Here you are, a gift, better than dcat ever could.
You have no idea what happened, the Colonel has just walked off in search of Damien and Celine and you want to shout that they're right here dammit!
You don't get the chance to and instead decide to grab Damien's cane that the Colonel left behind, surely he'll want it.
As you reach for it though things seem to shift and tumble and you no longer feel in control of your body.
So when you don't look in the mirror but your body does and are met with the sight of a disheveled looking Damien, you're too shocked to protest what feels like being shoved unceremoniously.
He tilts his neck and you wince in sympathy at the cracking noise it makes, if it was broken why didn't you feel it?
The mirror cracks moments after.
Damien's face scrunches up, you're not sure what you're doing here, how you're even here but you can still think, and you still have limbs, or what feels like it.
He seems to be okay, or mostly, he's alive which to your knowledge is a better state than what he was in before.
So you reach through the broken glass that surprisingly doesn't hurt and...boop his nose.
His face is slightly turned away from you because he was presumably going to leave in a rush so you missed slightly.
He stares at you for a moment with wide- and is that eyeliner- rimmed eyes.
Then he grasps your wrist and pulls, it's like breaching the surface after being underwater, if the ocean was made of glass that is, you decide to hold your breath.
You land on top of him hitting your head on his chin, ow. As you awkwardly scramble off of him, your limbs feel unusually shaky.
You offer a hand that he doesn't take.
"You weren't supposed to do that," he says as he gets up himself, barely suppressing a wince. He holds himself stiffly.
"You said you didn't know what was going on a few seconds ago," it's true, what could he have possibly learned?
"A lot has happened since then," Damien growls out, you never thought you'd use those words next to each other.
"And do you understand what's going on now?" Doubtful, outside of politics Damien was rather out of the loop. It's rather unlikely he read up on the supernatural in his leisure time, regardless of his sister being invested in it.
"No, but-" Ha! That's what you thought.
"Well then I don't see a reason for such a cold demeanor, Dames," you smoothly say over him.
"...Fine, just come with me. This is a better outcome anyway," A much better outcome! Although you worry about Celine...
You're about to follow Damien when suddenly, "Oh there you are Damien! I've been looking all over for you!" The Colonel approaches out of nowhere sporting a rather strange and bright getup, he seems to be better than he was moments ago though.
"Oh- Hi Will," Damien stumbles over his words, he must still be flustered over earlier, huh.
"You haven't seen Celine around here have you?" The Colonel queries in-between muttering to himself, "If I can avoid her I'd rather do it."
"She's sleeping," Damien whispers, his voice never used to be that gravelly.
And about Celine...you'll have to remember to ask him for backstory.
"Oh good- oh good, great! Well anyway-
I'm glad I found you, I got a great, new idea...we're gonna make a T.V. show!" How utterly bizarre, as long as it gets you out of this house you don't mind.
You turn to Damien and he seems to think on it, that or he spaced out and fell asleep. Given how exhausted he looks it could be either at this point.
"...okay," Damien answers quietly after about a minute.
An upbeat tune starts to play...
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