Blood gets washed. It gets dragged into the sewers, where rats and and unknown rodents lurk. That's a familiar sight for Dust, he was just fine with blood spilling across cement.
Blue on the other hand was a bit squeamish about blood and guts. He could handle horror movies pretty well but would still shake in the night thanks to his imagination playing tricks on him, making him see scary creatures in the dark.
Dust would sometimes go out for a night and come back later into it, maybe the next day, and it was sadly one of those nights. Blue was at a marble dining room table, drinking a cup of coffee and looking at his phone with baggy eyes. He had watched a movie that shook him down to his core and ever so wished Dust could cuddle him until he would fall asleep but it sadly just couldn't happen.
He said he just had a friend that was badly ill and would stop by occasionally, but friends don't always stay friends and Blue wonders wether this friend or him is a side bitch for Dust. Of course he knew that wasn't true, Dust was a complete man of his word since he knew all about disloyalty and hated it.
The secrets, the unspoken plans that only cut him out, he didn't like it one bit. It was fine by Blue, and only such little, devious secrets were kept to themselves. One of Blue's was that he actually enjoyed it when Dust babied him, no matter how much he would whine that he wasn't a child and could take care of himself.
His thoughts were interrupted when the sound of the front door slammed closed. He quickly got up and summoned a bone attack just in case it was a break in. "Hello? Who is it?" He walked to into the living room, the white shirt and baggy grey sweats dragging against the oak wood paneled floor, his boney feet making little clacking noises.
"Blue? That you? What are you doing up so late?" Blue knew the voice and dispelled the attack, turning on the lamp and gasping. "Dust your leg! What happened!?" He rushes over and sets Dust on to the couch, healing him. "Nothing, just got into a fight with some bitch and got hurt, I'm fine" Blue shook his head, deciding to actually take a look at his leg and nearly gags. The tibia was almost completely twisted, blood pouring out of it like crazy. A part of Blue was marveled how Dust didn't even flinch in pain! He knew his boyfriend had a pain tolerance but this was next level!
Another part was panicking but he managed to stay calm and started to heal him. The more he did though, the more he realized this wasn't from a drunk person fighting, but with an intent to actually hurt, to kill even. You see, Blue had badly wanted to be a detective of some sort, looking at crime scenes. But it's was then he realized he couldn't deal with blood or any type of dead body.
It was why he so badly wanted to get away from this fear, but those times going to a school for it sure did pay off, especially at times like this. "Dust, what happened. And tell the truth, this wound is not just something a drunk would give you." Dust felt a bead of sweat go down his skull, thinking about how he should answer. He wasn't going to tell the truth, but a part of him longed to get it off his chest.
He knew he had only a little bit of time so before his mind could catch up with his mouth, he blurted out.
"I'm an assassin, I work for a group that kills people and I had to fight with our rival!" He looked really nervous, Blue's face a mixture of sad and surprise.
"WHAT!?"
(Okie here! XD I honestly had more in mind, but I just wanna die qwq)
