Thread: A Cursed Reincarnation [BurningWillows & Viktoff Samson]

Though the sun stood to cover the graveyard with radiant light, the air was very cold from the early morning and fall atmosphere. A mysterious frost had traveled over some of the smaller stones, but only ones of a particular rock. A young woman with thick black hair and tanned skin had stood before a rich, white tombstone that was decorated in many floral pieces and little trinkets. The woman had held a small black flip phone to her ear, only removing it to hold the phone a few feet from the stone. After the sound of the person on the other end taking a deep breath, a male's voice could be heard. Young by the sound of it, but certainly not a happy one. Hey mom. He started, the phone giving the voice a slight electronic sound to it. I told you I'd talk to you on your birthday everyday. It's... It's what I feel like I must do. The only way I can make amends with what happened. He spoke in a calm, steady, but not in a rehearsed way. His voice was a little deep, but nothing gravely. I won't be able to stop by, but this is good too, Right? He tried a small laugh, but it was caught in his throat and never made it to the receiver. I would have sent dad with the phone, but he's been in the 'pen' ever since he snapped and my sister was just happening to head your way. With that out of the way, I wanna say what I always do. I'm sorry that making me killed you. At this, the woman holding the phone had frowned. I beat myself up over it all the time. But, I'm taking time off, skipping school today, to take care of myself for Halloween. His voice had a slightly cheering tone to it as the woman holding the phone released her frown for a more curious look as she began to glare at the phone. With a small chuckle that he had finally managed, the male on the phone had continued. Don't tell my dumby sister, but I'm going to sneak into a big boy party and maybe even cause some trouble. This line caused the woman to snap and pull the phone back to her ear. As she spoke, her accent was too soft too identify. Oh no you don't! What do you think you're doing, Keegan? She sounded stern, as if she had grown up having to put on this front for the male on the phone. She had managed to make him take a small pause before speaking to her. I'm going to have a little fun. Is that a crime, big sis? He tried to sound playful, but she shot back pretty quick. Yeah. Yeah it might be. You said it was a big boy party? Does that mean there will be alcohol served? Would they card you? You can't go if you have to break any laws to get in. She sounded more worried that stern, like as though she'd been playing the role of mother for a while now. Just try and stop me. He returned flatly as he hung up. Pissing off his older sister as she held her head and groaned in anger, even though nobody could hear her. --- The male's thumb had pressed the red button on his phone's screen, letting it fall to the bed beside his head. His gently styled, short hair had grown messy from the full night's rest he had before the call. Which was fine, messy was the way he liked to keep it anyway. With a sigh, he touched his side burns. They were dark, like his sister's hair, but rough as the rest of his facial hair was. If he had his way, he'd grown his facial hair out to see if was charming as a full beard. But, his part time magic act that he had been paid under the table for, was rather demanding that he remained boy-ish compared to the magician's manly physique and tuxedo. Not that he found it to be too much of a bother, it was a really easy way to get paid. As he sat up, the white sheets that had covered his bare chest would fall down his lean muscle and toned skin. The feeling of the sheets moving had always tickled against what little chest hair he had, but he had grown used to it. His barely blue eyes and self-satisfied grin had turned to a fluffy white cat that sat comfortable in his swivel chair across the room. After a second of eye contact, Keegan's smile had dropped. Oh don't start in on me. You know she's a bully too. He spoke at the cat as if an actual conversation was initiated by the cat. To the outside world, it was just a late-teens male talking to a cat because he was a major drug-ee. But, Keegan could legitimately hold a conversation with the cat. After another few seconds, Keegan rolled his eyes before hopping out of bed. His mid-section only covered by a pair of red lightly fitting boxers. You're just mad because you're not coming along. Speaking of which, I don't got time to talk all day with you- He plucked a pair of folded jeans off his desk and had begun to pull them on, looking back to the cat again. I gotta pick up a few things before the club opens anyway.