Depths

31. Poison

This song is so beautiful, it is the only song in this fanfic that is not Chase Holfelder. It is what Danny will be playing on his radio in a minute, and I think it is a good theme song for this chapter.

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Fun Fact: Were you wondering why Danny would get such a headache when he heard Ember's singing voice? Its because Ember's singing voice was fake. If you remember, it was gifted to her by Hades, which means it was unnatural, and anyone who was not attracted to women in any way shape or form, AKA malexmale inside and out, would get a headache.

That's right, that means that Mr. Lancer is also gay.

Dun dun duuuuuuuun!

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Danny brushed his wet hair back as he sat on the bed in his pj's, sighing as he took in the empty room. It was 11 at night and he should really be getting to sleep soon. The lavender tea he made himself had been cold for a long time now, and there was no way that cold tea was going to make him feel any better, so he took off his socks and got into bed.

The mattress was much bigger than he remembered and much colder, but the smell of Phantom's pillow made Danny want to start crying all over again, so he pushed it off the bed and turned to face the other direction. The sharpness in his chest was like poison that invaded every inch of his body, leaving him numb and unable to breathe without feeling pain.

Out of his control, another tear fell down his face, and he shut his eyes, hoping that he would fall asleep quickly.

Something creaked on the other side of his room, and Danny's eyes shot open as he reached for the lamp to turn it on. 

His eyes focused when the light turned on, and the boy looked around in every direction. "Phantom, if that's you, cut it out. I don't want to see you."

There was no answer, but Danny was sure that he heard something. He shook his head though, he was probably just stressed from being alone in his room at night for the first time in half a year. He got up and put on his slippers, no sense in wasting a perfectly good cup of tea, right?

He picked up his cold mug and went downstairs to heat it up before he made his way back up the stairs. He decided to listen to some instrumental music to calm his nerves as he drank his cup, maybe then he would be able to get some sleep.

Olafur Arnalds- Brotsjor started playing softly in the background from his radio, and he made sure the calming tune was on repeat as he sat on his bed with his mug to listen.

Danny took a few sips of his tea until the mug was half empty, letting the warmth from the liquid soothe his throat and calm the anxiety that had made its appearance. It wasn't until he stopped drinking and actually allowed the after taste from the tea register on his tongue did he look down at the cup in confusion. He smacked his tongue, wondering why the tea was much sweeter than normal, he was positive he hadn't put that much sugar in it when he made the cup.

He shrugged, it didn't taste bad, so he finished off the tea and set the mug on his nightstand.

He snuggled back into bed, listening to the music as it sang softly in the air, the melody of the chorus of strings was a nice distraction from the headache quickly forming behind his eyes.

His stomach started rolling, and Danny opened his eyes yet again, hoping that he wasn't so upset that he would actually vomit. That wish was quickly denied when his mouth started watering and stomach pain rapidly escalated from a dull ache to Danny leaning over the side of the bed with his face in his trash can.