Dark Fandom/OTP Challenge - DalKenzie Edition (edited)

Fallen angels

The official story for why the table had been added to meet-and-greets was a few overzealous fans- names weren't going to be named but they knew who they were- had gotten too hands-on and Dalton and his family were concerned for his safety. Everyone took it to mean lovestruck fangirls grabbing his ass and left it at that.

Not that those incidents hadn't happened, but what drove Dalton to the breaking point was something else altogether.

The front of his neck would sting with phantom pressure when he remembered it, which was near all the damn time with how close a call it had been. The back of his collar had been gripped, presumably to try ripping off his shirt since other than some swimming pictures from the IM5 days a shirtless Dalton sighting was like a unicorn. He'd gasped with feeling like he was choking, and the girl had called out "What is that?!" before security hustled her away.

And he fell to his knees coughing in a panic attack, his shoulder blades thrumming in muted pain.

He'd almost been found out. He'd almost been found out.

Fortunately it seemed like security had given the girl a stern warning, as she said nothing about the incident. Dalton had obsessively scoured Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, Tumblr, even freakin' IdolForums for a week to see if she'd spilled the story, but not a word.

He'd say thank god, but he knew better than that.

Many nights Dalton lay awake on his stomach, breath slightly muffled by the pillow but still ragged in his ears, anything he could do to mute the silvery shimmer behind him as the damn things tried taking off for impossible flight. Up until recently he'd gotten better in not having them pop up randomly, but the new pile of stresses and responsibilities on his life were making it hard, beyond hard.

It was bad enough some idiots thought he was a freak with being bipolar, he didn't need to be seen as a literal freak with wings on top of it. Life wouldn't be a soppy supernatural romance, it'd be a horror movie with a quick and painful ending he didn't want to stick around for. Until he could control them for good, it was best to keep his distance.

No amount of ramming his shoulder blades into walls did it, and when scissors and razor blades got hidden Dalton couldn't try anything drastic, not ever again.

He never remembered if he'd fallen in the first place. If he had, it must have hurt a hell of a lot less than this.