River or Lancer, she/they, DP is a solid 43% of why I’m majoring in astronomy (if you ever need to induce an existential crisis, ask me about black holes)
i think danny should be pointy and sallow and weird. as a treat.
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“I didn’t—” the man cut himself off with a carefully measured breath and pinched the bridge of his nose so hard it had to hurt. “Jasmine, I didn’t kidnap you, I’m saving you!”
“Oh so you’re that type of fucked up freak, got it,” Jazz growled.
The way she bared her teeth reminded Danny of a feral dog. He’d never seen her like this. She tucked him further back behind her again, shielding him from the strange man.
“I am not—” Another careful breath. “I am not that type of freak. I am being sincere here, Jasmine. Your parents hurt me also—”
“Our parents love us!”
“Your parents let your brother die!” the man screamed.
Jazz stumbled back a step into Danny.
Danny who felt like he would throw up.
Jazz wasn’t supposed to know.
Jazz wasn’t ever supposed to know. He was supposed to take this secret to his—
Well, no, he didn’t get a grave, did he. He died and he didn’t get a grave. Danny clamped a hand over his mouth.
The hysterical giggle slipped through anyways.
“Danny?” Jazz asked. Her voice had dropped the growl. She wasn’t the feral animal anymore, she was addressing one.
Danny couldn’t meet her eyes. She’d know if he looked at her.
“They let him die, Jasmine,” the man said, voice a bitter whisper, “just like they let me die, alone and without them. Their inventions killed both of us. They killed both of us.”
“Danny?” Jazz tried again.
Danny shook his head, hand still clamped over his mouth. He thought if he moved his hand he would throw up. If he moved his hand he would answer her.
“I went to Amity Park to— to see them. To show them what they had left to wither away. To show them— it doesn’t matter anymore. When I saw that Daniel— when I saw that they had done the same thing to their own son… well, what was the point?” the man asked. He sounded so broken under the perfectly enunciated words; perfectly trained like a prize pet. “I had to get you both out of there, Jasmine, before they hurt you two or before… or before they discovered what Daniel was and ripped him apart… molecule by molecule.”
The crew went to the Discovery Zone, one of the last ones open locally, to take this picture. It's cooler than Chuck E. Cheese by a long shot, and they were not missing the zipline in this place! Thanks @asoupokamans for the cute lines!