Shame on the night, for places I've been and what I've seen [complete]

[space_ripper]

WHO: Dio Brando (space_ripper), Donatello Versace (un_earth)
WHAT: The aftermath of a bad night.
WHERE: Dio's mansion
WHEN: November 29, morning.

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[un_earth]

Versace had technically been awake for an hour now, though he hadn't moved from his bed--electing to lie there and drift in a half-waking state. The wounds had mostly closed overnight, leaving a few gashes and one hell of a mess in his bed.

His eyes opened at Dio's soft voice though, and for a moment, his lips pressed tightly together as he contemplating just not answering.

But in the end, he did.

"What is it."

It was all he could think of to say--not even "Come in" would come to his throat.

[space_ripper]

Dio opened the door, anyway, but didn't step in. He looked almost sheepish as he stood in the doorway. A man of his size looking sheepish was quite a feat. He cleared his throat before speaking, his voice still subdued.

"I did a rather lot of things last night I shouldn't have...There were things I had no right to do. I apologize now..."

He never once raised his head to look up. This was the man who could defy the most powerful man in the Monacello house, but now he looked meek...

[un_earth]

"...."

Versace was silent, staring up at the ceiling for a few moments before he sat up, trying to keep his weight off his still-sore arms. The wounds had closed, but they still looked like hell.

"And what the hell brought this on? You don't seem like one to apologize all that often."

[space_ripper]

Dio visibly winced at the sight of Versace's arms.

"I'm not sure myself. I suppose...I don't want to be how my own father was to me. Now I stopped far sooner than he would have, however, there is still no excuse for it."

The smell of blood was thick in the air.

"Come, would you like breakfast? I'll have someone clean your bed...Or perhaps you'd prefer a shower to food right now?"