08-24-2018, 07:39 AM
♛ SMOKED A PACK OR TWO, IT NEVER WAS A PROBLEM —
//aa I apologize in advance for Dante being so uncaring ^^' I suppose this in of itself could be triggering too, in case people are bothered by others harassing them for having an attack
Also, trigger warning in the first paragraph for a brief mention of abuse
Dante never had to deal with anxiety or anything that caused him to obsessively worry about things. The reason he smoked so damn much was for other reasons, and although one of those reasons was to prevent panic attacks, the hybrid hadn't had one in a while. He believed that smoking (and drinking, though he didn't do that as much) help ease his mind on whatever his brain decided to bother with, whether it be from the fights he was forced to participate in, or the violent torture methods the scientists gave him as punishment for not doing what he was told. Anxiety was a lot different than dealing with trauma in his opinion, and he also believed that pushing back said trauma was a lot easier than facing it head-on. Hence, the smoking and drinking, if it became too unbearable. It was easier just to numb yourself to the pain than deal with it.
"Hey." Dante snarled as he came across Cosette, his lips peeled back in disgust as he watched the female try to calm herself down. He had no idea she was dealing with a panic attack right now, mostly because he didn't care to look out for the signs. What she was doing was despicable, utterly disgusting in his eyes. Cosette was unfit to be here and quite honestly, Dante didn't understand why she wasn't a slave yet. Dante barely gave COSETTE any time to react to his voice before he tried to shove her. "Get back to work."
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px darkorange; font-size: 24px;"]— DANTE♛
#psychosocial.Also, trigger warning in the first paragraph for a brief mention of abuse
Dante never had to deal with anxiety or anything that caused him to obsessively worry about things. The reason he smoked so damn much was for other reasons, and although one of those reasons was to prevent panic attacks, the hybrid hadn't had one in a while. He believed that smoking (and drinking, though he didn't do that as much) help ease his mind on whatever his brain decided to bother with, whether it be from the fights he was forced to participate in, or the violent torture methods the scientists gave him as punishment for not doing what he was told. Anxiety was a lot different than dealing with trauma in his opinion, and he also believed that pushing back said trauma was a lot easier than facing it head-on. Hence, the smoking and drinking, if it became too unbearable. It was easier just to numb yourself to the pain than deal with it.
"Hey." Dante snarled as he came across Cosette, his lips peeled back in disgust as he watched the female try to calm herself down. He had no idea she was dealing with a panic attack right now, mostly because he didn't care to look out for the signs. What she was doing was despicable, utterly disgusting in his eyes. Cosette was unfit to be here and quite honestly, Dante didn't understand why she wasn't a slave yet. Dante barely gave COSETTE any time to react to his voice before he tried to shove her. "Get back to work."
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px darkorange; font-size: 24px;"]— DANTE♛