DAMIEN

Hm… it looks like Damien wants to fight a bit longer. Kenny is very interested to fight back until the other yields. He watched Damien refuse to take Kenny’s hands and the eldritch snorts at the reaction he’s receiving. He never expected Damien to be such a sore loser.

“Doll… there was no real harm comin’ to you with this betrayal. I was just playin’ the game– you ain’t a lesser; I swear.” Oh no… seems his words are going unheard. “Okay, I’ll come with you.” Kenny doesn’t actually need to grab a jacket. His skin is able to keep warmth in the coldest of temperatures. 

“Eh?? Whoa, whoa, whoa– fuck you talkin’ about bein’ ugly and fat? Damien, hang on; you’re not fat or ugly. I’m sorry, that I make you feel like that. Right now and in this fuckin’ moment– you’re so fuckin’ gorgeous. You’re the best person to have come into my life.” He tries to reassure and comfort Damien. “I’m obsessed with you. You’re mine.”

“I was deemed LESSER enough to kill off in the BEGINNING of the round,” he pointed out with a snarl and kicked Kenny’s shoes away. “No. Stay home, you’re not following me.” Stupid ass.

“When I get back, you’re not going to fucking RECOGNISE M-” 

Damien stills, offense growing on his face as he slowly turned to Kenny. “...You want to fucking die? I never SAID that I WAS fat. Or. UGLY-” He hissed between throwing shoes at his fiancé. Damien knew that wasn’t what Kenny meant, but he was petty and still pissed over losing a game. He didn’t want to be reassured right now. He didn’t want to be pacified with compliments and devotion-- but fuck it was working. Damien’s ire was beginning to dwindle and just to be extra spiteful, he aimed a shoe right at the espresso machine on the kitchen counter. 

“Don’t you try and get cute by using logic with me-- what happened to ‘I’ll always save you for last, babe’?” he mocked, mimicking Kenny’s voice. “That Judas kiss BULLSHIT. I expect this from Michael, but not from you. YOU KISS ME EVERY ROUND- HOW IS THAT EVEN A WARNING?”

Damien is, unfortunately, in a full blown fit now. Worked himself up into a proper bitch fit and he doesn’t care how ridiculous it is. He was always a sore loser.

It’s truly amazing that Kenny’s survived as long as he has. His reputation is known for reckless behavior all throughout South Park. Even more shocking to know he’s got motivation to continue living. In short; Kenny is living for Karen.

The beloved youngest McCormick  was the first to move out of the family home. All expenses paid and more; but she would need to move from America to England. Out of everyone in the home; Kenny was the most heartbroken about his sister’s departure. Not because he loves Karen… but because she protected Kenny in her own ways.

When she leaves, Kenny crashes hard. Dead blue eyes only shining with the helpful push of alcohol or drugs. It’s the only time Kenny’s able to be coaxed into anything intimate with anyone. Until his mind replaying disgusting memories: “Kenny… you’re the man of the house.” Then he’s sick to his stomach.

Just when he felt he was pushed to the edge; Karen calls with a request.

-

“Kare bear, this ain’t a good time. ‘M outside this place about to head in for an interview.”

“That’s what I’m calling you about. I can’t keep up with studies and my nanny gig. So– I recommended you. Wait, wait! Before you say anything– they can book the flight and cover meals.”

“Fuck. I dunno Kare; I ain’t much of a babysitter.”

“Are you joking? Please, say you are. This is an opportunity you don’t just throw away!”

-

He didn’t need more convincing to leave South Park. A change could be something to motivate him to enjoy life. He takes the flight.

From his bedroom, Damien stared out the window towards the front gates. Today was a special day, as he would meet the new nanny; a college student that was recommended by his last nanny. 

If Damien were to wager a guess, it had to be a friend or a family member who was desperate for money. Already, he didn’t like them. No one can replace Karen McCormick; the only nanny he’d ever known to actually CARE for him, even going so far as to keep him in line with honest to God DISCIPLINE. She never forced him to stray from his daily routine or to eat what he didn’t want to. All the others before her utterly paled in comparison, always looking for ways to disrupt his days whenever his Father’s back was turned, their treatment of him always deteriorating into neglect. He was still so upset at being forced to let her go. He would miss her.

Still, her parting wish to him was to be good so he will. For her, if nothing else. 

The door to his bedroom opened and his Father walked in with his afternoon dose of medications. 

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 The new nanny arrives at quarter past two that afternoon. Damien is left waiting in the parlor seated in his chair while his father and beau go to greet them, give them the tour. Whatever they do for introductions for the new ones.

Soon enough, his father joins him and starts fussing over him; asking if his head still hurt, how was he feeling, is he thirsty. Really, all he wanted was to go back to his routine and get the introductions over with.

The beau makes his appearance, sliding up to his father’s side as if he belonged and the adults both turn to the doorway. 

Finally. Damien’s back straightens, a moody interest alight in his eyes as he finally gets to see the new nanny.

“Damien, this is Kenny McCormick. He’s Karen’s brother, isn’t that great?”

Dark eyes meet blue before they trail down to take the blond in fully. He has to be a good boy. HAS TO. So instead of asking if he was adopted like he wanted, because there’s little to no resemblance between the apparent siblings, he politely bows his head in greeting. “’llo.”

“You’re a fuckin’ asshole.” Kenny says, knowing fully well what Damien is up to when he holds his hand up. The smallest flames come to Kenny’s anklet and the smell of burnt fabric and plastic makes Kenny’s nose wrinkle.

Getting down on one knee to smother the small flames… His skin does have the ability to withstand some heat, but he wasn’t completely immune to burns.

“You’re fuckin’ up the carpet. Stop it. I hate when people have to come in here to repair shit.” He grumps lightly. ’”They act so fuckin’ shocked to see my cage after bein’ nosey.”

Damien stops with a soft huff and roll of his eyes. “Love, you’re still the only one in this house that cares of what the help think.”

He stares down at a mark on the carpet and rubs at it with his shoe, seeing if it would magically erase itself. When it didn’t, he couldn’t help swallowing in anticipation of Michael’s reaction to more damage in their home. According to their witch; just because they could afford it doesn’t mean they could fuck their home... apparently.

Maybe he could get away with throwing Kenny under the bus? They were still upset that the only reason why the blond was even home was because of House Arrest, after all. 

         “No idea what you’re talking about.”

He says that, and yet Damien had soup smeared across his forehead like some backwards baptism and Michael smelled like a delicious winery. 

Despite himself, Damien snickers and wipes the soup off with a napkin. The denial was funny to him because wasn’t the ‘first step’ admitting that you had a problem? Hilarious.

                   “No, you’re the chosen one.”

“YOUNG MAN, please, respect the law. I committed the crime and gotta serve the time,” He tries his best to mimic the judge who laid his judgement on Kenny. Yes, the judge was paid handsomely.  Agreements have been made with the Mayor AND Thorn Company. Gotta love making connections!

Kenny steps back to attempt to protect his monitoring anklet. He can’t get it replaced and more time added for mischief. 

“My PO hates us enough; quit it!”

His brows arch up, as if to say Oh REALLY? and his eyes flick down to the anklet he knows is hiding beneath that pant leg. He brings his hand up with a smirk on his face and with a snap of his fingers, a small burst of flames like a firecracker goes after the anklet. The bursts leave behind small scorch marks on the carpet and the floor, but it wasn’t like anyone minded since they could always just buy more anyway.

Dips his thumb into the soup and smears the contents some soup  on  Damien’s  forehead. Someone got  into  the  liquid grapes cabinet.

                 “Siiiimba.”

“....”