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Supernatural File # ????
"I can feel it gettin' near. Like flashlights comin' down the way, One day you'll figure me out, I'll meet judgment by the hounds"
Name: [REDACTED]
Alias's: Constantine. John Constantine. Connie for short <3 , 📻 annon , The King of Hearts
They sighed, wincing.
No children around for once.
Perhaps this was better to do in Hell?
...
Definitely not. Too many variables. The people at the Lux were at least fixed and consistent.
They did not wish to admit what this was:
A method of energy conservation.
To admit it was to admit they needed to conservate energy.
Which truthfully they did. Because they got hurt. And refused to rest about it.
Their form shrinked, the disformed shadows giving way to a tall, overly pale young man, covered in bandages on his torso and arms, a few on his legs. And very chaotic hair.
They groaned, picking up a strand between their fingers, the thing half curled up.
Great... During all of this mess, they did not stop to take care of their hair's more natural shape... Now, back at looking as a "human" (more like a dead man really...) it had curled up again. It wasn't even a pretty, defined curl. Just this... Undecided mess.
They head to the bathroom to take care of it.
Ugh....... Connie woke up with what felt like a nasty hangover instinctively going to the bathroom to wash his face
He blinked seeing someone new where his dad was supposed to be..... Did he have a twin....?
Shit..... He stared at himself through the gaps Victor was going to be pissed .... He just straightened his hair
Damien turned to face Connie, electric blue and yellow eyes (Damien used to have sapphire blue and copper eyes...) staring back at his child.
"Oh, you are back, we see"
They were brushing their hair, wincing every now and then, but less now that Connie was around.
"Do you require anything, Connie?"
He stepped back still very confused
" Your talking like you know me- ".
He scoffed softly magicking his hair to be straight again.... It'd be temporary....
They tilt their head.
"... We... Do? It's Damien. It's me"
Did... He look that different?
Connie scoffed at such a statement finding himself laughing.......
" Your not Da-... Damien-" He emphasized " You can't be- your so- Different I mean sure you could pass as Jamie but not Damien "
They blink, a bit baffled.
"Connie, we are... Quite much paler than Jamie. I can assure we- I, am Damien."
" You are not Damien-...."
" You don't feel like him...."
They freeze for a while, face set in a puzzled expression.
Everyone else was able to recognize them.
"Connie, we understand you are farsighted, plus a few other things... But it should not affect you this much. You can ask the others, I am Damien"
" You are not Damien....." He replied firm in his ways..... " You can't be !.... Eyesight aside you don't FEEL like him..... you cant be him-"
"Oh... That"
They thought for a while. How to explain...
"I was... Asked, to deal with another entity, by a human. The best I could do was absorb it... It seems we... May have accidentally fused"
" Hah..... Foolish to think I'd fall for your exuses....." He scoffed stubborn as ever
They sigh
"It is no excuse, we assure you. You may ask your siblings, if you wish. Or Fetch"
" The others may have been fooled but I am not so easily convinced " Connie huffs
They put the straightening brush aside, now looking only at Connie
"What would take for you to believe us?"
" For you to stop pretending to be who you arent-?..." He glared
"I am Damien. We can't exactly be anyone else"
They shrug
"Right!... Hastur because this is such a funny joke pretend to be my Dad-"
" I'm getting tired of this. game"
"So you are aware of the King In Yellow. Hm, that is interesting.
Sorry, child, but Hastur is very much dead. We have none of his memories"
" Aware-? AWARE-?!?!" He hissed losing his paitence " I'm talking to him right now-" He glared
" Where is Damien"
"Not everyone is familiar with the stories... And so far, you were the only one who recognized his energy in us. Everyone else just sort of... Accepted this. We suppose your reaction is actually the sanest one..."
They sign, wincing slightly. Ouch, damn cuts...
"We will reiterate: we are what is left of Hastur, and everything Damien was.
... We suppose we are Damien. There is nothing left of Hastur's identity to claim, except maybe his titles"
"Stop pretending- you aren't him I know you ARENT....... I don't understand why everyone else has accepted it I dont- ugh" Connie sighs frustrated.... He doesn't get it they've met before back when he was guiding some poor victim of his -
"If we are not Damien... Then who are we? We are not Hastur, after all"
They are not going to dwell on that themselves.
Nope.
They are Damien. Final.
Because otherwise they don't know who they are themselves. And that's unacceptable
"I wouldn't know that is for you to figure out for yourself " He scoffed
"And we are telling you that we are Damien"
There is no one else to be
" And I am not falling for your tricks false king -" Connie bowed sarcastic as ever
They tilted their head
"We are... No king. Not truly"
.... Right?
They were not king of hell yet. Oliver never officially stepped down, they were just prince, prince regent at best.
Without Hastur, Carcossa had no king. They were the king by right.
That made no sense. Well, no, it did, but-
That would imply they were still Hastur.
They were not Hastur. Hastur was dead.
He killed Hastur.
Right?
They clutched the side of their head, wincing. Great... A headeache... How marvelous.
Connie stared at Damien unconvinced , He'd felt the king's energy so many times that blinding ray of knowledge made his head spin everytime he scattered the remnants to someday reform. Maybe this was what it was..... Hasturs new creation
Black ichor pooled under the crown still stuck to their head, the throbbing making them oblivious to it.
They had their eyes shut tighly, trying to make the pain go away.
Don't think. It will be worse if you think. Don't think don't think don't think-
Just ignore everything.
The thin veneer of a human form flickered, on and off, the amorphous black mass under it visible for short periods of time, never more than a few seconds.
The bandages were starting to get stained black.
Hastur bled yellow.
Damien didn't bleed.
Connie blinked staring........ Damiens blood was black....... huh...... Connie walked closer slowly, Like Damien was a wild animal to be spooked and gently placed the tips of his fingers over the crown. Touch light as a feather
The crown was just... Damien's crown. Sure, it spiked up further than usual, turning the tips black, but it was still the same gold with amethysts. There didn't seem to be anything much about it.
"It's... Nailed to our head"
He explained with a huff, right eye opening up a fraction.
"... Punishment for running from our duties in hell for a full year"
" Shh...." Connie muttered trying to focus whatever damien was feeling onto himself, He couldn't fix it that was beyond his skill
But he could ease it . " Do you feel that-?.... " He asked quietly feeling his own throbbing headache begin... he felt dizzy though he hid it well
They sighed, wincing.
No children around for once.
Perhaps this was better to do in Hell?
...
Definitely not. Too many variables. The people at the Lux were at least fixed and consistent.
They did not wish to admit what this was:
A method of energy conservation.
To admit it was to admit they needed to conservate energy.
Which truthfully they did. Because they got hurt. And refused to rest about it.
Their form shrinked, the disformed shadows giving way to a tall, overly pale young man, covered in bandages on his torso and arms, a few on his legs. And very chaotic hair.
They groaned, picking up a strand between their fingers, the thing half curled up.
Great... During all of this mess, they did not stop to take care of their hair's more natural shape... Now, back at looking as a "human" (more like a dead man really...) it had curled up again. It wasn't even a pretty, defined curl. Just this... Undecided mess.
They head to the bathroom to take care of it.
Ugh....... Connie woke up with what felt like a nasty hangover instinctively going to the bathroom to wash his face
He blinked seeing someone new where his dad was supposed to be..... Did he have a twin....?
Shit..... He stared at himself through the gaps Victor was going to be pissed .... He just straightened his hair
Damien turned to face Connie, electric blue and yellow eyes (Damien used to have sapphire blue and copper eyes...) staring back at his child.
"Oh, you are back, we see"
They were brushing their hair, wincing every now and then, but less now that Connie was around.
"Do you require anything, Connie?"
He stepped back still very confused
" Your talking like you know me- ".
He scoffed softly magicking his hair to be straight again.... It'd be temporary....
They tilt their head.
"... We... Do? It's Damien. It's me"
Did... He look that different?
Connie scoffed at such a statement finding himself laughing.......
" Your not Da-... Damien-" He emphasized " You can't be- your so- Different I mean sure you could pass as Jamie but not Damien "
They blink, a bit baffled.
"Connie, we are... Quite much paler than Jamie. I can assure we- I, am Damien."
" You are not Damien-...."
" You don't feel like him...."
They freeze for a while, face set in a puzzled expression.
Everyone else was able to recognize them.
"Connie, we understand you are farsighted, plus a few other things... But it should not affect you this much. You can ask the others, I am Damien"
" You are not Damien....." He replied firm in his ways..... " You can't be !.... Eyesight aside you don't FEEL like him..... you cant be him-"
"Oh... That"
They thought for a while. How to explain...
"I was... Asked, to deal with another entity, by a human. The best I could do was absorb it... It seems we... May have accidentally fused"
" Hah..... Foolish to think I'd fall for your exuses....." He scoffed stubborn as ever
They sigh
"It is no excuse, we assure you. You may ask your siblings, if you wish. Or Fetch"
" The others may have been fooled but I am not so easily convinced " Connie huffs
They put the straightening brush aside, now looking only at Connie
"What would take for you to believe us?"
" For you to stop pretending to be who you arent-?..." He glared
"I am Damien. We can't exactly be anyone else"
They shrug
"Right!... Hastur because this is such a funny joke pretend to be my Dad-"
" I'm getting tired of this. game"
"So you are aware of the King In Yellow. Hm, that is interesting.
Sorry, child, but Hastur is very much dead. We have none of his memories"
" Aware-? AWARE-?!?!" He hissed losing his paitence " I'm talking to him right now-" He glared
" Where is Damien"
"Not everyone is familiar with the stories... And so far, you were the only one who recognized his energy in us. Everyone else just sort of... Accepted this. We suppose your reaction is actually the sanest one..."
They sign, wincing slightly. Ouch, damn cuts...
"We will reiterate: we are what is left of Hastur, and everything Damien was.
... We suppose we are Damien. There is nothing left of Hastur's identity to claim, except maybe his titles"
"Stop pretending- you aren't him I know you ARENT....... I don't understand why everyone else has accepted it I dont- ugh" Connie sighs frustrated.... He doesn't get it they've met before back when he was guiding some poor victim of his -
"If we are not Damien... Then who are we? We are not Hastur, after all"
They are not going to dwell on that themselves.
Nope.
They are Damien. Final.
Because otherwise they don't know who they are themselves. And that's unacceptable
"I wouldn't know that is for you to figure out for yourself " He scoffed
"And we are telling you that we are Damien"
There is no one else to be
" And I am not falling for your tricks false king -" Connie bowed sarcastic as ever
They tilted their head
"We are... No king. Not truly"
.... Right?
They were not king of hell yet. Oliver never officially stepped down, they were just prince, prince regent at best.
Without Hastur, Carcossa had no king. They were the king by right.
That made no sense. Well, no, it did, but-
That would imply they were still Hastur.
They were not Hastur. Hastur was dead.
He killed Hastur.
Right?
They clutched the side of their head, wincing. Great... A headeache... How marvelous.
Connie stared at Damien unconvinced , He'd felt the king's energy so many times that blinding ray of knowledge made his head spin everytime he scattered the remnants to someday reform. Maybe this was what it was..... Hasturs new creation
Black ichor pooled under the crown still stuck to their head, the throbbing making them oblivious to it.
They had their eyes shut tighly, trying to make the pain go away.
Don't think. It will be worse if you think. Don't think don't think don't think-
Just ignore everything.
The thin veneer of a human form flickered, on and off, the amorphous black mass under it visible for short periods of time, never more than a few seconds.
The bandages were starting to get stained black.
Hastur bled yellow.
Damien didn't bleed.
Connie blinked staring........ Damiens blood was black....... huh...... Connie walked closer slowly, Like Damien was a wild animal to be spooked and gently placed the tips of his fingers over the crown. Touch light as a feather
They sighed, wincing.
No children around for once.
Perhaps this was better to do in Hell?
...
Definitely not. Too many variables. The people at the Lux were at least fixed and consistent.
They did not wish to admit what this was:
A method of energy conservation.
To admit it was to admit they needed to conservate energy.
Which truthfully they did. Because they got hurt. And refused to rest about it.
Their form shrinked, the disformed shadows giving way to a tall, overly pale young man, covered in bandages on his torso and arms, a few on his legs. And very chaotic hair.
They groaned, picking up a strand between their fingers, the thing half curled up.
Great... During all of this mess, they did not stop to take care of their hair's more natural shape... Now, back at looking as a "human" (more like a dead man really...) it had curled up again. It wasn't even a pretty, defined curl. Just this... Undecided mess.
They head to the bathroom to take care of it.
Ugh....... Connie woke up with what felt like a nasty hangover instinctively going to the bathroom to wash his face
He blinked seeing someone new where his dad was supposed to be..... Did he have a twin....?
Shit..... He stared at himself through the gaps Victor was going to be pissed .... He just straightened his hair
Damien turned to face Connie, electric blue and yellow eyes (Damien used to have sapphire blue and copper eyes...) staring back at his child.
"Oh, you are back, we see"
They were brushing their hair, wincing every now and then, but less now that Connie was around.
"Do you require anything, Connie?"
He stepped back still very confused
" Your talking like you know me- ".
He scoffed softly magicking his hair to be straight again.... It'd be temporary....
They tilt their head.
"... We... Do? It's Damien. It's me"
Did... He look that different?
Connie scoffed at such a statement finding himself laughing.......
" Your not Da-... Damien-" He emphasized " You can't be- your so- Different I mean sure you could pass as Jamie but not Damien "
They blink, a bit baffled.
"Connie, we are... Quite much paler than Jamie. I can assure we- I, am Damien."
" You are not Damien-...."
" You don't feel like him...."
They freeze for a while, face set in a puzzled expression.
Everyone else was able to recognize them.
"Connie, we understand you are farsighted, plus a few other things... But it should not affect you this much. You can ask the others, I am Damien"
" You are not Damien....." He replied firm in his ways..... " You can't be !.... Eyesight aside you don't FEEL like him..... you cant be him-"
"Oh... That"
They thought for a while. How to explain...
"I was... Asked, to deal with another entity, by a human. The best I could do was absorb it... It seems we... May have accidentally fused"
" Hah..... Foolish to think I'd fall for your exuses....." He scoffed stubborn as ever
They sigh
"It is no excuse, we assure you. You may ask your siblings, if you wish. Or Fetch"
" The others may have been fooled but I am not so easily convinced " Connie huffs
They put the straightening brush aside, now looking only at Connie
"What would take for you to believe us?"
" For you to stop pretending to be who you arent-?..." He glared
"I am Damien. We can't exactly be anyone else"
They shrug
"Right!... Hastur because this is such a funny joke pretend to be my Dad-"
" I'm getting tired of this. game"
"So you are aware of the King In Yellow. Hm, that is interesting.
Sorry, child, but Hastur is very much dead. We have none of his memories"
" Aware-? AWARE-?!?!" He hissed losing his paitence " I'm talking to him right now-" He glared
" Where is Damien"
"Not everyone is familiar with the stories... And so far, you were the only one who recognized his energy in us. Everyone else just sort of... Accepted this. We suppose your reaction is actually the sanest one..."
They sign, wincing slightly. Ouch, damn cuts...
"We will reiterate: we are what is left of Hastur, and everything Damien was.
... We suppose we are Damien. There is nothing left of Hastur's identity to claim, except maybe his titles"
"Stop pretending- you aren't him I know you ARENT....... I don't understand why everyone else has accepted it I dont- ugh" Connie sighs frustrated.... He doesn't get it they've met before back when he was guiding some poor victim of his -
"If we are not Damien... Then who are we? We are not Hastur, after all"
They are not going to dwell on that themselves.
Nope.
They are Damien. Final.
Because otherwise they don't know who they are themselves. And that's unacceptable
"I wouldn't know that is for you to figure out for yourself " He scoffed
"And we are telling you that we are Damien"
There is no one else to be
" And I am not falling for your tricks false king -" Connie bowed sarcastic as ever
They tilted their head
"We are... No king. Not truly"
.... Right?
They were not king of hell yet. Oliver never officially stepped down, they were just prince, prince regent at best.
Without Hastur, Carcossa had no king. They were the king by right.
That made no sense. Well, no, it did, but-
That would imply they were still Hastur.
They were not Hastur. Hastur was dead.
He killed Hastur.
Right?
They clutched the side of their head, wincing. Great... A headeache... How marvelous.
Connie stared at Damien unconvinced , He'd felt the king's energy so many times that blinding ray of knowledge made his head spin everytime he scattered the remnants to someday reform. Maybe this was what it was..... Hasturs new creation
They sighed, wincing.
No children around for once.
Perhaps this was better to do in Hell?
...
Definitely not. Too many variables. The people at the Lux were at least fixed and consistent.
They did not wish to admit what this was:
A method of energy conservation.
To admit it was to admit they needed to conservate energy.
Which truthfully they did. Because they got hurt. And refused to rest about it.
Their form shrinked, the disformed shadows giving way to a tall, overly pale young man, covered in bandages on his torso and arms, a few on his legs. And very chaotic hair.
They groaned, picking up a strand between their fingers, the thing half curled up.
Great... During all of this mess, they did not stop to take care of their hair's more natural shape... Now, back at looking as a "human" (more like a dead man really...) it had curled up again. It wasn't even a pretty, defined curl. Just this... Undecided mess.
They head to the bathroom to take care of it.
Ugh....... Connie woke up with what felt like a nasty hangover instinctively going to the bathroom to wash his face
He blinked seeing someone new where his dad was supposed to be..... Did he have a twin....?
Shit..... He stared at himself through the gaps Victor was going to be pissed .... He just straightened his hair
Damien turned to face Connie, electric blue and yellow eyes (Damien used to have sapphire blue and copper eyes...) staring back at his child.
"Oh, you are back, we see"
They were brushing their hair, wincing every now and then, but less now that Connie was around.
"Do you require anything, Connie?"
He stepped back still very confused
" Your talking like you know me- ".
He scoffed softly magicking his hair to be straight again.... It'd be temporary....
They tilt their head.
"... We... Do? It's Damien. It's me"
Did... He look that different?
Connie scoffed at such a statement finding himself laughing.......
" Your not Da-... Damien-" He emphasized " You can't be- your so- Different I mean sure you could pass as Jamie but not Damien "
They blink, a bit baffled.
"Connie, we are... Quite much paler than Jamie. I can assure we- I, am Damien."
" You are not Damien-...."
" You don't feel like him...."
They freeze for a while, face set in a puzzled expression.
Everyone else was able to recognize them.
"Connie, we understand you are farsighted, plus a few other things... But it should not affect you this much. You can ask the others, I am Damien"
" You are not Damien....." He replied firm in his ways..... " You can't be !.... Eyesight aside you don't FEEL like him..... you cant be him-"
"Oh... That"
They thought for a while. How to explain...
"I was... Asked, to deal with another entity, by a human. The best I could do was absorb it... It seems we... May have accidentally fused"
" Hah..... Foolish to think I'd fall for your exuses....." He scoffed stubborn as ever
They sigh
"It is no excuse, we assure you. You may ask your siblings, if you wish. Or Fetch"
" The others may have been fooled but I am not so easily convinced " Connie huffs
They put the straightening brush aside, now looking only at Connie
"What would take for you to believe us?"
" For you to stop pretending to be who you arent-?..." He glared
"I am Damien. We can't exactly be anyone else"
They shrug
"Right!... Hastur because this is such a funny joke pretend to be my Dad-"
" I'm getting tired of this. game"
"So you are aware of the King In Yellow. Hm, that is interesting.
Sorry, child, but Hastur is very much dead. We have none of his memories"
" Aware-? AWARE-?!?!" He hissed losing his paitence " I'm talking to him right now-" He glared
" Where is Damien"
"Not everyone is familiar with the stories... And so far, you were the only one who recognized his energy in us. Everyone else just sort of... Accepted this. We suppose your reaction is actually the sanest one..."
They sign, wincing slightly. Ouch, damn cuts...
"We will reiterate: we are what is left of Hastur, and everything Damien was.
... We suppose we are Damien. There is nothing left of Hastur's identity to claim, except maybe his titles"
"Stop pretending- you aren't him I know you ARENT....... I don't understand why everyone else has accepted it I dont- ugh" Connie sighs frustrated.... He doesn't get it they've met before back when he was guiding some poor victim of his -
"If we are not Damien... Then who are we? We are not Hastur, after all"
They are not going to dwell on that themselves.
Nope.
They are Damien. Final.
Because otherwise they don't know who they are themselves. And that's unacceptable
"I wouldn't know that is for you to figure out for yourself " He scoffed
"And we are telling you that we are Damien"
There is no one else to be
" And I am not falling for your tricks false king -" Connie bowed sarcastic as ever
They sighed, wincing.
No children around for once.
Perhaps this was better to do in Hell?
...
Definitely not. Too many variables. The people at the Lux were at least fixed and consistent.
They did not wish to admit what this was:
A method of energy conservation.
To admit it was to admit they needed to conservate energy.
Which truthfully they did. Because they got hurt. And refused to rest about it.
Their form shrinked, the disformed shadows giving way to a tall, overly pale young man, covered in bandages on his torso and arms, a few on his legs. And very chaotic hair.
They groaned, picking up a strand between their fingers, the thing half curled up.
Great... During all of this mess, they did not stop to take care of their hair's more natural shape... Now, back at looking as a "human" (more like a dead man really...) it had curled up again. It wasn't even a pretty, defined curl. Just this... Undecided mess.
They head to the bathroom to take care of it.
Ugh....... Connie woke up with what felt like a nasty hangover instinctively going to the bathroom to wash his face
He blinked seeing someone new where his dad was supposed to be..... Did he have a twin....?
Shit..... He stared at himself through the gaps Victor was going to be pissed .... He just straightened his hair
Damien turned to face Connie, electric blue and yellow eyes (Damien used to have sapphire blue and copper eyes...) staring back at his child.
"Oh, you are back, we see"
They were brushing their hair, wincing every now and then, but less now that Connie was around.
"Do you require anything, Connie?"
He stepped back still very confused
" Your talking like you know me- ".
He scoffed softly magicking his hair to be straight again.... It'd be temporary....
They tilt their head.
"... We... Do? It's Damien. It's me"
Did... He look that different?
Connie scoffed at such a statement finding himself laughing.......
" Your not Da-... Damien-" He emphasized " You can't be- your so- Different I mean sure you could pass as Jamie but not Damien "
They blink, a bit baffled.
"Connie, we are... Quite much paler than Jamie. I can assure we- I, am Damien."
" You are not Damien-...."
" You don't feel like him...."
They freeze for a while, face set in a puzzled expression.
Everyone else was able to recognize them.
"Connie, we understand you are farsighted, plus a few other things... But it should not affect you this much. You can ask the others, I am Damien"
" You are not Damien....." He replied firm in his ways..... " You can't be !.... Eyesight aside you don't FEEL like him..... you cant be him-"
"Oh... That"
They thought for a while. How to explain...
"I was... Asked, to deal with another entity, by a human. The best I could do was absorb it... It seems we... May have accidentally fused"
" Hah..... Foolish to think I'd fall for your exuses....." He scoffed stubborn as ever
They sigh
"It is no excuse, we assure you. You may ask your siblings, if you wish. Or Fetch"
" The others may have been fooled but I am not so easily convinced " Connie huffs
They put the straightening brush aside, now looking only at Connie
"What would take for you to believe us?"
" For you to stop pretending to be who you arent-?..." He glared
"I am Damien. We can't exactly be anyone else"
They shrug
"Right!... Hastur because this is such a funny joke pretend to be my Dad-"
" I'm getting tired of this. game"
"So you are aware of the King In Yellow. Hm, that is interesting.
Sorry, child, but Hastur is very much dead. We have none of his memories"
" Aware-? AWARE-?!?!" He hissed losing his paitence " I'm talking to him right now-" He glared
" Where is Damien"
"Not everyone is familiar with the stories... And so far, you were the only one who recognized his energy in us. Everyone else just sort of... Accepted this. We suppose your reaction is actually the sanest one..."
They sign, wincing slightly. Ouch, damn cuts...
"We will reiterate: we are what is left of Hastur, and everything Damien was.
... We suppose we are Damien. There is nothing left of Hastur's identity to claim, except maybe his titles"
"Stop pretending- you aren't him I know you ARENT....... I don't understand why everyone else has accepted it I dont- ugh" Connie sighs frustrated.... He doesn't get it they've met before back when he was guiding some poor victim of his -
"If we are not Damien... Then who are we? We are not Hastur, after all"
They are not going to dwell on that themselves.
Nope.
They are Damien. Final.
Because otherwise they don't know who they are themselves. And that's unacceptable
"I wouldn't know that is for you to figure out for yourself " He scoffed
They sighed, wincing.
No children around for once.
Perhaps this was better to do in Hell?
...
Definitely not. Too many variables. The people at the Lux were at least fixed and consistent.
They did not wish to admit what this was:
A method of energy conservation.
To admit it was to admit they needed to conservate energy.
Which truthfully they did. Because they got hurt. And refused to rest about it.
Their form shrinked, the disformed shadows giving way to a tall, overly pale young man, covered in bandages on his torso and arms, a few on his legs. And very chaotic hair.
They groaned, picking up a strand between their fingers, the thing half curled up.
Great... During all of this mess, they did not stop to take care of their hair's more natural shape... Now, back at looking as a "human" (more like a dead man really...) it had curled up again. It wasn't even a pretty, defined curl. Just this... Undecided mess.
They head to the bathroom to take care of it.
Ugh....... Connie woke up with what felt like a nasty hangover instinctively going to the bathroom to wash his face
He blinked seeing someone new where his dad was supposed to be..... Did he have a twin....?
Shit..... He stared at himself through the gaps Victor was going to be pissed .... He just straightened his hair
Damien turned to face Connie, electric blue and yellow eyes (Damien used to have sapphire blue and copper eyes...) staring back at his child.
"Oh, you are back, we see"
They were brushing their hair, wincing every now and then, but less now that Connie was around.
"Do you require anything, Connie?"
He stepped back still very confused
" Your talking like you know me- ".
He scoffed softly magicking his hair to be straight again.... It'd be temporary....
They tilt their head.
"... We... Do? It's Damien. It's me"
Did... He look that different?
Connie scoffed at such a statement finding himself laughing.......
" Your not Da-... Damien-" He emphasized " You can't be- your so- Different I mean sure you could pass as Jamie but not Damien "
They blink, a bit baffled.
"Connie, we are... Quite much paler than Jamie. I can assure we- I, am Damien."
" You are not Damien-...."
" You don't feel like him...."
They freeze for a while, face set in a puzzled expression.
Everyone else was able to recognize them.
"Connie, we understand you are farsighted, plus a few other things... But it should not affect you this much. You can ask the others, I am Damien"
" You are not Damien....." He replied firm in his ways..... " You can't be !.... Eyesight aside you don't FEEL like him..... you cant be him-"
"Oh... That"
They thought for a while. How to explain...
"I was... Asked, to deal with another entity, by a human. The best I could do was absorb it... It seems we... May have accidentally fused"
" Hah..... Foolish to think I'd fall for your exuses....." He scoffed stubborn as ever
They sigh
"It is no excuse, we assure you. You may ask your siblings, if you wish. Or Fetch"
" The others may have been fooled but I am not so easily convinced " Connie huffs
They put the straightening brush aside, now looking only at Connie
"What would take for you to believe us?"
" For you to stop pretending to be who you arent-?..." He glared
"I am Damien. We can't exactly be anyone else"
They shrug
"Right!... Hastur because this is such a funny joke pretend to be my Dad-"
" I'm getting tired of this. game"
"So you are aware of the King In Yellow. Hm, that is interesting.
Sorry, child, but Hastur is very much dead. We have none of his memories"
" Aware-? AWARE-?!?!" He hissed losing his paitence " I'm talking to him right now-" He glared
" Where is Damien"
"Not everyone is familiar with the stories... And so far, you were the only one who recognized his energy in us. Everyone else just sort of... Accepted this. We suppose your reaction is actually the sanest one..."
They sign, wincing slightly. Ouch, damn cuts...
"We will reiterate: we are what is left of Hastur, and everything Damien was.
... We suppose we are Damien. There is nothing left of Hastur's identity to claim, except maybe his titles"
"Stop pretending- you aren't him I know you ARENT....... I don't understand why everyone else has accepted it I dont- ugh" Connie sighs frustrated.... He doesn't get it they've met before back when he was guiding some poor victim of his -
They sighed, wincing.
No children around for once.
Perhaps this was better to do in Hell?
...
Definitely not. Too many variables. The people at the Lux were at least fixed and consistent.
They did not wish to admit what this was:
A method of energy conservation.
To admit it was to admit they needed to conservate energy.
Which truthfully they did. Because they got hurt. And refused to rest about it.
Their form shrinked, the disformed shadows giving way to a tall, overly pale young man, covered in bandages on his torso and arms, a few on his legs. And very chaotic hair.
They groaned, picking up a strand between their fingers, the thing half curled up.
Great... During all of this mess, they did not stop to take care of their hair's more natural shape... Now, back at looking as a "human" (more like a dead man really...) it had curled up again. It wasn't even a pretty, defined curl. Just this... Undecided mess.
They head to the bathroom to take care of it.
Ugh....... Connie woke up with what felt like a nasty hangover instinctively going to the bathroom to wash his face
He blinked seeing someone new where his dad was supposed to be..... Did he have a twin....?
Shit..... He stared at himself through the gaps Victor was going to be pissed .... He just straightened his hair
Damien turned to face Connie, electric blue and yellow eyes (Damien used to have sapphire blue and copper eyes...) staring back at his child.
"Oh, you are back, we see"
They were brushing their hair, wincing every now and then, but less now that Connie was around.
"Do you require anything, Connie?"
He stepped back still very confused
" Your talking like you know me- ".
He scoffed softly magicking his hair to be straight again.... It'd be temporary....
They tilt their head.
"... We... Do? It's Damien. It's me"
Did... He look that different?
Connie scoffed at such a statement finding himself laughing.......
" Your not Da-... Damien-" He emphasized " You can't be- your so- Different I mean sure you could pass as Jamie but not Damien "
They blink, a bit baffled.
"Connie, we are... Quite much paler than Jamie. I can assure we- I, am Damien."
" You are not Damien-...."
" You don't feel like him...."
They freeze for a while, face set in a puzzled expression.
Everyone else was able to recognize them.
"Connie, we understand you are farsighted, plus a few other things... But it should not affect you this much. You can ask the others, I am Damien"
" You are not Damien....." He replied firm in his ways..... " You can't be !.... Eyesight aside you don't FEEL like him..... you cant be him-"
"Oh... That"
They thought for a while. How to explain...
"I was... Asked, to deal with another entity, by a human. The best I could do was absorb it... It seems we... May have accidentally fused"
" Hah..... Foolish to think I'd fall for your exuses....." He scoffed stubborn as ever
They sigh
"It is no excuse, we assure you. You may ask your siblings, if you wish. Or Fetch"
" The others may have been fooled but I am not so easily convinced " Connie huffs
They put the straightening brush aside, now looking only at Connie
"What would take for you to believe us?"
" For you to stop pretending to be who you arent-?..." He glared
"I am Damien. We can't exactly be anyone else"
They shrug
"Right!... Hastur because this is such a funny joke pretend to be my Dad-"
" I'm getting tired of this. game"
"So you are aware of the King In Yellow. Hm, that is interesting.
Sorry, child, but Hastur is very much dead. We have none of his memories"
" Aware-? AWARE-?!?!" He hissed losing his paitence " I'm talking to him right now-" He glared
" Where is Damien"
They sighed, wincing.
No children around for once.
Perhaps this was better to do in Hell?
...
Definitely not. Too many variables. The people at the Lux were at least fixed and consistent.
They did not wish to admit what this was:
A method of energy conservation.
To admit it was to admit they needed to conservate energy.
Which truthfully they did. Because they got hurt. And refused to rest about it.
Their form shrinked, the disformed shadows giving way to a tall, overly pale young man, covered in bandages on his torso and arms, a few on his legs. And very chaotic hair.
They groaned, picking up a strand between their fingers, the thing half curled up.
Great... During all of this mess, they did not stop to take care of their hair's more natural shape... Now, back at looking as a "human" (more like a dead man really...) it had curled up again. It wasn't even a pretty, defined curl. Just this... Undecided mess.
They head to the bathroom to take care of it.
Ugh....... Connie woke up with what felt like a nasty hangover instinctively going to the bathroom to wash his face
He blinked seeing someone new where his dad was supposed to be..... Did he have a twin....?
Shit..... He stared at himself through the gaps Victor was going to be pissed .... He just straightened his hair
Damien turned to face Connie, electric blue and yellow eyes (Damien used to have sapphire blue and copper eyes...) staring back at his child.
"Oh, you are back, we see"
They were brushing their hair, wincing every now and then, but less now that Connie was around.
"Do you require anything, Connie?"
He stepped back still very confused
" Your talking like you know me- ".
He scoffed softly magicking his hair to be straight again.... It'd be temporary....
They tilt their head.
"... We... Do? It's Damien. It's me"
Did... He look that different?
Connie scoffed at such a statement finding himself laughing.......
" Your not Da-... Damien-" He emphasized " You can't be- your so- Different I mean sure you could pass as Jamie but not Damien "
They blink, a bit baffled.
"Connie, we are... Quite much paler than Jamie. I can assure we- I, am Damien."
" You are not Damien-...."
" You don't feel like him...."
They freeze for a while, face set in a puzzled expression.
Everyone else was able to recognize them.
"Connie, we understand you are farsighted, plus a few other things... But it should not affect you this much. You can ask the others, I am Damien"
" You are not Damien....." He replied firm in his ways..... " You can't be !.... Eyesight aside you don't FEEL like him..... you cant be him-"
"Oh... That"
They thought for a while. How to explain...
"I was... Asked, to deal with another entity, by a human. The best I could do was absorb it... It seems we... May have accidentally fused"
" Hah..... Foolish to think I'd fall for your exuses....." He scoffed stubborn as ever
They sigh
"It is no excuse, we assure you. You may ask your siblings, if you wish. Or Fetch"
" The others may have been fooled but I am not so easily convinced " Connie huffs
They put the straightening brush aside, now looking only at Connie
"What would take for you to believe us?"
" For you to stop pretending to be who you arent-?..." He glared
"I am Damien. We can't exactly be anyone else"
They shrug
"Right!... Hastur because this is such a funny joke pretend to be my Dad-"
" I'm getting tired of this. game"
They sighed, wincing.
No children around for once.
Perhaps this was better to do in Hell?
...
Definitely not. Too many variables. The people at the Lux were at least fixed and consistent.
They did not wish to admit what this was:
A method of energy conservation.
To admit it was to admit they needed to conservate energy.
Which truthfully they did. Because they got hurt. And refused to rest about it.
Their form shrinked, the disformed shadows giving way to a tall, overly pale young man, covered in bandages on his torso and arms, a few on his legs. And very chaotic hair.
They groaned, picking up a strand between their fingers, the thing half curled up.
Great... During all of this mess, they did not stop to take care of their hair's more natural shape... Now, back at looking as a "human" (more like a dead man really...) it had curled up again. It wasn't even a pretty, defined curl. Just this... Undecided mess.
They head to the bathroom to take care of it.
Ugh....... Connie woke up with what felt like a nasty hangover instinctively going to the bathroom to wash his face
He blinked seeing someone new where his dad was supposed to be..... Did he have a twin....?
Shit..... He stared at himself through the gaps Victor was going to be pissed .... He just straightened his hair
Damien turned to face Connie, electric blue and yellow eyes (Damien used to have sapphire blue and copper eyes...) staring back at his child.
"Oh, you are back, we see"
They were brushing their hair, wincing every now and then, but less now that Connie was around.
"Do you require anything, Connie?"
He stepped back still very confused
" Your talking like you know me- ".
He scoffed softly magicking his hair to be straight again.... It'd be temporary....
They tilt their head.
"... We... Do? It's Damien. It's me"
Did... He look that different?
Connie scoffed at such a statement finding himself laughing.......
" Your not Da-... Damien-" He emphasized " You can't be- your so- Different I mean sure you could pass as Jamie but not Damien "
They blink, a bit baffled.
"Connie, we are... Quite much paler than Jamie. I can assure we- I, am Damien."
" You are not Damien-...."
" You don't feel like him...."
They freeze for a while, face set in a puzzled expression.
Everyone else was able to recognize them.
"Connie, we understand you are farsighted, plus a few other things... But it should not affect you this much. You can ask the others, I am Damien"
" You are not Damien....." He replied firm in his ways..... " You can't be !.... Eyesight aside you don't FEEL like him..... you cant be him-"
"Oh... That"
They thought for a while. How to explain...
"I was... Asked, to deal with another entity, by a human. The best I could do was absorb it... It seems we... May have accidentally fused"
" Hah..... Foolish to think I'd fall for your exuses....." He scoffed stubborn as ever
They sigh
"It is no excuse, we assure you. You may ask your siblings, if you wish. Or Fetch"
" The others may have been fooled but I am not so easily convinced " Connie huffs
They put the straightening brush aside, now looking only at Connie
"What would take for you to believe us?"
" For you to stop pretending to be who you arent-?..." He glared
They sighed, wincing.
No children around for once.
Perhaps this was better to do in Hell?
...
Definitely not. Too many variables. The people at the Lux were at least fixed and consistent.
They did not wish to admit what this was:
A method of energy conservation.
To admit it was to admit they needed to conservate energy.
Which truthfully they did. Because they got hurt. And refused to rest about it.
Their form shrinked, the disformed shadows giving way to a tall, overly pale young man, covered in bandages on his torso and arms, a few on his legs. And very chaotic hair.
They groaned, picking up a strand between their fingers, the thing half curled up.
Great... During all of this mess, they did not stop to take care of their hair's more natural shape... Now, back at looking as a "human" (more like a dead man really...) it had curled up again. It wasn't even a pretty, defined curl. Just this... Undecided mess.
They head to the bathroom to take care of it.
Ugh....... Connie woke up with what felt like a nasty hangover instinctively going to the bathroom to wash his face
He blinked seeing someone new where his dad was supposed to be..... Did he have a twin....?
Shit..... He stared at himself through the gaps Victor was going to be pissed .... He just straightened his hair
Damien turned to face Connie, electric blue and yellow eyes (Damien used to have sapphire blue and copper eyes...) staring back at his child.
"Oh, you are back, we see"
They were brushing their hair, wincing every now and then, but less now that Connie was around.
"Do you require anything, Connie?"
He stepped back still very confused
" Your talking like you know me- ".
He scoffed softly magicking his hair to be straight again.... It'd be temporary....
They tilt their head.
"... We... Do? It's Damien. It's me"
Did... He look that different?
Connie scoffed at such a statement finding himself laughing.......
" Your not Da-... Damien-" He emphasized " You can't be- your so- Different I mean sure you could pass as Jamie but not Damien "
They blink, a bit baffled.
"Connie, we are... Quite much paler than Jamie. I can assure we- I, am Damien."
" You are not Damien-...."
" You don't feel like him...."
They freeze for a while, face set in a puzzled expression.
Everyone else was able to recognize them.
"Connie, we understand you are farsighted, plus a few other things... But it should not affect you this much. You can ask the others, I am Damien"
" You are not Damien....." He replied firm in his ways..... " You can't be !.... Eyesight aside you don't FEEL like him..... you cant be him-"
"Oh... That"
They thought for a while. How to explain...
"I was... Asked, to deal with another entity, by a human. The best I could do was absorb it... It seems we... May have accidentally fused"
" Hah..... Foolish to think I'd fall for your exuses....." He scoffed stubborn as ever
They sigh
"It is no excuse, we assure you. You may ask your siblings, if you wish. Or Fetch"
" The others may have been fooled but I am not so easily convinced " Connie huffs
They sighed, wincing.
No children around for once.
Perhaps this was better to do in Hell?
...
Definitely not. Too many variables. The people at the Lux were at least fixed and consistent.
They did not wish to admit what this was:
A method of energy conservation.
To admit it was to admit they needed to conservate energy.
Which truthfully they did. Because they got hurt. And refused to rest about it.
Their form shrinked, the disformed shadows giving way to a tall, overly pale young man, covered in bandages on his torso and arms, a few on his legs. And very chaotic hair.
They groaned, picking up a strand between their fingers, the thing half curled up.
Great... During all of this mess, they did not stop to take care of their hair's more natural shape... Now, back at looking as a "human" (more like a dead man really...) it had curled up again. It wasn't even a pretty, defined curl. Just this... Undecided mess.
They head to the bathroom to take care of it.
Ugh....... Connie woke up with what felt like a nasty hangover instinctively going to the bathroom to wash his face
He blinked seeing someone new where his dad was supposed to be..... Did he have a twin....?
Shit..... He stared at himself through the gaps Victor was going to be pissed .... He just straightened his hair
Damien turned to face Connie, electric blue and yellow eyes (Damien used to have sapphire blue and copper eyes...) staring back at his child.
"Oh, you are back, we see"
They were brushing their hair, wincing every now and then, but less now that Connie was around.
"Do you require anything, Connie?"
He stepped back still very confused
" Your talking like you know me- ".
He scoffed softly magicking his hair to be straight again.... It'd be temporary....
They tilt their head.
"... We... Do? It's Damien. It's me"
Did... He look that different?
Connie scoffed at such a statement finding himself laughing.......
" Your not Da-... Damien-" He emphasized " You can't be- your so- Different I mean sure you could pass as Jamie but not Damien "
They blink, a bit baffled.
"Connie, we are... Quite much paler than Jamie. I can assure we- I, am Damien."
" You are not Damien-...."
" You don't feel like him...."
They freeze for a while, face set in a puzzled expression.
Everyone else was able to recognize them.
"Connie, we understand you are farsighted, plus a few other things... But it should not affect you this much. You can ask the others, I am Damien"
" You are not Damien....." He replied firm in his ways..... " You can't be !.... Eyesight aside you don't FEEL like him..... you cant be him-"
"Oh... That"
They thought for a while. How to explain...
"I was... Asked, to deal with another entity, by a human. The best I could do was absorb it... It seems we... May have accidentally fused"
" Hah..... Foolish to think I'd fall for your exuses....." He scoffed stubborn as ever
They sighed, wincing.
No children around for once.
Perhaps this was better to do in Hell?
...
Definitely not. Too many variables. The people at the Lux were at least fixed and consistent.
They did not wish to admit what this was:
A method of energy conservation.
To admit it was to admit they needed to conservate energy.
Which truthfully they did. Because they got hurt. And refused to rest about it.
Their form shrinked, the disformed shadows giving way to a tall, overly pale young man, covered in bandages on his torso and arms, a few on his legs. And very chaotic hair.
They groaned, picking up a strand between their fingers, the thing half curled up.
Great... During all of this mess, they did not stop to take care of their hair's more natural shape... Now, back at looking as a "human" (more like a dead man really...) it had curled up again. It wasn't even a pretty, defined curl. Just this... Undecided mess.
They head to the bathroom to take care of it.
Ugh....... Connie woke up with what felt like a nasty hangover instinctively going to the bathroom to wash his face
He blinked seeing someone new where his dad was supposed to be..... Did he have a twin....?
Shit..... He stared at himself through the gaps Victor was going to be pissed .... He just straightened his hair
Damien turned to face Connie, electric blue and yellow eyes (Damien used to have sapphire blue and copper eyes...) staring back at his child.
"Oh, you are back, we see"
They were brushing their hair, wincing every now and then, but less now that Connie was around.
"Do you require anything, Connie?"
He stepped back still very confused
" Your talking like you know me- ".
He scoffed softly magicking his hair to be straight again.... It'd be temporary....
They tilt their head.
"... We... Do? It's Damien. It's me"
Did... He look that different?
Connie scoffed at such a statement finding himself laughing.......
" Your not Da-... Damien-" He emphasized " You can't be- your so- Different I mean sure you could pass as Jamie but not Damien "
They blink, a bit baffled.
"Connie, we are... Quite much paler than Jamie. I can assure we- I, am Damien."
" You are not Damien-...."
" You don't feel like him...."
They freeze for a while, face set in a puzzled expression.
Everyone else was able to recognize them.
"Connie, we understand you are farsighted, plus a few other things... But it should not affect you this much. You can ask the others, I am Damien"
" You are not Damien....." He replied firm in his ways..... " You can't be !.... Eyesight aside you don't FEEL like him..... you cant be him-"
They sighed, wincing.
No children around for once.
Perhaps this was better to do in Hell?
...
Definitely not. Too many variables. The people at the Lux were at least fixed and consistent.
They did not wish to admit what this was:
A method of energy conservation.
To admit it was to admit they needed to conservate energy.
Which truthfully they did. Because they got hurt. And refused to rest about it.
Their form shrinked, the disformed shadows giving way to a tall, overly pale young man, covered in bandages on his torso and arms, a few on his legs. And very chaotic hair.
They groaned, picking up a strand between their fingers, the thing half curled up.
Great... During all of this mess, they did not stop to take care of their hair's more natural shape... Now, back at looking as a "human" (more like a dead man really...) it had curled up again. It wasn't even a pretty, defined curl. Just this... Undecided mess.
They head to the bathroom to take care of it.
Ugh....... Connie woke up with what felt like a nasty hangover instinctively going to the bathroom to wash his face
He blinked seeing someone new where his dad was supposed to be..... Did he have a twin....?
Shit..... He stared at himself through the gaps Victor was going to be pissed .... He just straightened his hair
Damien turned to face Connie, electric blue and yellow eyes (Damien used to have sapphire blue and copper eyes...) staring back at his child.
"Oh, you are back, we see"
They were brushing their hair, wincing every now and then, but less now that Connie was around.
"Do you require anything, Connie?"
He stepped back still very confused
" Your talking like you know me- ".
He scoffed softly magicking his hair to be straight again.... It'd be temporary....
They tilt their head.
"... We... Do? It's Damien. It's me"
Did... He look that different?
Connie scoffed at such a statement finding himself laughing.......
" Your not Da-... Damien-" He emphasized " You can't be- your so- Different I mean sure you could pass as Jamie but not Damien "
They blink, a bit baffled.
"Connie, we are... Quite much paler than Jamie. I can assure we- I, am Damien."
" You are not Damien-...."
" You don't feel like him...."
They sighed, wincing.
No children around for once.
Perhaps this was better to do in Hell?
...
Definitely not. Too many variables. The people at the Lux were at least fixed and consistent.
They did not wish to admit what this was:
A method of energy conservation.
To admit it was to admit they needed to conservate energy.
Which truthfully they did. Because they got hurt. And refused to rest about it.
Their form shrinked, the disformed shadows giving way to a tall, overly pale young man, covered in bandages on his torso and arms, a few on his legs. And very chaotic hair.
They groaned, picking up a strand between their fingers, the thing half curled up.
Great... During all of this mess, they did not stop to take care of their hair's more natural shape... Now, back at looking as a "human" (more like a dead man really...) it had curled up again. It wasn't even a pretty, defined curl. Just this... Undecided mess.
They head to the bathroom to take care of it.
Ugh....... Connie woke up with what felt like a nasty hangover instinctively going to the bathroom to wash his face
He blinked seeing someone new where his dad was supposed to be..... Did he have a twin....?
Shit..... He stared at himself through the gaps Victor was going to be pissed .... He just straightened his hair
Damien turned to face Connie, electric blue and yellow eyes (Damien used to have sapphire blue and copper eyes...) staring back at his child.
"Oh, you are back, we see"
They were brushing their hair, wincing every now and then, but less now that Connie was around.
"Do you require anything, Connie?"
He stepped back still very confused
" Your talking like you know me- ".
He scoffed softly magicking his hair to be straight again.... It'd be temporary....
They tilt their head.
"... We... Do? It's Damien. It's me"
Did... He look that different?
Connie scoffed at such a statement finding himself laughing.......
" Your not Da-... Damien-" He emphasized " You can't be- your so- Different I mean sure you could pass as Jamie but not Damien "
They sighed, wincing.
No children around for once.
Perhaps this was better to do in Hell?
...
Definitely not. Too many variables. The people at the Lux were at least fixed and consistent.
They did not wish to admit what this was:
A method of energy conservation.
To admit it was to admit they needed to conservate energy.
Which truthfully they did. Because they got hurt. And refused to rest about it.
Their form shrinked, the disformed shadows giving way to a tall, overly pale young man, covered in bandages on his torso and arms, a few on his legs. And very chaotic hair.
They groaned, picking up a strand between their fingers, the thing half curled up.
Great... During all of this mess, they did not stop to take care of their hair's more natural shape... Now, back at looking as a "human" (more like a dead man really...) it had curled up again. It wasn't even a pretty, defined curl. Just this... Undecided mess.
They head to the bathroom to take care of it.
Ugh....... Connie woke up with what felt like a nasty hangover instinctively going to the bathroom to wash his face
He blinked seeing someone new where his dad was supposed to be..... Did he have a twin....?
Shit..... He stared at himself through the gaps Victor was going to be pissed .... He just straightened his hair
Damien turned to face Connie, electric blue and yellow eyes (Damien used to have sapphire blue and copper eyes...) staring back at his child.
"Oh, you are back, we see"
They were brushing their hair, wincing every now and then, but less now that Connie was around.
"Do you require anything, Connie?"
He stepped back still very confused
" Your talking like you know me- ".
He scoffed softly magicking his hair to be straight again.... It'd be temporary....
They sighed, wincing.
No children around for once.
Perhaps this was better to do in Hell?
...
Definitely not. Too many variables. The people at the Lux were at least fixed and consistent.
They did not wish to admit what this was:
A method of energy conservation.
To admit it was to admit they needed to conservate energy.
Which truthfully they did. Because they got hurt. And refused to rest about it.
Their form shrinked, the disformed shadows giving way to a tall, overly pale young man, covered in bandages on his torso and arms, a few on his legs. And very chaotic hair.
They groaned, picking up a strand between their fingers, the thing half curled up.
Great... During all of this mess, they did not stop to take care of their hair's more natural shape... Now, back at looking as a "human" (more like a dead man really...) it had curled up again. It wasn't even a pretty, defined curl. Just this... Undecided mess.
They head to the bathroom to take care of it.
Ugh....... Connie woke up with what felt like a nasty hangover instinctively going to the bathroom to wash his face
He blinked seeing someone new where his dad was supposed to be..... Did he have a twin....?
Shit..... He stared at himself through the gaps Victor was going to be pissed .... He just straightened his hair
