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[wicka]

Even if I want to hurt u again

ignore that

[morrer]

I'd be disappointed if you didn't

[wicka]

Really?

[morrer]

Really.

There's no safer place to sate those urges than on someone like me.

[wicka]

[ He hates that it's so tempting. Never mind the fact that he's the one asking for it. ]

Ok

[ ... ]

What's in ur blood anyway

[morrer]

I am in my blood.

What I am, what I represent, what I can gift to those who can accept it.

[wicka]

What...
Death?
Shouldn't it hurt the living then?

[morrer]

A small amount of death is always in you.

But some of you are mine, aligned with me more than my other half and to you it will always feel like a gift. Not a curse.

[wicka]

There's a first time for everything I guess...

[ Dom is cursed, his boyfriend is cursed, his coven mates are cursed. Everywhere a Curse ]

I keep thinking about hurting more people too
Even when I'm not angry

[morrer]

What particular aspect of those thoughts 'appeals' to you?
Do you want power? Domination? Revenge?

[wicka]

I'm not sure
Maybe it's the power
I just
I think I just want to make them bleed
And know it was me
But that's horrible

[morrer]

Do you want to taste their blood, smell it? Feel it run out of them?

[wicka]

[ oh... oh no. He should not be feeling what he's feeling. ]

I think so

[morrer]

That's nature. Of life, of death.
You're more in tune with it on account of what you are.
There's nothing to feel ashamed of.
You can drink from my veins all you wish.

[wicka]

I wish I wasn't

[ In tune with it, or ashamed of it? ]

U won't tell anyone right?

[morrer]

Zephir is my other half, I keep no secrets from him.

But I will keep word of this from all else.

[wicka]

I don't know him
Is he going to be OK with this

[morrer]

He and I are very understanding of one another and our plans. He won't interfere.

I'm sure he'd be supportive as well. But you're aligned with me, so it's my hand that is best to teach you right now.

[wicka]

[ He would—? What are these spirits even. ]

Yea that's fine
It's not like I want other people to see me

[morrer]

So we're settled.

I await your arrival, Domingos. My room has plenty of privacy.

[wicka]

[ In another conversation, Dom shamefully asks Theo for a raincheck. ]

U can just call me Dom
I'll come find u in a bit

[morrer]

[Sullivan doesn't reply - leaving Dom on read while he tends to business in his room, waiting for Dom's inevitable visit. The room is as it always is, bare boned in that there is nothing hanging on the dark green papered walls; no trinkets on any surface aside from the bones that sit on display across from the window. Bones donated and traded for, coveted for what they are more than what they resemble.

The window curtains are drawn and a dim, warm light resonates from the desk lamp as Sullivan smokes in the arm chair next to it. It's like he can sense the approach - voice somehow carrying through the door before it can even be knocked on:]

Come in.

[wicka]

[ He's got emotions he can't name running wild, in his chest and in his head, messing with his focus when he tries to use magic to find Death himself. Eventually he resorts more to his instinct than a spell, and when he ends up in front of a door hearing that familiar voice call him through it, Dom holds his breath.

Carefully, he pushes the door open and looks inside — first to see where Sully is, what he's doing, how he's dressed. His tattoos are as strange as last time, and the circumstances are so different they seem to take him out of reality for a little bit. ]

… Hi.

[ With the door shut behind him, Dom stands in place and… doesn't move forward. It feels wrong to be here. It feels worse to think about going back in this state. (It smells like a cat's been here, even with the smoke.) ]

[morrer]

[He stays where he is, lounging in his chair with his legs crossed; cigarette held between two fingers after a particularly long drag. The smoke plume drifts upward, and Sullivan's eyes are on Dom with a mixture of intrigue and his own sense of predatory hunt. Just like he'll eventually turn Iggy into something with a backbone, he's now feeling duty-bound to ensure Dom accepts his darker half.]

How far have you gone? In hurting others, deliberately or otherwise?

[wicka]

[ Dom looks like he's ready to move; he looks like he can't bring himself to leave this spot. Gaze averted, picking up details from this room, looking back at Sully and trying to reconcile everything that's brought him here, the reluctant press of his lips eventually breaks, tense when he makes his confession. ]

U-uhm, just… I… I've punched people before. Scratched them. I bit my friend. He bled pretty bad. While I was a person. I didn't infect him with... you know.

[ Stiff, sounding less and less steady with each terrible word, arms crossed tight. ]

My moms help me calm down back home. It's — I don't know, it's really hard without them. This place fucks with my head a lot.