forum I’m really craving something supernatural huh // OxO // CLOSED!

Started January 06, 2020 by @GoblinKing

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"Yeah." He cleared his throat softly. "I uhm…I'm sure you have questions. About the curse, I mean. I'd…rather not talk about Keats anymore."

“No? Not really. Feel like I should, but I learned a fair bit when I was staring it down. It? I don’t know.” He shook his head. “Oh- there’s a question, yeah. Is that you or a whole new like.. guy?”

"Alright. Uh." He sighed. "It's not me. It's…it has my memories, but also its own. Like…it's not an alternate personality but still me, it's a completely different consciousness." He could only remember flashes of what had happened. He definitely remembered calling Danny "Daddy", though, which was… embarrassing.

“Okay, but it’s not like.. you? Do I refer to the thing as you or like.. ‘it’?” Danny tilted his head, tapping his fork on the plate absentmindedly. “Because I was called some… interesting things last night.”

"It." Alex replied, running a hand through his hair. "It isn't me." He swallowed, and blushed at that. "I uhm… remember one of those."

“Haaa, yeah. Alright, alright, that helps. Anyway- we both know what I’m talking about, I think, so let’s never bring that up again, yeah?”

He laughed. "Yeah, sounds like a good plan." He replied, running a hand through his hair. He was still blushing a little bit.

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Danny laughed a little, looking at Alex’s blush. “It’s not that big a deal, man, it’s alright. I’m not like.. mad or anything.”

"Alright, alright. It's just…a little embarrassing." He replied, shaking his head slightly.

“I guess that’s fair, yea.” Danny shrugged. “But hey, we’ve all said embarrassing shit before. One time, I think I was like.. god, I’d had to be around 17 or somethin’, ‘cause I had a fake ID, but I was tryna get in somewhere. Where doesn’t matter, but I ended up drinking way more than I should’ve.” Danny took a breath, shaking his head. “May have told the bouncer that kicked me out exactly how I wanted him to fuck me in way more detail than was ever necessary.” He could barely end his story without laughing, knowing fully well that that wasn’t the only time.

Alex laughed, shaking his head a little bit. "Yikes, dude." he chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "I'm…going to guess the bouncer did not take you up on that."

Danny laughed, finally sitting down. “You’d be right. Somethin’ about a drunk teenager just isn’t sexy, I guess?” He could barely hold back laughter, a dumb and toothy grin still on his face.

Alex chuckled. "Gee, I wonder why." He replied, shaking his head and laughing. "I remember you at 17, man. You were…a bit of an asshole." He snorted softly, chuckling.

“Oh, definitely. I hadn’t quit smokin’, either, so I constantly was either in nic’ withdrawals or sneakin’ for for a cig.” Danny rolled his eyes, thinking back on high school. “I dunno how I even graduated, honestly.”

"I don't know either." Alex replied with a laugh. "Considering I thought you were a dumbass." he shook his head again, looking over at Danny.

Danny opened his mouth in protest, but quickly shut it. “I.. can’t even argue there. I was a huge dumbass.”

He snickered slightly. "I was right." he stuck his tongue out, then got up and put his plate in the dishwasher, along with his fork.

Danny shrugged, following after Alex with his dishes. He put them away in the dishwasher as well, stretching. “I should.. probably get out of your hair.”

Alex shrugged, closing the dishwasher but not starting it. "If you want to." he replied. "Although…I have one little question first that's kind of awkward, but not that bad…" he trailed off. "I uhm…need you to look at my back and tell me how far up the mark is."

“Yeah, no problem.” Danny barely seemed phased by the question. “Where should it be?”

He shrugged a little. "It…grows every time the curse takes over. It started out as a mark on the small of my back, and it's going to keep growing up onto my shoulders, and then down my chest. The day it hits my heart is the day I die."

“…Jesus. Yeah, I’ll check. I’m not gonna move your shirt though, that’s something you have to do.” Danny shifted, Alex’s words bouncing around in his head.

Alex nodded. He turned his back, pulling the shirt up. The mark looked like a tattoo, all in black, and curled up his back in curving, organic swirls. It would be beautiful if it didn't represent death. It had spread about halfway up his back.

Danny tapped the point on Alex’s back where the curse ended. “It stops about here.. middle of your back-ish.”

Alex nodded, dropping his shirt back down. He sighed softly. "Alright. It's grown, then." he bit his lip, knowing that he had maybe 20 years left. Knowing that his life was already about half over. "Thank you."