Thread: A Cursed Reincarnation [BurningWillows & Viktoff Samson]

Stepping out of the shower, Keegan couldn't have felt more relaxed. And even as he was supposed to just let all of his stressed wash away, it was when he dropped his guard that he would feel his guilt the most. Standing, alone in the bathroom with steam rolling off his skin was supposed to be a good thing. Running his hand through his stupid clean hair as he smiles into the foggy mirror at his obscured form was supposed to be fun. And yet, even as he did these things, and looked into his own barely blue eyes with the fake smile, he couldn't find that comfort that other people did. The comfort that hot water against tired skin would provide. The relaxation of being both clean and having no need to rush off anywhee just yet. But, all these actions had only melted away Keegan's natural distractions. With his frown starting to grow, Keegan reached forward with his right index finger and wrote on the mirror in front of him. With his finger, and the side of that finger for smaller lines, he traced his head on the mirror and gave it plain hair with horns and a tooth stickman smile. He scribbled in two eyes and grew a baby carrot nose. At the sight of his cartoon about himself in a costume tonight, he gave an honest smile. He used to draw on mirrors like this with his sister after one or the other would take a shower. She was always better at it than him. She would claim it was because girls were always better, he would claim the difference in their ability came down to how much older she was than him. And yet, here he was, older than they were back than, and he still couldn't draw better on mirrors than he used too. After a sigh, he took a deep breath and pushed the bathroom door open with his foot. The apartment had been a bit more cold than the bathroom and he could feel it's effects across his bare body, minus the black towel around his waist. Just as he left the bathroom, his eyes fell on the white cat as it pawed at the bottle of vodka on the table. The cat looked to him and Keegan didn't look away, as though he was listening to a silent side of a conversation. With another sight, Keegan stepped forward and flung his hand forward to claim the bottle off the table. You're right. I don't need it. He spoke softly, not looking at the cat as he turned to pull open a freezer door. I don't need it yet. After this last line, he put the bottle at the back of the freezer and shut the door. The cat hopped forward, landing on the freezer as it looked to Keegan in protest. After just a second, Keegan found his smile and plucked the cat up with both hands. I won't need it because there will be plenty at the club, He added a slightly cheerful note as he plopped the cat onto a plush pillow on the couch and charged into his room to shut the door and change. Taking only a minute or so to take care of the towel and pull on a pair of boxers and shorts, Keegan returned to the living room. With very little pause to think or look around, Keegan made his way back to the table to pluck up the small costume bags before charging back into his room with them. Ignoring the cat on the couch as it looked to him in clear kitty-disgust. After just a few moments, Keegan had plucked the small red horns out of the devil costume and a golden trident out of a cheesy hero costume, and the cape out of the vampire one. With his power, he ignited his right index finger and ran the small supernatural flame closely to the golden paint on the toy trident, effortlessly smoking it black. With his coat pulled on, another pair of jeans, he threw the silly black cape over his shoulders and put the devil horns in his hair. He smiled to himself in the mirror before stepping out of his room.