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Damien Toussaint. 31. he/him. Part-time ferryman, full-time dweller I've never lost at hide and seek
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"We're from similar worlds, but our paths clearly went in opposite direction. It must be difficult to be unable to express your anger all the time." He voiced with sadness in his tone, but not pity. He felt a fuck lot of empathy towards Emery's situations, because people just saw one thing, but Damien knew it was a multifaceted situation. And no matter if he tried to explain it, people wouldn't understand. "How do you deal with it? The anger, I mean." Especially when everyone was breathing down your fucking neck. His older brother played politics too, but not on Emery's level. He wondered if Emery struggled to have true and deep friendship too.
Damien had expected a question or comment from the look Emery had given his phone, but nothing happened, only his own question had been spoken. "You're not asking, I'm offering. But I'm aware we're stuck in a waiting game right now... usually, when I'm off, I go around and talk to people. Would you like to join me? I think fresh air might do us good. Just one hour or two. What do you think?"
Archer did things to annoy his parents on purpose. That was how to stayed sane. Nothing too antagonistic but just enough to push back against the constant requirements. But in general those moments were private. But he didn't mind talking to Damien about things that the other man already knew. Archer had an arsenal of ways that he handled interactions with others. Crisis plans on top of crisis plans. A plan to address just about any circumstance. Because anything was a response. Even no response. And clear communication of what he wanted or needed at any given moment was essential for his life. He nodded, understanding. "If I lose my temper. I've lost in general." Keeping himself in tight control of his overt emotional responses was another essential part of his life.
Having Damien sit down next him was nice, that comradery with another person that really did understand. He nodded his head gratefully. A huge chunk of Archer's life was making sure that his older brother was alright. As much as Quincy let him anyway. It just wasn't something he brought other people he knew into. He scratched the side of his nose as Damien tried to comfort him. But he was right, there was no knowing for sure. Just things that might be more or less likely. He looked up as Damien walked away for a minute. Taking out his own phone and checking it. Because he couldn't help himself from checking. But when Damien came back he slid his phone back into his pocket. Shaking his head, "It's fine." Archer looked at the back of Damien's phone for brief moment. But then turned at the question. He shrugged, "I don't know. I don't normally ask for help like this."
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《 DAMIEN 》How do you feel about a musical? Wicked? Mamma Mia!? Or maybe just go somewhere and pretend to be obnoxious tourists?
《 DAMIEN 》I might be bored.
《 DAMIEN 》You still haven't told me about the "friend"...
《 DAMIEN 》YEEEENNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
《 DAMIEN 》I love you.
《 DAMIEN 》Reminder that I'm gay
《 DAMIEN 》Might also be drunk.
《 DAMIEN SENT FILE 》I was left unsupervised.
@yeniens
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Damien chuckled, but inside it didn't had that effect cause always feeling like what he did wasn't enough, meant always feeling like he had no space to fail or disappoint. But that wasn't Ricardo's fault, it was just how Damien was. But if Damien had been aware of how Ricardo felt about himself, he would've argued with him that he saw his friends (including Ricardo) as better people than he was... most of them anyway, cause he was aware that some of his friends were perculiar... like killers. But he was one too, wasn't he. Not by choice, but out of survival. "Platinum Batman shoukd be easier to find." He joked.
"Of course for you!" He exclaimed, putting his arm around the other man's shoulders for a side hug. "How about I bring it to yoh and you bring it here whenever. At least a staff one... cause bigger one cor the customers too would be hard to hide." He laughed. "Could also buy the same model and you can tell Raffa that you repaired it?" He grinned happily.
"Yeah the ex looking flawless is always a bitch to handle. But her if things are cool with him, that nice." And what? He almost asked, but didn't. Damien figured that Ricardo would talk about it if he feels like it. "Hey... no.... don't say things like that." He came to stand right in front of Ricardo, taking his face into his hands. "Look at me." He said firmly, but with a gentle voice. "You are an amazing human being. If those guys cannot see that, then they don't deserve you." He leaned up and kissed Ricardo's forehead. "I know it's hard to have faith sometimes, but you will find the right person to be in your life, whether it's your dashing ex or someone new. Please Ricardo, just be a bit more patient for me. I know the wait will be worth it."
"You could never disappoint me, Damien." Ricardo would never get tired of telling Damien how much the guy really meant to him and how nothing he did would ever cause him to look down on the other. If anything, he was surprised Damien found him interesting enough to want to be friends with. "Batman it is." He chuckled, taking his phone out, "In fact, I'm changing your name in my phone right now. Of course, watch me forget I changed it to Batman and go crazy trying to find you later when I want to text you."
The next comment to leave Damien's lips had Ricardo playfully grinning at the other, very dramatically replying, "For little ol' me? Oh, Damien, I'm so touched." He was actually touched but he couldn't help teasing the other just a bit, even giving him a playful wink. "Do me a favor, yeah? Don't..tell Raffa just yet about the coffee machine. I actually do feel bad about it breaking. It's like the one thing that keeps this place running most of the time, and it fucking breaks. Our machines break often, too, but we can at least opt to wash clothes by hand. I guess." He only did it a handful of times for an elderly lady who always seemed to have the worst luck of coming when the place was undergoing some maintenance routine, and the machines were temporarily out of order.
He gives a lazy little stretch as their conversation shifts back to his ex, the other people he met, and he gives a small groan from both the stretching and the topic of conversation. "I mean, there's not much to tell. My ex still looks as dashing as ever, and..." he trails off for a brief second, thinking about Ezra now, "...I don't know. I think I just need to kind of let a lot of things go. It's just hard. I don't know what I do wrong half the time, but I can never seem to keep a good thing going. Either it's a breakup...or...I just kinda get ghosted." It did zero for his self-esteem, especially with guys. "Maybe I am just destined to be the guy who fixes washing machines, cars, and owns like two dogs until I die. That's not so bad, right?"
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"My family has been helping homeless people for decades now, I can reassure you it'll make them happy." He reassured again. At the suggestion of going together, he brightened up even more. "Of course! There's actually a shelter not too far from here." Seemed like it'd be easier for Flynn if it was closer to where he lived.
"If you wanna get drunk, being host is the best moment, you don't have to go back home cause you're already there." He chuckled. He thanked Flynn when the glass was placed in front of him. "Alright, what did you do? Cause I'm scared you went from 0 to 1000 instead of going one step at a time." He smiled warmly.
"You think?" Flynn asked, his own excitement about the idea growing as Damien seemed to like what he had to say. "I mean... I've donated in the past. Not as much as I should, really. But I'd hope that they'd appreciate this kind of food, even though it's not what is socially deemed healthy." A pause. "I would like that, actually. And maybe... I mean you could come with me, too?"
"I... I've been drinking, Damien." Flynn admitted with a chuckle as he motioned towards his glass which was a vodka tonic. "But I was also going to pour myself some water. I don't think it would be very good of me as a host to get drunk." Flynn then grabbed a couple more glasses and poured some water into them. He managed to carry all three glasses to the living room and placed them on the coffee table without spilling any liquid on himself or the ground. A fucking feat.
"Oh ah... yeah. Too much has happened, if you ask me." Flynn said as he sat down near Damien on the couch. "But I guess that's what I get for trying to branch out of my comfort zone." He shrugged his shoulders. "I'll probably stay in for the rest of the month. Focus on my work cases. Reading, maybe."
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"It's my pleasure, really." He reassured. He wouldn't let a friend a d even less their kids be in danger if he could do something about it. It was a good thing the medical field was the second choice of line of work in his family after philanthropy.
"Monday then. And kids will be at the daycare, so nothing too new for you either. Just some you-time with me!" He said grinning brightly. "Jealous?" He wondered of who, cause it was clearly not him.
"Same old, same old. If it wasn't for the people I hang out with, my life would be quite uneventful." He chuckled. Was he attracted to a handful of guys these days? Yeah, but it wasn't worth risking friendships over or just be interested in someone he had negative chances with.
⏤ She was genuinely grateful for the help Damien provided for her. ❛ Thank you once more, and sure. ❜ She sent him the ordnance that she'd need which was saved on her phone to him. She just wanted to her son recover soon, so she would finally relax a little.
The spa day was much needed, she couldn't wait for this day. ❛ Monday is settled then. ❜ Opposite of many people she genuinely enjoys 'Monday', maybe because it is sort of weekend for herself and the time she has for herself. ❛ Neat Bourbon. As a subject… ❜ She stared at him thinking about something… ❛ I think I'm a bit jealous, lately. ❜ Elizabeth hates to admit that. It was true.
❛ And how about you, how're doing? Anything juicy that you're up to lately? ❜ She wanted to talk about him too if he wished.
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Damien nodded at Flynn's pick. "Let me guess; other than being your partner back then, you thought he was out of your league?" He said calmly, voice lacking any form of judgement, just understanding. "So him kissing was nice, but unexpected since it was a closed case for you." He theorised.
"We each have our own coping mechanisms. What bothers you? Is it the complicated history between you or that the kiss didn't bother you?"
Flynn stared down at the piece of paper, trying to figure out which one he should circle. He leaned forward and drew a circle around the one he felt like he'd be able to talk about more easily. His ex partner kissing him. "This one... I wasn't as uncomfortable with it as I was surprised, if that makes sense?"
"He and I... we have a complicated past. I did have a crush on him when we worked together but I got rid of it because... well. Inappropriate." Flynn admitted as he ran a hand through his hair. "I'm pretty good at getting rid of feelings. Been doing it since I was a teenager."
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Damien didn't say anything, just watched Emilio, wondering if today was the day he would get hit. It was sad really cause he liked the guy very much. But as long as he came at his family like they were some pretentious old money assholes, he wouldn't make much progress. The thing about them was that they genuinely helped and gave a lot of their money to the community, which meant that said community wouldn't do anything to jeopardize that.
He'd probably get killed before being caught... how fucking tragic really. His brother though, if Emilio hated Damien who was shit at this, he was about to meet the one who was excellent at it. His brother was a charming bastard. "Of course, Deputy chief Carrasco." He replied politely. If only he'd been just a bit more grey. The things they could've done together!
The smile is tight, a stretched curve that draws upwards but doesn't quite reach Emilio's eyes. Smugness, he interacts with daily. Toussaint's brand of it, just smells richer; Creed-like.
Catching Damien in a lie had never been an easy task. The man doesn't slip, and he's a confident figurehead for his career choice. Emilio knows there's something underneath it all, there had been too many cases that bypassed Damien and his ferryboats. Too many times that it had been brushed off, like one wouldn't stare too long at a yellow cab; it has a purpose. Why fuck with it?
A to B, it doesn't matter what happens between that, unless it veers off course. Toussaint steers so clear, he's way off course, but makes his destination. Emilio just wants him to crash.
Apparently, it doesn't happen today.
Maybe he would talk to the older Toussaint; see if they're as silver-tongued as Damien is. "If that is all, Damien, then we are done here." Emilio's used to the line — with the ferryman, more often than most. It's snide: "As always, anything jogs your memory that you think will assist in the investigation, you call me."
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"Funny considering society is so quick to constantly remind any individuals or their past mistakes." He replied with a shrug. Damien frowned as Yenna talked of her mother. "I'm surprised she shed any away from the camera in the first place." He replied with a hint of venom in his voice.
The explanation made him want to vomit. His grandfather hadn't shied away from blaming the violence of gangs and police for the death of one of his children. Cause it been the truth and he wouldn't let anyone not see his child as what they'd been collateral damage. "I'm so, so, sorry."
He just could hold back and hugged her then. Because what she'd said, he knew it was most likely what her parents thought and it made it even more disgusting and heart-wrenching. "Neither of you deserved that. And fuck them!"
"Well, society expects us to forgive and forget.", Yenna reminds, "Don't you dare to think my mother has shed one single tear for him since the one year mark passed. She's perfectly polished and all clean of grief."
Things look different behind closed doors, of course -- but that's the view public has gotten, after dozens and dozens of reaper-ish headlines, devouring the Rebeck family one by one. Yenna has gotten her fair pay -- and maybe that's what she misses the most about Theo, the person she was just Yenna with.
Her grief, she's sure, will never end.
Damien asks for a reason, and Yenna understands this is not about Isaia, but about the way her family handled it. Ultimately, they're connected, and one truth leads to the other.
"Because my family is perfect. Because their son would never, never ever commit a crime. Or get involved in one, that is. There's no polite reason for him to be shot, so it was a car accident. And it wasn't even his fault. It malfunctioned, you know. Because why would a Rebeck ever do such thing?" Like they're freaking robots.
Yenna lowers her voice a little more, "When the news hit, the first thing I asked was if he suffered. The first thing they asked was if there was any chance news had already hit the press." Her smile is bitter, "And god am I sure they wish it had been me."
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Damien chuckled. "I could, but seeing is believing, or so they say." He teased. He could only imagine his friend's face, knowing them well the fancy asshole was not in his element. He would do something to be forgiven once they got out.
"Yeah. And he doesn't let anyone forget it either. Anyone being an asshole about money gets kicked out and cut off from any contacts we have." He said. He'd seen the result, it wasn't pretty. His grandfather had suffered and worked hard for what he had and made sure every single Toussaint had the same values. "I'm a ferryman. I bring people from point A to point B unnoticed."
But then he saw the worry on Luis' face and sighed. "Don't make that face, my brother makes it too a lot. I'm as safe as can be." He had people down here to back him up. "I've been doing this for like almost ten years, or maybe ten already; don't really count." And he liked doing it. But cops like Emilio, they wouldn't understand and he accepted that. He was an excellent cop and it was better to leave him out of it. "So if you ever need my service, I can show you how to get in contact with me." Cleary, he didn't use his regular phone. "Come on, I'll show you my place." He grabbed Luis' hand and pulled it gently. "I'm always careful, I promise."
He grinned — all big and toothy. Damien's reaction was exactly how he pictured it in his mind. He had the money, Luis didn't mind ruining a piece of clothing he could easily replace, if it meant he'd get to be a pain in his friend's ass.
Just your father really. Another thing to add to the pile of secrets to hide from Emilio. He was an expert by now. Luis could lie to his father without even flinching.
He nodded.
Luis followed, focusing his attention on the actual story and not the dodgy alley they were moving through; eyes gued on the way the heel of his boot dug into the muddy dirt; in and out, a disgusting sound. "Couldn't you tell me all of this, at a cafe or — " a beat, "— somewhere nicer?" It wasn't like he didn't appreciate the santimental value this place must held for the sake of the story, but Luis would much rather have this conversation elsewhere. His features continued to wrinckle in disgust as they moved along.
"That's, uh — That must've been extremelly hard for him." he couldn't imagine leaving his own country and starting from scratch in a completely different one, without even speaking the language.
Upon entering the area that was relatively clean, he glanced around, "What am I looking at exactly?" he knew it was a road system, but he didn't exactly know what it represented. "What are you guys using this for?"
He wasn't an idiot, not at all, but he didn't wish to believe it was anything out of the ordinary. It made sense now, why this had to be a secret kept from his father. Luis swallowed hard, worried eyes now fixated on Damien's, "Dem.."
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Primadonna ~ MARINA
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《 DAMIEN 》Why did you leave me alone with THAT... you know I'm about to rip him a new one... I swear to god, if you're making out in the restroom, I'm about to cockblock you for the next year.
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Merci ~ Stromae
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《 DAMIEN 》How's it going? Has the world given you a break this week?
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《 DAMIEN 》How would you feel about another cat?
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《 DAMIEN 》Did I just see you on the pier?
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《 DAMIEN 》How I did it? Easy, they were the ones struggling to keep up with me. I have the stamina of a Greek god! 😎
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《 DAMIEN 》《 JEONG-IN 》《 SUHO 》 《 CALEB 》《 SEBASTIAN 》《 GAEL 》
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