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Started August 17, 2019 by Deleted user

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(Oh makes sense lol)

Zack reentered the apartment and disappeared into his room again, shaking out his wings and grabbing a big mottled knife from the inside of his flannel, sitting on his bed and twisting it slowly between his fingers, looking down at it. Too many times has he used it to cut into himself for pointless or painful Contracts. Occasionally they would be worth his time like ones of transportation or protection. Those he liked a lot. It made him feel important.

Bryn tossed the blanket back onto the couch and crossed over to Zack's room, knocking on the door with unusual politeness. This whole contract business had him feeling off-balanced. Too off-balanced to be a dick. "I'm back. Are you ready?"

“Yeah, come on in.” He sat up slowly, releasing his wings and the giant fellows shivering. They curled up a little and Zack stroked a particularly thin part of the shower of feathers.

If Bryn was surprised, he hid it well. He tossed the door open, gave Zack a considering look, and left. A few seconds later he popped back in with the blanket, tossing it at Zack before he plopped down next to him on the bed. "Are you always this cold?"

Zack shook off the blanket and let it lay on the bed. He offered a wing to Bryn.
“Take one. Don’t ask why. We’ll take this off of the bed once you do.” He traced lines along the flannel that was still hiding his arm.

Bryn stared at the wing skeptically and reached forward. The feathers were soft and downy beneath his fingers, surprisingly well kept. He quickly found a loose feather to pluck out. "Got it. Where do you want to do the rest?"

Zack’s wings shivered indignantly. “The bathroom would be the best place. There we can clean up the blood easier if I get sloppy.” He moved past the Human, the knife shining ominously in his hand.

Bryn flinched as the knife caught his eye, realizing that the feather in his hand looked dangerously close to a quill. Which meant they'd be using Zack as the ink. "Isn't there some other way to do this? I could always sign in pen, you don't have to fucking mutilate yourself."

“Oh my god. You need to get this ‘signing’ thing out of your head. I’m not gonna poof some paper out of the sky for you. That’s not how this works.” He shut the door and turned to the Human. “The only proof of our Contract will be this.” He tugged down his sleeves to show many patches of skin, mutilated by the knife. Some looked fresher than others, but it was honestly hard to tell by how many there were all along his arms.

"Listen up chucklehead, if you say the word 'contract' I assume signing's going to be involved. Here on earth we do this shit with pen and pa- Sweet Jesus!" Bryn flinched at the cuts, slowly reaching forward to trace a finger over them before he could really process what he was seeing. "I… this? This is a contract!?"

“Yes! This is a Contract. You Humans soften it up to more than it has to be. Anyway you’ll dip my feather completely into my blood once I draw a wound and you’ll be branded with my mark so they know you agreed to this.” He rose the knife and prepared to stab down, finding a nice spot.

Bryn stiffened and clamped his hand down over the spot. "Do you really have to stab yourself? Just do a shallow cut, I'll still get blood." It was considerably closer to begging than he would've liked.

Zack snatched his arm out from under Bryn’s hand. “Just be glad it isn’t you. I’ve been doing this for forever, don’t worry.” He turned away from him and zoned in on the place again.

Bryn could've laughed. Don't worry; how on earth was he supposed to accomplish that when Zack was about to fucking stab himself!? "Fine." He braced himself, white knuckling the feather in an attempt to stay calm. "Just do it."

(Minor gore warning.)

Zack turned back to the Human once he was sure he wouldn’t do something stupid, and pulled the knife up into the air and stabbed it almost through his arm. Zack didn’t show any sign of pain as he pulled the knife swiftly out of his skin and set it down, cupping his hand under the bleeding wound.
“Dip the feather in.”

Bryn swallowed heavily and dipped the feather shallowly into the blood. His stomach turned sharply at it and he was pretty sure he was paper white, but he didn't protest. If he did, this would all be for nothing, and that would be even worse than whatever deal they were about to make. "Now what?"

(Sorry)

“Now you have to put it on your shoulder.” Zack grabbed some toilet paper and collected his blood casually. “It’ll brand you with my mark. Before you ask it’s a pair of wings and it’s basically like a tattoo except it doesn’t disappear until I die.”

Bryn frowned at that, he wasn't exactly eager to brand himself for this deal, but eventually pulled up his shirt and touched the feather to the lowest part of his shoulder blade. "There's a first aid kit behind the mirror, patch yourself up."

“Don’t worry about me, just focus on what you’re doing,” Zack growled gruffly, keeping his head down as he tossed away the paper towel. His arm was clean and the wound was stabbed over already.

Bryn glared over at him but did as he was told. The feather shook slightly in his hands. "There, I'm done. What do I do with this?" He waved the feather in front of Zack's face.

“You can do whatever you want with it. Some Humans throw it away, weird ones keep it.” He slapped the hand waving his blood-soaked feather out of his face. “Just don’t do that. It’s annoying.”

Bryn frowned at him and grabbed some toilet paper, wrapping the feather until it was a clean white bundle and tossing it into the trashcan. Then he shoved Zack away from the sink and washed his hands. "So we have a contract now?"

Zack flicked water at the Human with a low hissing noise, stalking out of the bathroom with a limp.
“Yes, we do.” Unfortunately….