his body, sending his muscles into tiny spasms as he remains where he’s fallen on the floor. He’s managed to drag himself to his knees. “I should have fucking left him in the dark.” JACEN. He had told Jacen Dante may lose his job, but he didn’t know if that would actually do anything. “He fucking left you, but even I thought you didn’t deserve to lose your job over something you had no control over.” Dexter assumed he could have HELPED. He had been a head doctor on the yellow floor before his abrupt departure. 

“What the FUCK does that mean?” Towering, body heat rising, FRUSTRATION piercing to dangerous levels. He felt caught in the middle, unsure of whatever Dexter was muttering. The blonde was speaking in tongues and he didn’t appreciate it. Dante stepped away from the patient, his glock loosely settled in his hand, drawn towards Dexter, aimed DIRECTLY at his head. “CUT the shit. I know you don’t feel anything, but you’ve done enough.” If burning his career into the ground was the murderer’s intention, he did a damn good job of nearly accomplishing the worst. 

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kittywayfree‌:

Dante looked even grumpier than usual if that were possible, and Kitty assumed he hadn’t been away on a vacation. She knew Dexter, knew what he did but connecting anything to Dante seemed like a reach to her. What did he have to do with anything? She took a step back when he turned. The noises of the asylum were all just background by now, shouting and laughter both floated down the halls a constant unpleasant dissonance that she’d learned to ignore. If being away for a short amount of time could scrape her nerves raw enough to be bothered by it again she might as well just stay put as long as possible. “It’s just the patients… Are you okay?” He didn’t look okay. Past the perpetual irritation, there was something else. Something that warned her that not talking to him was a better idea, but she never listened to any good advice, even from herself.

“Patients give me no patience,” muttering under his breath sounded less like fallen snow and more like NAILS on a chalkboard. Dante could hardly focus on the job when all he wanted was particular REVENGE. Getting such a thing would come easy on his behalf, but he wasn’t ready to face the blonde that had nearly FUCKED his entire career up the ass. “I’m fine. Miss me?” The guard placed his tired eyes on the redhead, heart pounding from the stint of coffee pulsing through his veins. Most of the asylum had learned the story -- most were INQUISITIVE, wanting to know the extent of the offence. Dante’s career on the line was the hottest buzz since the weird kid killed a patient and ended up on the red level. 

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“I reached out to people. I took the blame for the situation. You owe me EVERYTHING.” Truth be told, Dexter did it mostly to save himself. Without Dante, he had nothing. He may have people that worked for him, but he needed someone willing to wrap a hand around his throat and put him in his place. No one else here was willing to do that. No one but Dante. Whatever they had, Dexter yearned for it. He CRAVED it. And if that meant keeping him here, so be it. “The least you could do is say thank you.”

“I don’t owe you SHIT.” Fury blazed amber orbs, his fingers growing hot in blatant RAGE. Dante wasn’t about to argue over something as pitiful and petty as whether one person was in the wrong or not. “I’m not fucking grateful for anything you did when you put me in this mess to begin with.” The guard pulled the taser from his belt, drove it into Dexter’s side, no warning, no abrupt movement, and TOWERED over him, heat bleeding into his cheeks. “If you think, for ONE second, you’re going to get any sense of recognition from me, you’re a fucking idiot.”

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delvcas‌:

Despite the fact that they shared the position of head guard, Anthony would have loved to see Dante get fired. A higher pay grade and the title solely his own? Oh, that would have been great. But he enjoyed Dante’s company, even if he was an asshole, and he wasn’t quite willing to see the other go just yet. Maybe if he fucked up again he’d be okay with it, but for now Anth needed the help. He was still quite out of the loop with most of what was going on in the asylum, but this particular piece of gossip had really caught his attention and he wanted to know all the details. “Probably - we’d all be better off getting the fuck outta here, man, but we’re all replaceable if they decide we can’t be here anymore.” He shrugged his shoulders. Anthony had never had his job threatened, but he’d heard about the firings of some of the guards and assumed there would be some fresh faces coming in shortly. “Friends are a bunch of bullshit, but you and I kinda have to have each other’s backs, Dante.” Despite him thinking that Dante was a prick, he’d still defend him and try to keep his reputation solid. He wasn’t fond of the idea of friends, he thought that they made him too soft, but he could deal with the other guard, at least. “I’ve been on vacation with the kid. Have to see her every once and a while, considering I’m paying out the ass in child support,” He shrugged. “I figure they’ve been drowning. They’re lucky to have us back, otherwise they’d all be fucked.”

He was well aware that they were all pawns in the game. The asylum was the chess board and Anth and himself were the KNIGHTS. The king was Alex, the queen? Probably Dexter at the rate the blonde was trying to rule the damn place. The rest of the patients were pawns, the duration of the game was spent seeing how many could be lost before the king took notice. Thankfully, Alex was often busy and that saved all the players in the long run. The problem being: anyone could be being a knight – though the possibilities that they had been hiring weren’t the brightest stars in the galaxy, one would get bold enough to kiss ass and climb the social ladder. Despite the metaphors fluttering his mind, coming back to reality and thinking about having Anth’s back was a bit of a chuckle on his behalf. It was true, they had to watch out for one another because of their tier on the totem pole. However, they were more of a yin and yang than two compatible beings. The brunette scoffed, a laugh lodged in his throat that didn’t quite release. “I forgot you even had one. I forgot you had the ABILITY to ejaculate at one point, old man.” Erectile DYSFUNCTION– that’s what the professionals called it. “Spent a fortune to see it no doubt, and for no reason. That’s why I won’t come in something that can turn my climax into a human being.”

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Dexter:

“About time they actually fucking listened for once.” It hadn’t taken Dexter too long to get someone to fuck with the tapes. Once he admitted that he had broken into his locker, that was the end of Dante’s demotion – or lack of one. Dexter had done what he could to protect him. The guards that had helped him had done the same. “You’re welcome, by the way. For getting you out of that mess.” He wasn’t going to tell him anymore than that. He had also got a letter sent off to JACEN, and how that played out would be interesting.

“Who the FUCK let you out?” Fuck it. The brunette took the lid off his coffee and gulped it as if the speed at which he inhaled the liquid might change it to something more potent to get him through the day at more than a snail’s pace. In some ways, he was HOPING Dexter standing there was a mirage. “I don’t owe you anything. You’re a piece of fucking work.” Chalk littered his mouth as his jaw GROUND the fibers of his teeth together, sawdust sprinkling his taste buds. 

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siickinlove‌:

Wren shooed his tactless fellow nurse off, the airhead clearly had no idea who and who not to mess with. How in the world he’d been surrounded by such idiots was beyond him, these new additions save for a few were all just warm bodies at this point. “She’s new. And stupid, clearly, all she does is gossip. Just ignore her.” He eyed the guard warily, his instincts kicking in at full force. “How are your injuries?”

A hand flew up to his neck, fingers ambitiously rubbing the raw skin, once opened only days before. “They’re FINE. I had too long to take care of myself.” That many days off in a row was alarming and it was wearing on his psyche to be away from work for such a strenuous amount of time. “Fire her.” There wasn’t much suggestion in his tone, but he truly had no jurisdiction on which kind of medical staff was hired or fired. Dante had his way in some things, but a medical degree showed a lot more than he could ever posses aside from experience. 

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“I haven’t cried the DURATION of my life. Neither of us is happy that I have to have these sessions, but I’m not DERANGED enough to fraternize with a patient.” If Dante’s eyes could roll back any further, he’d be staring at memories from millenniums ago. “I don’t want to talk about possibly losing my job, but that’s what brought me HERE in the first place, so you can suffer alongside me.”

“go on…” ashton tried to seem as interested as possible. he was a therapist for crying out loud he was supposed to resolve things, and part of that was listening to the patients. collecting notes and thinking up creative ways to correct them. “oh please don’t tell me you’re going to cry.” he said with a roll of his eyes. he didn’t think he could handle another crier. he’d give them an actual reason to cry for if they did. 

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Anthony had heard through the grapevine about what had happened. The exact details, he was unsure of, but he’d heard enough to know that somebody in the staff fucked up - and that someone was Dante. He held himself to a higher standard, refusing to fuck around with patients like so many of his fellow staff members did, but he’d truly expected better from Dante. How else would Dexter have gotten a hold of one of the guard’s belts? He could put the pieces together. So, upon returning from vacation and getting settled back in, he’d made it his mission to hunt Dante out. Once he found him and saw the ever so obvious bruising on him, Anth couldn’t stop himself from chuckling. “I’d suggest dropping the attitude before you get yourself into deeper shit, Dante,” He shrugged his shoulders. “Figured you might be happy to see me, ‘cause I assume you don’t have many friends around here right now.”

Alex’s trail across his canvas was EMBARRASSING. He didn’t know how to divert eyes away from the obvious. Dante would never explain their origin, but he knew, and that was enough to ruffle every feather the guard had ever had. “There’s no attitude,” a tongue clicked against bafflingly aligned teeth. A drooping gaze traveled to the opening in his cup, taking a brief sip, “Something tells me I would’ve been better off just leaving this shit hole and letting all of you deal with the repercussions of losing me.” Yet, just like as an officer, he was REPLACEABLE. Anth would easily fall into his place, or the next best thing. Everything would move on without him regardless. A harsh scoff hit the air, his frustration evident – a clear indication that he was SLIPPING. Dante took pride in his emotions filtering in and out, most of the time he was a blank slate, but that hadn’t been as easy with his job on the line the last couple of weeks. “What are friends?” there was no sarcasm in his tone, he didn't care for the conquest of connections – it was a CHORE, and Dante wasn’t there to play comrades with the rest of the staff. Anth had been someone he’d been close to – to some degree – since they were the head guards of the asylum, but that didn’t pardon the fact that he was also blatantly unhappy with the situation altogether. And though he couldn’t BLAME the other guard for the events that unfolded, he was hardly in the mood for a friendly conversation. “You’ve been absent. How did this place even FLOAT without us? I saw they fired three or four fuckheads.”

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There was no DEMOTION, no words of exchange or encouragement. His uniform was placed back in his hands with RESTRICTIONS-- leniency no longer available, his own leash only a few meters at most, keeping a minimalistic radius. Bruises still remained across his body, and though the cuts themselves were closed, scabbing and turning into bad memories of a simplistically avoidable mistake, he felt nothing better than the relief of not having to start OVER. The brunette took his cup of coffee in his hands, forehead pressed against the wall, eyes closed to block out the chaos playing rampant extravagances in his mind. Laughter was PREVALENT-- it filtered into Dante’s stratosphere, his fingers tapping the body of his drink, “If you thought I didn’t have patience before, it’s only about to get worse.” The guard’s eyes snapped open, his head releasing from the drywall as he turned to face his offender. 

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“Someone took you down a few pegs. I’d consider that a good thing.” He still wasn’t comprehending how serious the situation was just yet. As far as Dexter knew, Dante could just be saying he lost his job for numerous reasons. The fact he was scattered in bandages only peaked his interest, but the young man couldn’t find it in himself to care.  That had always been a problem. No emotion, unless it was ANGER. He didn’t know how to feel for someone else and he may be able to fake it, but he had nothing to fake right now. Everyone kept pointing fingers at him. YOU’VE REALLY DONE IT THIS TIME, STAVROS. If he had done it, he would have felt different. He still felt the same. A void in a world he didn’t belong in. He needed to move onto step 3 as soon as he could, but he knew he was going to be stuck in solitary for a while and his doctor was NOT happy. If he wasn’t kept sedated for the next several months, it would be a miracle. “But it isn’t my fault. I WASN’T the one doing it – because trust me – I would have done much better.” The first punch drew blood and he couldn’t help the smirk that tugged across his features. Dexter hadn’t been in a good fist fight in a while. He spit out the liquid that had gathered on his tongue, his own fist flying at Dante’s face. If anything, he had the advantage here. Dante was already hurt. If Dexter aimed his punches in the right direction, he’d have Dante on his knees. He’d FINALLY put him where he belonged. But the hand around his throat was throwing him off and leaving him pinned. It was leaving him vulnerable and even Agaliarept was silent, watching from his corner. Perhaps this was a test. He’s had a few of them lately. His hands went directly for the man’s bandages, fingers digging into them, pulling them free from his body. He needed an opening and the only way he’d get that was if he unwrapped the protective layer. “How is your lack of paying attention MY fault?!” He was used to this. Getting the blame for things. With the barrier gone, Dexter scrapped his nails along burned flesh, hoping it hurt just enough to give him an opening.

That someone -- being Alex -- was not a good thing. Not only was Dante at the point where he DESPERATELY wanted to up and leave, but he couldn’t manage to sit around and dwell in the shit that had been started, solely because it was his belt that was stolen. Apparently, Dexter was so out of the loop, that he was completely blind to what he’d just caused. There was no exception to the antics, however, and Dante was going to hold onto it for quite some time; treading unnecessarily trepidatious water wasn’t in his month’s original repertoire, but had then become a reality. “So, someone else just beat the shit out of another patient just because? You were caught red handed and that’s all you have to say for yourself?” Plus, they were saying it was Dante’s fault Matt was at the point he was at anyway -- HOW could he even possibly take the blame? The brunette spat in Dexter’s direction, his eyes BURNING, as he felt the searing pain painting INNOCENCE through his gaze. Thankfully, the guard has always had a high pain tolerance, but this was a new limit. Wounds were too fresh and he was entering dangerous territory. “I’m always paying attention, that has nothing to do with anything.” That was a lie, he would’ve noticed the belt that morning had he not been sidetracked by other thoughts. “You KNEW damn well they’d frame it on me, and yet you still did it. There’s nothing here. I wasted my time and efforts on you.” Amber was painted red, Dante blinking in COLORS, unable to focus on the task at hand. Aside from how LIVID he was, focusing on everything was becoming more of a challenge than a feat. The brunette quickly shoved his knee into Dexter’s stomach, slamming the blonde’s back into the bed and dropping his weight with the rest of his body. If the patient wanted to play dirty with what he was doing by fighting back, Dante would do it no different – perhaps he could do some INTERNAL damage and get payback. The brunette’s hands wrapped around Dexter’s neck, his weight still PRESSED vehemently into the blonde’s abdomen, pulse racing within his body. “Fuck you for thinking you could have anyone as a victim. The whole place is better off with you transferred; I’ll PUSH for it to go through.”