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Corrupted @ipswitched

Glancing away, he smirks "It always feels good, you know. The idiot son's are afraid of this feeling. We should be embracing it!" He, of course, would preach such. But he didn't think he was in the wrong, now did he? Chase brings his hands together, "Control is a killer. Power is what opened my eyes to these wrongs inflicted on me, my family. This deep chasm of unfairness that once's engulfed us. Embracing it- instead of fearing it. Makes it fucking better!"

Enemies to Lovers meme

Cold blue green eyes pierced down toward the other, Chase was levitating just a few inches above the other. Something about being above the other just amused him. As the other pleaded his eyes sparked, fire lighting outward “Don’t leave!  I can’t bare it!” He mocked the other, his tone chilling. A serious look came over his face then and he decided to play Lestat “Give your soul to me, for eternity.”  The little imp leaned toward Lestat at the waist, his arms crossed over his chest “Pledge to me your damned life!”  Pulling up then the serious look broke and he laughed, dropping to the ground and shook his head “Don’t be so pathetic, Lestat.” Obviously he had been joking, before. Though he considered still leaving, he wanted to stick around a moment longer, if only to toy with the other. “I am going now,  continue begging though. It’s hilarious!”

PROMPTS FOR A LITTLE JEALOUSY

“And why wouldn't you be jealous? Look at me. I'm firstly, fucking hot. Secondly, extremely powerful. Thirdly, entertaining as fuck.” He pointed at Caleb “Look at him.” Flicking a hand he sent the other flying several feet away “Gone. No more competition. So. -Wait wait, you're supposed to be jealous of me, that's right?" He pauses, narrowing his eyes “You're you in love with Caleb!? Gross! Are you okay?” Waving his hand up and down he lifted Caleb into the air, and sent the other right back down into it. “Did you know he can't even ascend by himself? Pathetic. He needs my help to do that, lame, right?”

life-threatening situations...

send (gust) for our muses to be huddling in a tornado shelter during a storm together

It was his fault, he couldn't stop it though. Chase stared up at the sky, raging with thunder, rain spraying in a spiral around him, he narrowed his eyes as the lighting cut through the near pitch black sky above. He let his emotions get the best of him, again. That's where most of these storms around here, started. Ever since he first came into the power, these dark clouds had haunted him. Every step of the way, with each time he was cast out. Mistreated, it would start out small, but the storm grew with him.

Chase closed his eyes wondering when it would consume him, if it could. He had felt it before, that brief presence of death as he burned from Caleb's shoving him into a ring of fire. Exhaling, the burns that now littered his skin from that fight, showing as the glamour pulled away with the wind as it began to form into what was to become a deadly tornado. All because of him. He had stopped asking for forgiveness along time ago, for these things. It just was, what it was. The Power demanded it of him, and the sacrifices that came with it. He had needed more of it, that was all. Perhaps, he had supposed, if he had more, he could finally be full.

He turned away then, moving toward the shelter, narrowing his eyes on the other before laughing “What are you huddled up for? You think it's going to come after you? With me standing here.” Leaning in toward the other, he looked so smug “Cute.” Lifting a hand up, expressively, dramatically, he pressed his index finger to the others forehead “But you don't have to worry about it, not while I'm around. I'm blessed.”

✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺.

He grimaced. Not sure what heart there was left to break with him. he had grown up, once happy, now aware of all that was wrong with it. There was always something wrong, with it. Why he was different from other children, why his parents never felt...like his. It didn't occur to him till his first ascent with The Power, that he wasn't like them. When that happened, of course, it broke him in a way. How could it not have? It made him aware that he wasn't like the others around him. He was aware of what he was losing by not knowing who he was. Why him?

When the answer came, however, it wasn't with curiosity. It was with anger. The unfairness of his separation is apparent. Someone, somewhere, did this too him intentionally. It broke his heart. No. Shattered it, and something darker ate those pieces over a short period of time. Very short. Rolling his jaw a bit, Chase glanced to one side “What heart, though? I lost mine a while ago.” He then answered, not sure what else to say “It's already been broken.”

Chase stiffened a little bit, not realizing the other had been there. He grinned before turning his head, wet from the cold night and rainy weather. He had nowhere else to go, and was too obsessed to be anywhere else but here, planning revenge. Chase clicked his tongue a little, saying, “What, my anger isn't keeping me warm enough?” Raising his hands, he looked over himself, just glad he wasn't wearing the burnt clothes he was found in some time ago. That stuff did reek. But now, he was seen as a dead man by the entire world, which made access to his accounts pretty difficult. On top of being a missing person considered dead, and a rumored murderer, his life was slowly starting to get back to normal. His powers had even started coming back now that he wasn't weakened by the nearly burning to death on a rainy night similar to this one. Chase grins “I'm living my best life. See.” He looked like a wet rat that just crawled out of a sewer.

❥    𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒   [   𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂    ]  

Looking up from his book Chase stares absently for a moment, before his eyes move toward the window, staring out it into the snow falling. He noticed that it wasn't the same. Not like when he had been a kid. Before....everything bad started to happen. Now with all these burn scars, the changes in the weather, created by him or not, there was a sensation, sometimes a pain that came to his magically 'gifted' wounds. Swallowing, he closed his book and turned to look at Miharu. Placing the book to the side onto a table he gave an angsty little sigh to what she said "Well you can't, you'll get bed sores after a while, you know." Especially where they were, the cold could last for a while. Dropping his gaze to his hands as he brought them together, bending at the waist and resting his arms on his legs, he could feel it, that weird sensation.

𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 🔁 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬.

Setting the bottle he just finished off on a trash can, Chase took a few steps back from it, lifting a piece of pipe he had found while just doing his usual meandering about as if he were some sort of ghost in Ipswich since his been 'banished' and somehow escape from the portal of fire...or hell, he was cast into. The teenager swung the pipe, shattering it to pieces. All Caleb had to do was give him his Power. That was it. It would have been so easy. But seeing these four guys living a life so... harmoniously together. While he was given nothing but hardship.

Confusion on whom, or even what, he was. All because of an incident that did not involve him. They served as nothing more but a reminder of what their families had done to him. To his father. To anyone else who had to suffer the same fate because of one. Twirling the pipe in his hand, he knew they weren't sorry for it. From the moment he met them. None of them knew, even, he would come to find out. That just made him angrier. But it served as no excuse "I could have been a great leader...I could have-" Moving the pipe over, he pointed it toward Caleb "Done so much better than you. And all you had to do was apologize. But, instead...I have to resort to stealing." Chase pulled his free hand, the burned one. Wisps of something magical swirling around it " All you had to do, was fucking listen to me!" A smirk playfully formed on his burn-scared face.

"So thank you for reminding me of what I really am. Always your enemy. That's all my family is to any of you. So why shouldn't I be?" A ball of fire suddenly struck up, before he was pulling his arm back and throwing it like a baseball at Caleb "We don't have to be what our ancestors told us we were, we can be better, more powerful!" To Chase, the others had forced him to this point. Not just the four themselves, but their families, too. Dropping his right hand down, he swirled it, the earth beneath it swirling along with his motion. To no one in particular, Chase continued "I'll stop this curse, by myself. Don't worry, Golden Boy. I know it's hard to realize you're the villain. Trust me..."