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 Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2015 6:34 pm
Chance lifted his hands and placed them on either side of Otto's face, thumbs sweeping over his damp cheeks to wipe away some of the wetness that had accumulated.
"Even if I can't help, it might be good to just have someone to talk about it with," he said quietly. "Or just someone who knows what you're going through and can do what they can to support, even if it isn't much."
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2015 6:44 pm
Otto whimpered as he held back the horrible futility inside him. He'd never truly told anyone just how terrified he was of his fate. Facts and details, yes. But not how it made him truly feel. And now that Sasha had turned around and admitted she wanted him for his key... it made him realize how horrible and powerful it might be. He couldn't hide it from Chance. The key and the hourglass were right there in his skin. Plain as day. "I.." His voice cracked, "I.. don't even know what to say about it.."
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2015 6:49 pm
Chance kept his hold on Otto's face, gentle but not constraining; he could have pulled away at anytime if he felt too restrained by Chance's fingers. He kept up the gentle motions, softly sweeping away some of the tears and letting them collect on his thumbs.
He leaned forward and pressed a reassuring kiss to Otto's forehead before leaning back.
"Start by what saying where you think the dreams are coming from," said Chance softly. "And we'll go from there, if that's okay?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 5:17 am
"From..." His gaze fell, uncertainty plaguing him. Don't involve Chance. No one else he spoke to could help. He only ever got himself in trouble by talking about it. "Um... worried.." He began vaguely, but he voice caught, and he felt anything he tried to say would reveal too much. He couldn't mention they key, nor Charon. Could he? No. He never should have come. he should have stayed in bed and kept his fears and insecurities hidden from the world, and maybe he could have been viewed as a strong and stable young man. Hah. What a joke. He'd never be such a thing. He was weak, emotional and a total wreck. He could never be ******** it. If he was truly in danger, truly going to die, he'd rather expedite it with his own ******** stupidity than wallow in the uncertainty and secrecy. Otto breathed in to calm himself down, slowly in, then out. He pushed up his sleeve to show one arm, which held the thick black hourglass tattoo. Then he opened his right palm, to show a faint mark of a key. "This stuff ain't tatts." He murmured, his voice finally steadying out, "The black one I got from Charon. Death.. at least I think it was him. I don't know what it means..." "And this.. I woke up with it." He said of the key, keeping that one a little more vague. "Because I don't know what they are, or what they mean.. I worry that it's signs that my fate is sealed in something bad. So.. the dreams are just my imagination going haywire and thinkin' up the worst outcome."
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 9:35 am
He waited in silence, letting Otto sort through his feelings and thoughts, Chance's hands moving gently from his face, down to rest lightly around his waist again. There was no forcing things out of him; it had to come slowly and carefully, and from Otto himself.
Chance's eyes moved down to his arm. He'd seen the hourglass tattoo before, but he'd never thought to comment on it, the same way that Otto hadn't really commented on Chance's multiple tattoos. Chance had thought it was just simply another one.
The key marking, on the other hand, was something he hadn't noticed. Eyebrows drawing together, he bent over and carefully took Otto's hand to look at it more closely.
"You got a tattoo from...from Death?" Chance asked, gaze flickering up to Otto's face briefly. "He just...came and gave it to you, or was there some reason that you were marked?"
The key was inexplicable. He knew it wasn't just Otto overreacting irrationally, because the fear and pain in his eyes was entirely too consuming to be anything but completely real.
Chance's fingers ran briefly, lightly, over the hourglass.
"But...but why you?" he asked, trying to make sense of this. "I mean, I understand that you don't know what it means, I promise I'm not trying to make light of it, and I know you're, well, you, and you're amazing, but is there something that you know that would make you a potential threat..?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 1:12 pm
"Well... it kind of appeared after I met him in a dungeon of some sort... I don't think I was the only one though. I had a few other hunters with me." He couldn't remember who.. at least four others. "I have no idea, Chance. I think he mentioned that it could be turned in for a favour? But.. " But who wanted a favour from Death?
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 1:15 pm
Besides the very stunning idea of someone actually having met Death (though Chance knew better than to be doubtful of it; a combination of trusting Otto and having seen all of the bizarre things happening on the island), the idea that Death had personally come to a hunter was mind boggling.
Chance stared, trying to make sense of it all. "A favor for...you, or for him?" he asked slowly. "Like...I assume that he wouldn't just...give a favor for free, would he?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 1:35 pm
"I don't know." Otto groaned, a little impatient and irritated. "I don't know anythin' and that's what scares me more!"
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 1:45 pm
Chance reached out and lightly tapped Otto's forehead with his fingers.
"Hey," he said mildly. "I'm new to this, remember? I'm just trying to put the pieces together, that's all."
His expression softened. "But I also know that it's probably ******** terrifying."
Otto had been right; there wasn't anything that Chance could do, other than sit here and offer him comfort and safety within his room and his arms. He hadn't been there when Otto had gotten the marks, couldn't say for certain what they would do to him.
Chance took a small breath.
"If something does happen with them, one or both," he said carefully. "What would you want to do?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 1:55 pm
"I'd wanna.... Not die? Not get hurt or hurt someone else? Like.. what if it's somethin' really big? Bigger than I can handle?" He sighed, pressing his forehead into Chance's shoulder. "When I got that key mark.. I was hopin' it was something that meant... like I was protectin' something? Maybe keeping it from the wrong hands. But maybe I'm just a pawn."
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 2:16 pm
It wasn't completely out of the question; Chance gave a little sigh, smoothing a hand up Otto's back and resting it in his hair.
"If it's something bigger than you can handle, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it," he said quietly. "I can't make any promises, because neither one of us knows what's going to happen with it. As for the key..."
He wanted to know a pawn for what, but that answer was not easily found. Chance took a breath.
"Maybe you still are protecting something," he said. "I'm not trying to sugarcoat, I don't do that. It could be something terrible, but it might also be something good." Chance made a frustrated sound in the back of his throat.
"Not knowing is the worst part."
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 3:06 pm
"Like I was sayin'.. cause I can do is guess? I work my mind into a friggn frenzy. I think that's why the nightmares are so bad." He relaxed in Chance's arms, letting the terror run it's course, free of his body and mind. "I used to get night terrors somethin' awful as a kid. You'd figure it'd be something you could get used to." But right now, he felt safe and warm. "M'sorry if I freaked you out."
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 3:18 pm
He continued the gentle card of his fingers through Otto's hair. "Just because you had them before doesn't mean that you automatically grow accustomed to them," said Chance gently. "It's not something so easily pushed aside, after all."
He tucked his head against Otto's.
"You didn't freak me out. I'm just worried about you, is all."
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 3:30 pm
"But I don't wanna worry you." He murmured, "I just wanna be..." Normal? What was with his obsession with such an impossible trait? He sighed, letting his shoulders sag. Chance's comforting hold on him, and his soothing fingers working through his hair made it hard to stay riled up. "I don't wanna be a whiny weakling."
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 3:41 pm
Chance let out a hum into Otto's hair.
"Being concerned over something like your safety isn't being whiny or weak," he said gently. "Whining would be like talking repeatedly about how much you just hate everyone, well, that's kind of whining, except only a little."
It was clear he was trying to cheer him up, Chance pressing a light hand to Otto's cheek.
"I'm okay with worrying about you, even if you don't want me to," he said gently. "This way you at least have someone to talk to about it, even if that's all I can do is listen. Carrying everything on your own's gotta be really tough."
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