There's something safe about the darkness, despite the unknown possibilities within it. There's nothing to fear about the darkness, when you learn to embrace it.
"Brendon?"
A familiar voice calls out from the dark, deep and soft. He found comfort in that voice, and the person who owns the voice. His solid, tall frame was easy to lean on, his eyes are cloudy as the storm but its warmth is as bright as the sun. Who knows how many times he's been itching to write lyrics about the man with the storm in his eyes.
"Brendon?" The voice changed, a child's pleading voice spoke in his often dreamless sleep. "Brendon, help me, please."
A sense of dread falls upon him as he hears the child's voice laced with fear and helplessness. "Dallon?"
Ringing echoes around him, becoming louder and louder, breaking the notable silence that comes from the darkness.
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Brendon opens his eyes, his heart thudding loudly in his chest. He looks down at the small body beside him. Dallon sleeps soundly, his small hand holding on his shirt. He sighs in relief at the sight of him sleeping well.
He heard a ring on the bedside table. Someone's been calling him for the past minute. He noticed the time. 7: 27 PM.
Shit.
"Hello?" He answers his phone groggily, hoping it didn't wake Dallon beside him.
"You haven't forgotten that we're suppose to perform, right? I hope you're not drunk somewhere."Dan's amused voice speaks on the receiver. Brendon groans, carefully detaching himself from Dallon's grip on his shirt, placing his pillow in exchange and stood from his bed.
"N-no. I just waited for Dal-- Darren to fall asleep. I fell asleep beside him."
Dan hums in thought. "Huh. That's cute. Didn't expect it from you though." He hears a joke in there but he has no time to muse on it as he shrugs on his jacket.
"Shut it, Dan. I'm on my way." Brendon drops the call, successfully putting on his shoes without any casualty.
He puts his phone in his pocket, and turns his gaze at the sleeping child on his bed. He carefully tucks Dallon, brushing off the hair that fell on his face.
His gaze softens at the image of this younger Dallon. He looks at peace. The dark shade under his eyes didn't even seem to exist anymore. Any signs of tiredness on his youthful face were barely even there.
Brendon can't help but smile at the sight of innocence. It's been a long time since he saw one.
He looks back at the sleeping figure one last time before closing the door behind him.
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The concert ended well. The crowd was amazing as always, but it still didn't feel the same without Dallon playing bass. He was like his sidekick in their tour. He knows what to say to keep the fans alive, adding the fuel to the fire.
Being a one-man front man is actually kinda sad.
Some fans were asking where he is, and he had to give the same excuse he used for Kenny and Dan.
"He had an emergency this morning, so he's not here today."
The crowd expresses a tone of disappointment and he felt like doing the same. Dallon's been with him since Vices & Virtues and people have already considered him being part of the band.
Demoting him as a tour member again was probably a bad decision but he felt like he needed to work alone. Dallon easily understood, he always does, but he must have been hurt by the sudden change.
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Little Giraffe // Brallon
Fanfiction"Who's the twerp? Is that your brother or something, Bren?" "Uh, no. This is Da--" He felt a small pinch on the back of his hand, he had to hide the wince from that pinch. The little shit is actually taking advantage of his situation. "T-This is my...
