gentlx:

_{for a moment he feels BETRAYED, hurt–physically, emotionally–but it passes, passes as quickly as the pain in his cheek, which given the speed at which the paper weight had been flying, would no doubt bruiser. but, he didn’t care. viridian eyes shined over with tears, not from pain, but from sadness. ❛ hey, no, baby, it’s okay– ❜ the deputy murmurs, voice hoarse, low. they’d been yelling, fighting louder than they had before && suddenly the entire house had begun to jostle, things began to shake–precious memories–precious to him, unbeknownst to layne–had shattered against walls, broken onto the carpeted floor.}

_{but it didn’t matter.}

_{all those material remnants of his past meant nothing, when compared to the man before. damaged, a little broken here && there, but good. still, good. ❛ ·don’t–don’t back up like that. layne,❜ how many times had he broken down doors, when he’d gotten calls of husbands beating down their wives? how many hours did he train, in order to be able to easily discern things like this?·}

_{no, this wasn’t domestic abuse. this was nothing, it was an accident. layne loved him–he’d never hurt him on purpose, NEVER.}

_{he was DANGEROUS with his anger. even more dangerous because of the power he had. no matter what could set him off, he had the capability to truly hurt someone. even if he didn’t mean to. most times he was able to keep himself in check. it was rare that he would ever lash out and hit someone he knew - that was saved for those that truly deserved it. assholes and scum of the earth that behaved as such towards anyone they want. but this was jordan. his lover, his friend, and he’d hurt him. what usually took hours for him to feel took seconds now as he averted his gaze. internally he was cursing himself. this was the first time for something like this to happen but it could have been avoided.}

_{if he just kept his anger under control. if he paid more attention to his power and what it was doing to everything around them. his gaze drifted to the picture frames that had fallen and shattered. a wave of his hand put them back in their place and the glass was repaired. jordan’s words were reaching him but still he took another step back.}

_{“ i hurt you… ” jordan didn’t deserve it, he knew he didn’t deserve it, and it held no pleasure for him in dealing that injury to his lover. “ i didn’t mean to… but i still did. ” far be it from layne to ever make an excuse towards his actions. he owned up to everything, either with a sense of pride or satisfaction. all he got from this was a deep shame for himself.}