TO BE ALONE: a series of måneskin oneshots

butterflies into crows (a drabble) (d.d./e.t.)

ROLL CALL >

Damiano could barely hear the relentless tapping of his zipper against the leather fabric of his boot. The zipper bounced up and down as his leg did the same thing.

The dark eye makeup he was sporting seemed to cast shadows over the plate of food sitting before him.

Damiano's eyes followed the steam that radiated off of the dish as it rose into the air and dissipated soon after.

His eyes snapped up when he heard his dressing room door open.

"Hey." Ethan entered the room, holding his own plate. Ethan's meal looked fairly similar to Damiano's, as the band had collectively called in catering before their show.

"Hey." Damiano partially smiled back, lifting a hand as a greeting.

"We missed you out there. Everyone's still eating if you'd like to come and join us." Ethan stated, though he took the chair across from Damiano, sensing that the frontman would not want to leave his room.

Ethan set his half finished plate beside Damiano's untouched one.

"Sorry, it's just..." Damiano shook his head, running his tongue over his teeth. "Fuck." He muttered.

Ethan picked up on the nervous energy pretty quickly. "Butterflies getting to ya?"

Damiano scoffed. "Shit, butterflies? More like crows."

Ethan exhaled somewhat of a chuckle at Damiano's joke. He picked up his fork and collected a bite of his dinner.

"I understand, man." Ethan spoke before eating the bite from his fork. "But I know you've also got to eat before you get onstage."

Damiano shifted his jaw around, biting on the inside of his cheek. "Appetite still isn't back." He admitted, not lying.

Ethan tapped Damiano's plate with the back of his fork. "I know you've been sick, and all, but you've been traveling all day. You have to eat something. You felt how hot it was onstage just during soundcheck."

Damiano sat back in his chair, knowing Ethan was right. "Fine, Torchio, you got me."

Damiano pushed himself forward and used the side of his fork to cut a bite off his plate.

"Good." Ethan smiled softly, brushing his hair over his shoulder. "I'll leave you alone. I know when you're nervous having people around isn't always the best thing in the world."

Damiano cracked a small smile. "Thanks for checking in, though."

"Of course. Eat a little more, okay?"

"Okay." Damiano responded, watching as the dressing room door shut.

He was alone again, still staring at the mostly full plate of food. Damiano brought another bite to his mouth. He scrapped the fork across his teeth as he ate it.

Beneath the costumes and the makeup, the crows still raged in his stomach.

He'd never get used to that feeling.

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450

A/N: Hey friends! So sorry I've been so MIA! How are you all?