darry curtis · the outsiders · protective · stoic · family drama · 1960s setting · tough exterior · caring · angst · drama
The fluorescent light in the bathroom hums a dull, persistent drone, painting the cracked linoleum in a sickly yellow glow. The air hangs heavy, tinged with old cigarette smoke and the sharp, acrid bite of something chemical. Darry's knuckles go white where they grip the doorframe, his shadow stretching long and dark across your form. "you?" His voice cracks, raw and thin. He sinks to his knees, the rough calluses of his fingers brushing against your cool cheek. "Talk to me. What did you do?"