While making your way through Destiny City, you wind up taking a path you’ve never taken before. Maybe you’re following directions, maybe you got lost, maybe you were just looking for a shortcut—things were going good, until you wind up needing to pass through a graveyard. It seems normal enough—until you pass by a grave and get powerful chill down your spine. When you stop and look at it, you see the gravestone has your name; beneath it, your birthday and today’s date. If you leave and return, the gravestone remains, but the name and dates look like they’ve been clawed off.
"Are you certain this is the right way?" Damian asked, glancing over at Devlyn. This "shortcut" back to the apartment complex had been her idea, and the longer they walked, the more he wondered -- especially when they ended up standing outside a graveyard. He frowned, eyeing the gates, on their end and across the way. He recognized the streets on the other side, which meant they were close to home, and it would take much longer to go around.
"Ugh," he exhaled, "I hate cemeteries."
[Mistress Morbid]
Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2017 4:46 pm
"Yes. Now will you calm the hell down?" Devlyn said as she bounced along. "If you don't like it. Take it up with Jude, he told me about this." Either that... or she'd totally gotten them lost. Oops. "Calm down Day... What's crawled up your a** and died today?" She stopped, turning to face him. It wasn't like him to be so on edge like this, even with everything strange going on in the city.
"Oh my god. You'll live." She groaned. "It's a graveyard hun. What's it going to do to you?" She reached out and took his hand, threading their fingers together and rubbing her thumb against him. "We're almost there."
Damian grumbled irritably. Devlyn wasn't wrong, but as far as he was concerned she wasn't right either. There was probably no danger, but he was a little too haunted by graveyards on Saturn to trust the ones on Earth. And he absolutely would be taking the issue up with Judas, because this was absurd.
"You don't know what might be lurking," he grumbled bitterly. "This is Destiny City. There might be zombies." Or zombie-looking youma. Ugh. Still, as she led him, he went, eyes darting warily around the graveyard like he genuinely expected something to jump out and attack him.
[Mistress Morbid]
Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2017 9:00 am
"Pft... If they're's zombies, they won't know what's hit them. I've seen enough 'Walking Dead'. I've got this." Devlyn flashed him a toothy grin. "Besides. You've got my back, I've got yours." She squeezed his hand tight, thumb still moving over his. "I don't know what's got you so spooked of a cemetery but just relax. You're getting out of here in one piece and above the ground. No coffin required." She joked.
"I promise."
Noir Songbird
One piece maybe... but b***h is still gonna cry. 8D
Damian laughed. "Oh, Dev, I would pay to watch you attempt to fight a zombie." He said, amused. It was a good distraction from his discomfort, but her wondering brought it right back. "I just....I've had too much experience with them. Spent too much time around the dead."
To say the least.
He felt a chill crawl up his spine, and turned, fingers pulling away from Devlyn's as his attention was drawn to one particular grave.
Damian Howe June 13, 1995 - Oct 25, 2017
"What the hell," he said, quietly, feeling something cold crawl up his back. "What the hell."
[Mistress Morbid]
he'll be physically fine!! and that's rlly all that matters.
Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2017 8:16 pm
"Babydoll, have you SEEN yourself in the morning? I've won that fight several times over." She chuckled, though the laughing quieted as she listened. What in the world had he been doing before he'd come to live with them. Devlyn blinked curiously, confused as to why he dropped her hand when she found him staring at a tombstone. "What?" She asked curiously, moving back towards him to see the stone in question.
It was just an old marker. Weather worn and faded. Devlyn could hardly make out a name. "What's... the matter?" She asked slowly, her gaze bouncing between him and the stone. "It's just an old marker Day. What do you mean 'what the ******** class="quote">
Damian was silent. He barely noticed Devlyn speaking to him, because his brain was circling around trying to determine what it meant. Was it some sort of magical warning, like the terrible future dreams that had sent him down his path in the Negaverse? Was it some kind of....trick? A game? Was this some sort of Final Destination premonition garbage?
He'd done so much, given up so much, fought so hard to get better and stronger and -- no. No, no, no. This was absurd. There was nothing special about today, there was no way that this was some kind of...of omen.
He dimly registered what Devlyn was saying -- that to her it was just an old grave marker.
"You don't see -- I --" How was he supposed to explain that? To him it was plain as day, unchanging, a premade headstone predicting his death.
"Nevermind." He jerked his eyes away and grabbed her arm. "We're leaving. I told you, I hate cemeteries."
[Mistress Morbid]
Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2017 11:55 am
When Damian didn't respond right away, Devlyn grew nervous. "Hey, babydoll." She tried again, gently reaching for his hand. "Look at me Day." Then suddenly he was with her again and talking. Devlyn shook her head slowly, when he spoke of the marker. "It's an old tombstone hon.. What's got you so - Hey!" She yelped as he grabbed her arm and lead them away at a break neck pace. "Day. Day!" The girl yelled trying to get his attention. "Damian! You're going to leave a bruise if you squeeze my arm any tighter! What's wrong with you?!" Hating cemeteries was one thing, but this was ridiculous. "Talk to me."
Damian stopped and grit his teeth, letting go of the grip on her arm. Right, right. Not exactly helping himself look less crazy, that.
"I don't know what you saw," he said, flatly, "but when I looked at that grave, I saw my name. And today's date as the date of death. So you'll pardon me for being a little shaken up." He wasn't usually one for hallucinations, but...
A hand went to his throat, briefly, as if he would somehow be able to detect pressure there form outside an illusion. Like if he realized it was going on, he would be able to break free. He'd thought....he'd thought he was past worrying that he'd snap back to reality in that cell, but now....now he was wondering if the date on the stone was somehow a sign of a different kind of ending.
Not of his death, but of this delusion of freedom.
"We need to go. Please."
[Mistress Morbid]
Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2017 6:19 pm
"Hey. Don't get snippy with me just because I don't understand what's going on." She shot back, just as flatly.
"Look... That grave? It's not your's okay? I promise you, you're not going in one any time soon. You're not dying. Not today." Her hands followed his, as she gently rubbed at his throat and collar. "I never said you couldn't be shaken up. I would be too if I saw something like that. I just didn't know what was going on." Her hands then moved to cup his checks and get his attention back on her. "I want you to focus on me, okay? I... I don't know how you saw what you did but.. It's not real okay?" She felt bad wording it like that, and she really hoped that Damian didn't misunderstand what she meant but she didn't know how else to go about it. "I am real though. You know that." She pulled him down gently, just enough so their foreheads could touch. "Just focus on me alright? I'll get you home."
"I'm sorry." Damian said, faintly. He seemed to be doing a lot of that. Getting snippy with people who were just trying to help. First Whisler, now Devlyn, and he couldn't blame this on whatever strange sickness he'd been infected with.
No, here he was just an a*****e.
"I'm...sorry." He wrapped his arms around himself, swallowing guiltily. "I shouldn't have snapped at you." Now that he had someone's hands on his neck, his face, grounding him in the present moment, it was a little easier to not worry that this was all going to come to an end -- but the thought was still there, lurking, tugging at the back of his mind.
He felt a little sick.
"Okay," he said, eyes closing as she drew his forehead down to hers. "Let's go. I'll...trust you to get us home."
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