#hcsuffered

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Mark was certainly a curious soul. Damien was keenly aware of how he tried to push others away, or put up a wall to keep a distance between himself and anyone else, but he had noticed something else. Mark was not the vindictive type. The distance seemed more like a defensive measure than anything else. After all, Mark had plenty of reasons to stop talking to Damien, and possibly several more to justify why rejecting Damien's offer would be entirely reasonable.

But, the offer was instead mulled over, and ultimately accepted. That, if anything, was a positive development.

Leaning to the left to partially rest his weight on the desk, Damien chuckled. "I am sure you know that such a 'requirement' for friendship is not something that is necessary outside of school. Many people are unable to speak with their friends regularly, and it does not - and should not - hinder their friendship. I do not think it necessary for people to meet a 'quota' in order to be in my 'good books'."

Kharon tilts his head acknowledging that someone or something was there, the blindfold over his eyes only concealing what they looked like.

"I wouldn't touch the blood, it's acidic." He says far too casually for someone who was currently covered in said blood.

Most of it drips in thick lines from his elbows down to his fingertips. The rest was pooling at his feet where someone used to be, though prior they were hardly human. Simply a hollow husk which was being used by something else to commit atrocities. The only way to remove the parasite was to basically liquefy the host, which was the cause of the mess currently all around and on the Ferryman.

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For once, he’s not in the forest.

Someways up the mountain where his cave is, on the other side of some stone cliffs overlooking the meadow the belt of trees and shrubbery that separates it from the distant road is a little cottage. A witch’s winter home. And every year at the start of the winter season, the Nightcaller makes his way up the steep crags to lay in the field behind her home. He lays in the wildflowers, watching the wild deer and the birds as they come to the edge of the lake to sip from water so clear, the fish that live in the deepest part of it are still visible even from the very edge of the bank. It’s a necessary trip. One to help maintain himself as he makes an attempt to hibernate through the coldest part of the season.

And this time, he’s brought Mark with him!

SALEM. A town that had been scattered with secrets, lies and disappearances. Though few had resided in it, it was surely intriguing enough to stay...

Alaric was exhausted - small cases of incidents had sprouted up within the town and yet all his energy dissipated just from examining the documents that littered his desk, ever since those damn blackouts had occurred, he couldn't really focus much on anything else.

Fingers dragged down on pale, rough skin as Alaric took to the office bathroom, meeting his skin with the warm water as to at least keep his mind awake, Large eyes bloodshot with the sleepless nights, this called for a drink... But then again? When did it ever not?

With a large sigh that escaped his plump lips, he stood and fixated upon his visage for a while in the mirror, mind scrambling through everything that had happened a few weeks prior, the perplexity of it all, still harbouring something sinister within...This was surely Hell.

'You look like hell....' Came the same, familiar, venomous voice that infected and invaded his very being, that voice that had spoken to him, the sarcasm had dripped every time it disturbed the silence in his head, and so fucking condescending - Yet Alaric was in the dark, having no recollection of anything but visions and flashes of what may of happened since the massacre.

Every once in awhile, Yuki would have a bad day, where everything felt like too much. Where it felt like everyone was screaming their emotions right in his face, and he couldn't block it out like he normally could. For months, he'd been able to avoid it.

It was only a matter of time before it happened again.

Yuki had left his house out of pure necessity, his head aching and his emotions raw. He felt like a string being tuned tighter and tighter until it was bound to snap. But he needed food, and maybe a drink. Something strong.

He didn’t notice who he sat by when he entered the bar, rubbing his temples as he ordered a drink. Until he happened to recognize the feeling, and didn’t even have to look over to know.