And so it goes...

I'm Malcolm Calloway, I'm twenty four and you've met me at a weird time in my life.

[donttouchmalcolm-blog]

I love you. -Kurtis

Mmmm, I don’t know, I’m not feeling it. I think I need proof. 

[capturedangelkurtis]

[donttouchmalcolm-blog]

You call that proof? I've kissed my grandmother with more passion.

[illerian]

"Angels. Well, fuck me. I hate those guys. What are you, then? Human? Shifter? Vampire, or something?"

[donttouchmalcolm-blog]

"Eh, some of them are alright. I'm a demon. What about you?"

[donttouchmalcolm-blog]

I love you. -Kurtis

Mmmm, I don't know, I'm not feeling it. I think I need proof. 

[illerian]

"Long, I suppose. I mean, whichever ones makes some sense.”

[donttouchmalcolm-blog]

"Okay well, first, you should know that nothing makes sense around here. Just sorta accept that. Second, a fallen angel named Micah started this place because- I don't actually know why, he was bored maybe. Anyway, it's basically a sex slave prison built into a town. People who get invited here or come here willingly are masters, people who wake up in cages are slaves. I'll let you draw your own conclusions on which one you are."

[illerian]

"I’ve only been here for a little while, and I’ve met so many pricks, I’ve lost count. Why the fuck am I even in here?”

[donttouchmalcolm-blog]

"Do you want the condensed or long version?" 

[billiamburns-blog]

"A real body," Bill mumbled, keeping his head down. "Most of the stuff that pops into my head isn’t doable."

[donttouchmalcolm-blog]

"Do... you want to try possessing me?" he asked slowly, not really sure on the idea even if Bill were to say yes. "That's a thing ghosts can do, right?"

[billiamburns-blog]

"I’m sensitive about so many things," Bill sighed, "I don’t even know how to cope, I’m not coping. You’re doing enough by staying with me and talking to me and doing things I can’t do."

[donttouchmalcolm-blog]

"You could make a list," Malcolm suggested. "Things you think you need to be happy again. Maybe some will be a little hard to do, but there could be some you can actually get done." 

[billiamburns-blog]

"I don’t know, I think I’m bring over sensitive," Bill sighed, looking down. "I should really just get over it by now, it’s not like I can change it."

[donttouchmalcolm-blog]

"You don't have to get over it if you don't want to. Cope however you want. We're all sensitive about something. It's just- sometimes I'm not sure what to do," he confessed, looking apologetic. 

[billiamburns-blog]

"You know um, maybe something not about death?" Bill asked, his voice small and hesitant.

[donttouchmalcolm-blog]

Malcolm stopped and ran a hand through his hair. "It's not about death. That was one of my mom's favorite songs. She sang it around the house a lot even though she's a terrible singer. I don't really know a lot of others by heart, like I said."

[billiamburns-blog]

"Because wonder wall hurts me emotionally," Bill explained, "are you going to kill me if I say Taylor swift?"

[donttouchmalcolm-blog]

"Uhg, god, yeah. Okay, I'm picking," he said and sighed deeply before starting to hum out the tune of If I Die Before You by Ludwig Göransson, singing quietly and looking back up at the ceiling. 

[billiamburns-blog]

"Wanna sing me anything but wonder wall?" Bill asked, biting his lip and looking up at malcolm.

[donttouchmalcolm-blog]

"Not sure why you would exclude that song, but sure." he asked, trying not to get nervous about it because it was just singing. "I don't really know a lot by heart, but do you have any requests?"

[billiamburns-blog]

"What? I’m fine," Bill said, trying to snap himself out of it. "Just getting caught up in my head, you know?"

[donttouchmalcolm-blog]

Malcolm frowned. "Anything I can do?" he asked, because now he couldn't even touch Bill or make him icky tea to comfort him.

[billiamburns-blog]

"Well, you’d know best. Childhood depression feels different from adult depression, though. It felt like being displaced from the world and everything for me," Bill said, his voice getting softer as he started to fidget. "Yeah, that was probably what caused it."

[donttouchmalcolm-blog]

"Nah, that was- that was probably more Kitley's thing," he said, looking slightly worried. "Hey, are you okay?"

[billiamburns-blog]

"I was and we make have the same makeup of our brains," Bill shrugged, looking down.

[donttouchmalcolm-blog]

"I mean, yeah, there was something pretty wrong with me back then, but I don't- I don't think I know what depression feels like or what it's supposed to feel like so..." he cringed and trailed off. "I think you probably had a lot of reasons to be depressed though."

[billiamburns-blog]

"Sadness doesn’t always have a cause," Bill reminded him, his voice soft, "you don’t need anything to be sad about to be sad."

[donttouchmalcolm-blog]

Malcolm gave Bill a funny look. "Yeah, I know. I was joking though, honestly. I didn't have a sad childhood. I mean, yeah, there were fucked up parts and that's usually the stuff I look back on and regret, but I don't think I was depressed."

[billiamburns-blog]

"You should, as long as it’s not living. I take that back actually, there are some people I want to light on fire," Bill replied, laughing at the image. "I want pictures of you 12 and emo."

[donttouchmalcolm-blog]

"Yeah, you and me both," he said with a sigh. "I didn't even have anything to be emo about. My moms used to ask me if I was sad about anything and at some point I just started saying, 'the economy' and they would just nod solemnly."

[billiamburns-blog]

"They'll get bored eventually when we don't start fucking.were pretty boring to watch, I'd say. Unless they enjoy petty arguing. You must've been a really grumpy kid."

[donttouchmalcolm-blog]

"Sorry, is all the drama we get into not exciting enough for you? Should I light something on fire to make it more interesting?" he asked, pouting. "I was. There was a lot of angst and screamo music."