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Chapter Thirteen: Dancing curtains.
When Damien flips my phone on first thing in the morning, he wakes up to discover that there are exactly fifteen text messages and twenty-three missed calls by a certain limey waiting impatiently to be responded to. I feel my eyes twitch in annoyance, but all Damien does is sigh and gets changed.
I don't talk to him much; I don't feel like it. I simply stare at each cereal bit slide into my mouth and listen to my slow chews carefully munching on each bit. Normally it's an agonising task that makes me want to pinch my nose in frustration from the slow chewing, but right now, I feel like I have all the patience of the world.
We leave before the winter sun is barely rising into the freezing sky and head for the worried blond responsible for all the texts and phone calls sitting un-touched in my cell phone. Damien ignores the fact that probably no one in town is awake except for him and eighty year-olds.
"Pip!" My fist clashes against the rotten-like wood of the front door. "I don't care if you're sleeping. You wanted to talk all night, desperately to be clear, and now you are getting what you want. Now open this door before I burn it down!"
The fragile looking thing creaks open slowly, revealing a sleepwalking blond hovering behind the front door, his hand unconsciously gripping onto the door handle as he snores quietly in his spot. He stands barefooted in a white nightgown, like the one those kids were wearing in the Disney movie of Peter Pan. Some strands of long golden hair stands up in unnatural places as if there are invisible magnets holding them up. But Damien hardly takes any interest of his friend's looks and simply stumps through the front door, letting the half-asleep boy slide the door shut.
"Would you like some tea with that gov'na?" Pip mumbles in his sleep, but somehow accurately facing me.
"No thanks Pip. Just wash your face and come back with a clear mind." My voice mutters back with irritation. The blond does exactly what he's told and ponders down the hall towards the bathroom.
He comes back a few minutes later; golden hair tamed, droopy eyes bright and wide, fully clothed in his century-old suit and French hat, and wearing his squeaky-clean shoes all polished up, not really matching the rotting creaky floorboards of his house.
"Good morning Damien! Nice day," He exaggerates, pointing his thumb at the still dark, frozen window.
"It would have been better if I didn't wake up to find Stan's phone filled with your paranoid messages." Damien mutters.
"And if you didn't come to wake me up at six in the morning, yes, quite." Pip hums, invisible sarcasm hidden behind his words. "So, what have you come for?" He asks merrily, skipping to the kitchen to grab a cup of tea.
Damien follows him, twitching my eye in irritation towards the blonde's carefree attitude.
"I came about the mountain of texts and phone calls you gave me." He answers, leaning over Pip as he reaches to grab a cup out of the cupboard, and then whispers into his ear, "About Kyle."
A cup slips out of Pip's fingers and is sent crushing to the ground to shutter into a million little pieces, until Damien catches it swiftly with ease. Pip, healthy pink face dipped in icy blue, clutters his neck to face the antichrist standing behind him, a smile of horror twitches his lips.
"Um-" He giggles uncomfotably. "Oops?"
A long and agonising groan blasts through my mouth as Damien falls back into the kitchen chair placed conveniently behind me, palm slapping my face in aggravation.
"Pip. Yesterday Kyle came here and found my body frozen in the basement, while you-" He flips my hand around lazily, somehow indicating the petrified Brit. "Were making yourselves a nice cup of earl-grey tea."
"It was Darjeeling-"
"Beside the point. Pip." Damien spits.
"I know…" Pip sinks, slumping his shoulders as he pours a cup of tea and waits for the milk to boil. "I'm sorry. I awfully am." He says sincerely, placing a cup of warm milk in front of Damien and sliding himself into the chair across me. He shrugs with a troubled smile."I guess I'm just clumsy and hopeless…"
"Pip I didn't say that." Damien suddenly glares, making the blond jolt in surprise. "You are not hopeless and I'm not mad with you."
"You're not?" Pip's eyes widen in confusion, but glittering with relief. Damien nods.
"I am frustrated and should I say, disappointed but- I guess it would be a lie if I said that it wasn't expected from you. And besides…" A smile prickles my lips. "The outcome wasn't so disastrous."
"It wasn't?" Pip nearly bursts out. Damien smiles at him and tilts further into the chair, lifting the two front legs as he stares into the stained ceiling. He keeps my expression blank as he dazes into the atmosphere reliving yesterday's events.
"I haven't felt so happy in a long time…" He mutters with a whisper, closing my eyes tiredly.
"What happened?" I hear a voice whisper through the dense atmosphere, but Damien doesn't' respond. "Damien?" Something clutters and I guess that Pip went onto his feet, hopping up close to me. "Damien, have you fallen asleep?"
"Damien?" I ask the darkness, but nothing replies. I guess Pip's right. He did fall asleep.
x
A couple of hours past with me simply listening to Damien's calm and deep breathing. He doesn't stir, he doesn't mumble, he is almost frozen except for the quiet steady breaths. He proves wrong what I have learnt about sleep in psychology; well, what I remember of it anyway. But can you really apply that knowledge to the antichrist?
In the distance I begin to hear cluttering, and the small noises flutters my eyes open, waking Damien up.
"Good morning Damien! And the second time today! What a jolly good day it is to be able to say that twice in less than a few hours apart, hmm?" A bright voice exaggerates.
"Was I asleep for that long?" Damien mumbles, ignoring Pip's slight sarcasm.
"Oh, come off it Damien. A couple of hours aren't going to destroy the way the world turns you know." Pip says reassuringly, placing the re-heated cup of milk on the table. Damien shuffles my hair and looks down onto the table, seeing maps, books and notes covering the whole wooden surface. He raises my eyebrow, impressed with what he sees. "I guessed your true motive to come here so early was to discuss about breaking the seal." Pip states matter-of-factly as he drops himself in the other kitchen chair, sipping his knew cup of tea.
"Oh Pip. You know me too much." Damien mutters as he takes a stack of notes and flips through them.
"Well honey, I do try." Pip coos with a bat of his eyelashes that sends them both into calm cackles.
"Gay…" I mutter quietly in the darkness.
"Hey." Damien says bitterly. "Unlike you, I'm not in love with my best friend."
"I know! You're in love with-" My voice grips down the name and I calm down heavily. "Never mind." I almost wish he were in love with his best friend. That would be one thing less to be worried about. Wait. Why the fuck am I worried?
"So. Do you have any idea on how to break the seal?" Pip interjects my thoughts, making Damien shift his eyes off the pile of notes and onto the blond. A confident smirk spreads across my lips.
"Pip, this is a powerful, yet one of the most simplest seals I've ever seen. Breaking it would be just as simple." My voice clicks out confident whispers. "I don't only have an idea. I know exactly how to do it."
"Really!" Pip cheers excitedly, but his smile instantly drops. "Really?"
Damien snickers at his doubtful expression. "Oh Pip. Do you not trust me?"
"Oh, I trust you with all my heart. I just didn't think the Devil's seal would be so easy to brake. How do you do it? But more importantly!" The blond cuts in loudly as if suddenly remembering something. "What were you so happy about?"
Damien blinks once. "My happiness is more important than breaking the seal to you?"
"You know your happiness is the most important to me." Pip snorts at his own words, failing his fake flirtation.
"Oh, I hate you so much in the mornings Pip…" Damien mutters in annoyance, but with a small smile twitching my lips warmly. "Kyle called my name." He says quietly.
"Kyle? After he found out, you mean? Well why wouldn't he?" He blinks in confusion until his eyes begin to widen slowly in realisation. "Hang on… Why would you be so happy about him calling your name? Unless-"
"Pip." Damien warns lowly.
"Do you actually fancy Kyle Broflovski?" Pip leans straight up to my face and whispers loudly, breathing into my face excitedly, yet with his eyes full of concern.
"Pip-" Damien sighs and closes my eyes in frustration.
"Damien listen," But Pip ignores Damien's words, simply striving for his point. "Damien you're confused. Stan's feelings are somehow, connected or influencing you, making you share the same feelings. They aren't really your feelings, you're just mixing your own feelings with Stan's-"
"Pip!" Damien finally calls, bursting my hands open like fireworks, reflecting my voice. Pip instantly shuts up, and Damien returns to his calm and quiet state. "It doesn't matter how I feel, all right? It sincerely doesn't."
"But-" Pip mutters quietly, tensing his shoulders guiltily.
"Look." My voice says gently. "I'm going to break the seal. Soon I will return to my own body and Stan will be free. Whatever 'connections' or 'influences' we have will be broken and I will become myself again. You see? That is why it doesn't matter."
The room falls into a frozen silence. I feel the tension fall out of Pip's shoulders as he eyes right through me and at Damien with sympathetic eyes. Damien doesn't look up to meet them.
"Should we talk about the seal now or are you still interested in discussing about my 'confused' feelings?" Damien says with a smirk, looking up to finally meet Pip's gaze, which relaxes in relief. But did he notice the lack of amusement in Damien's smirk?
"Yeah, sure. I mean. Yes please!" He ends in a more enthusiastic tone, making Damien chuckle a bit, breaking the ice in the air.
"So." Damien begins, getting straight into the main deal. "There are mainly two elements that make up this seal. First and most obviously," Damien traces the red pentacle with my finger, "-the iron railroad shaped into a pentacle. This would be simple to fix, we just need to create a disconnection somewhere. Simple- not necessarily easy. And then secondly, the goats buried in the cemeteries." My fingers taps each cemetery. "The sacrificed blood and bone of the 'clean' animal buried purifies the soil, completing the Devil's seal. It's a holy seal that purifies the land so that I can't set foot on it."
I stir in confusion and Pip's eyebrows twitches as well.
"Doesn't that mean that you won't be able to set foot on this land at all? What about the hour or so you were able to stay here for?"
Damien shuffles around some notes and hums.
"I think my father cast some sort of spell on the seal concerning time. I don't think it would be much of a concern. It should break along with the seal if we succeed."
Pip nods in understanding. "Well, that makes sense. And it sounds simple enough."
"It does?" I ask, taken aback.
"But why does it only work for you?" Pip quickly throws in another question.
"It doesn't" Damien shrugs. "It works for all demons and devils. It's just that I'm the only one who would want to be in a piss-ass town like South Park for a long time."
"So about the goats-" Pip returns to the topic, barely nodding at Damien's answer. "Do you just dig them up, or is it more complicated than that?"
"We don't necessarily dig them up, but it is very simple." Damien says, digging my hand into my pocket and making something clatter. "All we need is this." The devil pulls my hand out and tilts my wrist to emphasise the object he pulled out. It is nothing but an empty glass tube.
"An empty flask?" Pip asks. I can relate to his utterly confused tone.
A confident smirk appears on my mouth as Damien eyes the confused blond.
"Come with me."
Pip does as he's told with curiosity, following Damien down the stairs towards the basement. I can basically feel the coldness through the monotone room and the way our voices seem to bounce off the frozen cement walls, covered with a sheet of notes with random symbols and foreign writing. As always, there is the bookshelf on one side of the room, and there's Damien's body lying on the other side, frozen in time.
Damien floats straight across the room and reaches his body, kneeling beside it. Pip follows, still confused, until his eyes widen in horror when Damien slides a knife out of my pocket. Goddamn it. What the hell does he keep in there?
"Damien. Do you-"
But before Pip can finish, Damien grabs the limp wrist of his own body and pulls up his black sleeve. The knife twirls in my hand at an aiming position and slams down, digging the blade deep into the wrist and gashing through the meat.
"Damien! The FUCK!" I shriek in the darkness, watching him saw through his own flesh. Despite the fact that I don't feel much doesn't change the fact that the gross sight of his ripped meat wants to make me puke out my insides.
But behind me, I barely hear Pip's shudder of breath and then the sound of him trying to calm himself down from the-apparently- usual sight.
"I hate it when you do that." Pip mumbles uncomfortably, watching Damien plant the empty flask under the wound, twisting the wrist around so that the blood flows into the glass tube. "Why can't you make it more gentle? Just because you can heal and don't feel as much pain doesn't mean you have to make everything so grotesque!" He half shrieks, half moans as the blood fills four more flasks Damien had sneakily snuck into my pockets. Jesus Christ.
"Got it." Damien hums as he rocks back up onto my feet, observing his fresh-looking blood in the dim basement bulb. It looks like normal human blood. Maybe a bit more liquid-y, like vintage wine. "Behold! My blood." He acts with a smirk and a glamorous spin on my shoes. I can imagine the effect if he was in my own body, but I guess it doesn't really work out with my looks.
"So your blood is going to-" Pip rolls his hands for an answer from Damien, who just stares back amusingly. "Bloody hell Damien, what is it for!"
Damien drums my fingers on the glass fondly, clicking my nails to make the blood stir inside.
"After digging the goat's grave, I'll pour this on the remains of the animal. The 'clean' beast will be 'unclean' and its purified land will be blemished with the stain of my blood." The drumming of my fingers stop and Damien looks up, eyes wide and bright for the antichrist. "Simply speaking the holy seal will be polluted and lose its power."
"Broken." Pip simplifies Damien's words, making the devil shrug smugly. "Well. Sounds simple enough." The blond shrugs as well. "So. When are we going?"
"We?" Damien asks with a frown, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes we. You're not going to go alone are you? It sounds simple enough, but it will still take a while if you need to pass through five towns of Park County and do all that stuff. You don't want Stan missing any of his school do you?" Pip nods up and down, indicating my body. That's nice. He cares for me.
"Well, that and you have nothing better to do during the holidays because I'm your only friend?" Damien smirks.
"Now that's only half true!" Pip whines. "I'm sure I'm friends with Stan now too."
Damien quirks my eyebrows. "Would you say that's true Stan?"
I shrug. "Sure."
"He says you are friends." Damien smiles.
"See?" Pip cheers in delight. "I have another friend! The only problem is, is that you two are sharing the same body."
"It doesn't change the circumstance!" My voice cackles.
"Exactly!" Pip laughs as well. "So bugger off and let me help you."
I can tell that there was no point to their conversation but who cares. Their friendly laughter fills up the frozen room, creating some life in the dull place. Even with the bloody body lying lifelessly on the ground. Am I the only one who feels awkward with that?
We return back to the kitchen and fall into our seats, staring at the map spread in front of us.
"So, how would we split them?" Pip asks, nodding at the five pet cemeteries indicated on the map.
"I guess we will take three and you take two." Damien answers, tapping a pen on the table to the rhythm of his thoughts. Pip twitches his nose in confusion for a second, at 'we' but then realises the meaning quick enough. I can't say that I hate how Damien includes me when he describes himself.
"It's times like these when you are glad I got a car, right?" Pip snickers, eyeing with a teasing glint in his eye.
"Pip, I never stopped you from getting one." I hear my voice sigh.
"Yeah, right. You only told me that I'd probably blow up the thing just by turning the key the wrong way when I got one, sending myself straight back to Hell."
"I was merely stating a possibility, Pip" Damien smirks.
Ha. I remember that, when a rumour went around that Pip got a car. It's not a big deal if you think about it now, but it was back then. I remember Cartman saying 'What? He can't drive! He will probably kill more people than Stan's grandpa by driving on the wrong side of the road!' Yeah, and then Kyle said, 'You idiot Cartman! Just because he's English doesn't mean he'll drive on the left side of the road!'
I hear snickering in the distance, other than mine. "Kyle said that?" Damien asks.
"Yeah. Cartman started ripping on Pip and Kyle started defending him. They didn't talk for a couple of days after that."
I'm not going to repeat what they said to each other exactly. But at the time, Cartman's words made me grit my teeth, trying to hide the uncomfortable feeling boiling in my stomach. …Okay, so Cartman said something about Kyle wanting Pip's dick up his ass and it made my insides twist uncomfortably. I was still in my denial stage with my feelings towards Kyle back then.
"Does Stan have a car?" I hear Pip's voice in the distance and I bring myself out of thoughts of the fifteen year-old oblivious redhead from two years ago and focus on their conversation.
"Yes he has a car." Damien answers and Pip nods. "But I would like to swop with yours"
"What?"
"What?" We both burst at the same time.
"Is his that bad?" Pip shrinks into his chair and asks doubtfully.
"No." My voice scoffs. "It's not sixty years-old." My jaw mentally drops at his words.
"What!" I shriek. "You're lending my Jeep for an ancient piece of junk?"
"He prefers the word 'vintage', Stan" The antichrist shrugs, and then returns to Pip's conversation.
"I think your sedan delivery would be more convenient to carry my body."
"Your body?"
Damien nods. "I am going to bring my body with us so that I can return to it as soon as the seal is broken."
"Oh. –wow." Pip raises his eyebrows. "You really want to give Stan his body back don't you?"
Damien scoffs. "Please, Pip. I'm not doing it for him."
"Oh thanks…" I mutter. He smirks.
"I'm doing it for myself." My voice murmurs quietly, more to himself.
I feel Pip's curious eyes goggle into me and I feel a little interested too, but Damien doesn't seem to be about to evaluate his answer. After a few seconds of silence the blond teen leans back in resignation, sighing lightly.
"But can you bring your body?" Pip returns back to the main conversation. "I mean, is the spell you put on it going to hold?"
"As long as I don't dump my body in the water or do anything to rub the blood off my chest, it will be fine." He answers. I vaguely remember the magical symbol painted onto Damien's chest with his blood. That must be it.
Somehow, under some kind of silent order, all our eyes return back to the bright red pentacle on the map.
"So. Who gets which cemetery?" Pip asks, shifting in his seat slightly nervously.
"It doesn't really matter. How about if we take Elm, Tarryall and Lower Crow Hill Cemetery, while you take Hathaway and Crosier Cemetery?"
"I don't know." The blond tilts his head and looks deeply into the map. "I guess so. I feel a little weird about digging up the remains still."
"You don't have to go you know." Damien reassures, but Pip shakes his head frantically.
"No, I'll take it! I will be fine!"
A smile falls on my lips. "Good."
And with that, my shoes hit the ground and Damien swings up onto my feet gracefully.
"So, when are we going to leave?" Pip asks as he follows Damien out his front door. "Tomorrow?" He asks, half doubtfully, half expectantly.
"If that's good with you. We can start Wednesday if that's better-"
"No. Tomorrows fine!" Pip slaps the air. "I mean. There's nothing to really prepare for, is there?" Towards the end of his words his voice drops and the brightness in his eyes dims cautiously. "Is there?"
"Pip, no. You will only need a shovel and some food and clothes maybe, but that's it. Oh, and two of these." Damien rattles two blood-filled flasks in the air. "As you see? And you won't need to prepare for any demons or anything. I told you, most of Park County is holy ground now- no demons or devils can set foot here."
"Except for you." Pip corrects.
"Except for me." Damien grins. "I'll see you tomorrow." He calls and trots down the steps, digging my feet into the snow. I hear Pip salute us from behind as Damien walks away. Somehow faintly, I feel like my heart is heavy, struggling to stay in the middle of my chest.
x
We are all set for tomorrow! We need to get our sleep now! Which is what Damien thinks. There's a shovel leaning against my bedroom wall, a small pile of clothes and a stack of canned food. It will all fit easily into one backpack.
"Will you at least bring my guitar?" I ask him as he begins to place the pyramid of cans into a bag.
"Why would you want me to bring your guitar?" He asks back, eyeing the beautiful instrument standing in the corner of my bedroom.
"I don't know. I just don't want to be too far from it. Okay?"
He shrugs, but walks towards it, kneeling down to slide the guitar into its designated case. I watch him as my fingers slide across the perfectly polished wood and see the pleasurable strings glisten under the light. My insides begin to shake and I feel myself boiling in frustration. If only I had some freedom I would be able to slide my fingers across its body and play. It's agonising not being able to touch and play my own instrument, almost as agonising as not being able to touch Kyle, almost.
In a way, the guitar is Kyle, part of him anyway. The beautiful instrument is what Kyle had secretly saved up for for months and gave me for my sixteenth birthday. I can honestly say that it probably outshined the Jeep my parents got me. I had been drooling and rubbing my skin against the window of the music shop, eyeing the guitar for months, craving just to have a quick play. I had grown out of my old guitar. It felt like a fucking ukulele when I held it.
When Kyle gave the guitar to me, my throat was already rasped from boasting so much about my new car. He gave it to me after we got alone, looking sheepish and shy. I would've melted and said that he was cute, if I wasn't still in denial.
"Jesus Kyle what did you get me? It's friggin' huge dude!" I said unwrapping the layers and layers of wrapping he had managed to put on.
"I don't think you'll find it that amazing actually." He said, sucking his teeth nervously. That was after a week long 'You'll never guess what I got you Stan! It's the best present ever!' ranting. But that quickly died down when I flipped about getting a car. "I mean, it's not a car or anything…" He added quietly. But I heard him, feeling a slight twist of guilt in my stomach, and smiled.
"Dude, anything from you makes it worth more than anything." I said. I quickly noticed how gay that sounded and panicked, until Kyle chuckled warmly, which made everything seem okay.
It was then, being lost in Kyle's chuckle when I tore the last layer of unskilful wrapping off. I felt Kyle's eyes eye me expectantly, yet nervously, shuffling his shoulders as he waited for a reaction. But I couldn't. I just couldn't jump on him and hug the life out of him, thanking my throat out as I always did. I couldn't even look away from it to meet his eyes. I simply stared at the instrument of my dreams as my vision began to blur, and tears came streaming down my cheeks unconsciously.
"Jesus Stan! Are you okay? Dude, you're crying!" I heard his concerned voice and slowly tilted my head to meet his worried gaze. He continued to stare into my eyes as a couple last drops fell down my cheeks.
My vision was still blurred from my dampened eyes as I looked deep into his emeralds. They seemed to shine in all the colours possible, like light entering a gemstone, to make it glisten magically.
"It's beautiful..." I murmured, not breaking eye contact. I was trapped in between the guitar in my hands and Kyle's gaze locked into me. "I love you."
The concern didn't completely leave his eyes, but warmness fell through them, and he smiled.
That was the first time I told him that I loved him, and I don't think he even got the true meaning behind the words.
"I love you too Stan."
But he answered me, nonetheless.
A fierce ring shoots through my relaxed mind and I'm brought back to the frustrating present where the antichrist is riding my body, shoving canned soup into my backpack.
"Hello?" Damien answers my cell-phone, tugging it in between my neck and my collarbone.
"Hello- umm Damien?" The familiar English accent calls doubtfully from the other side.
A sigh leaves my mouth. "What it is Pip?"
A nervous chuckle returns and I hear him scratch the back of his head through the phone.
"Would it be wrong if I told Kyle about our little- um, journey? To brake your seal? Or do you think it would be alright?" He asks, rather quickly, trying to let his tongue take control of itself.
My breathing tenses and my eyebrows begin to furrow. "I think that would be highly inappropriate Pip."
"Oh. Ah, okay then." Comes a half-hearted answer.
Damien let's out and aggravated sigh and bursts out, "Oh for the love of- Pip. What did you tell him?"
"Nothing. Ha, ha. Nothing at all!" The Brit says, acting over the top it almost making it sound monotone.
Before Damien can interrogate him any further, the boy on the line swiftly hangs up, leaving us in a repetitive beeping.
"He's told him hasn't he?" I ask confusingly.
Almost in response, a loud knocking comes from my window and Damien swings back, seeing a small pale fist hit repetitively against the glass.
"He did." Damien answers as he crosses the room to slide the window up. Instantly, the thin figure tumbles in, flopping onto my bed and making his red curls spread across my sheets.
"Ow…" He mutters, rubbing his neck, but quickly recovers and shoots his head up, drilling his passionate emerald gaze into me. "Damien!" He yells, struggling to get himself untangled from my bed sheets. My mind flinches when it is Damien's name that comes out of Kyle's mouth as he looks at me, and not mine.
"What is it Kyle?" Damien asks innocently, helping the boy to stand on his two feet. Kyle glares.
"Pip told me everything!" He bellows, poking my chest with his finger. "What is all this about some kind of seal and you going to go break it?"
"Kyle, listen. I'll tell you, just, come back tomorrow" Damien soothes, trying to calm the raging daywalker down.
"Right after you leave?" Kyle crosses his arms accusingly. A sigh leaves my mouth, giving in to Kyle.
"Kyle, there's not much to it. And I think Pip already told you everything. We are going to break the seal, I will return to my body and Stan will be free. He will come back in just a few days."
"I know! But that's not the point!" He clasps his hands on my chest and digs his fingers into my shirt. "Why didn't you tell me this?" He asks desperately.
Damien blinks a couple of times. "I didn't think it'd matter to you."
"Of course it matters!" Kyle growls, ripping his hands away to rest his hands on his hips. "How can I come with you if you don't fucking tell me?"
My heart jumps, and Damien blinks a few more before my eyes begin to narrow.
"Kyle, I'm going alone." He says firmly.
"The hell you are! I'm coming with you!" He yells, forgetting that they're other people sleeping in the house. "Look," he drops his voice, "To be honest with you, no matter what you said to me yesterday, I don't know you. And frankly, I don't want you going too far for too long alone in Stan's body." My body tenses at Kyle's words, but then Kyle's firm eyes melt into a wide grin, making the whole atmosphere magically brighten up. "And besides. It sounds fucking fun!"
Damien smirks, shrugging at the redhead's shuffling temper. "Well, I guess you can come." He says, reaching out to twirl one of my fingers around Kyle's curls. "And it will be nice to spend my last days here with you." He murmurs softly, letting my finger slide out of his hair.
Kyle bats his eyelashes with a frown and tugs on the strand of his hair that was around my finger in confusion.
"We are leaving at nine tomorrow morning. Meeting up at Pip's" Damien says, interfering Kyle's tugging of his own hair.
"Nine! I still have to get ready!" He moans, making Damien smirk.
"You don't have to come you know?"
"I'll be there!"
His persistence draws a chuckle out of the antichrist and Kyle quickly slides back to the window.
"Nine o'clock, Pip's. Got it. Don't be late!" He narrows his eyes accusingly before sliding out of my room, leaving us in a cold, yet calming silence. But instantly, from the window comes more shuffling and Kyle tumbles back into the room with a flushed face. "Forgot something!" He yelps as he gets tangled, yet again in my sheets, but manages to hop up to me.
He looks deeply into my eyes, searching, digging deeper until I feel as though his glimmering emeralds are reaching for me. And he does reach, somehow, I will like to believe it.
A little smile pulls his lips up and he reaches up to kiss me on the cheek.
"Give that to Stan for me, will you Damien?" He chuckles nervously as he slides back out my room. This time he doesn't come back, leaving both our minds frozen as we watch my curtains dance around in the cold air mischievously.
It was strange. I didn't feel his kiss on my cheek, but I felt warmness flow directly into me and fill me up.
Yet on the other hand, a deep sigh leaves my lips as Damien reaches out to close the window shut, making the dancing curtains come to a disappointing halt.
A.N- Oh, oh my- I personally found that chapter mmm-blergh. I hate my writing sometimes. But I finally wrote about the guitar! And writing Damien and Pip is so much fun so it was nice while writing it.
Anyways. Thanks for reading!
Oh yes! And that's the end of part two! Next chapter we will begin part three: the breaking of the seal.
The story is approaching the end people! Are you excited? I am!
