#onephoenix

“Gavin, thank you for being the biggest light in my life… and for saving me from the darkness.”

Jeremy has been consumed by his blood magic, and Gavin pays the price.

King Gavin commission for onephoenix

(holy shit finally.)

Ray shoved his hands in the front pocket of the hoodie. Damn, he was swimming in it. "I'm really appreciative of this.. of making sure I'm not dead.. mr.. uh.." 

"Joel." The man responded. "Just... call me Joel. You might be a kid, but you're too old to be calling me 'Mr.' anything." Joel then stuck out his tongue at the thought of being called 'mr.' 

"Yeah. I really do appreciate it, Joel." Ray's eyes were trained on the floor. Feeling awkward and embarrassed about his situation. "Is there anyway I--" 

Joel waved him off. "Ah. No. Not yet. Just don't kill me and we should be fine." He patted the empty seat on the other end of the couch. "Just sit down so we can have a chat though. There are some thing we should probably talk about." 

Ray's focus was on the gun, not the man, so the next thing he knew was that he was getting pelted in the face with this own clothes. The smelled of fresh detergent. Not the dirt smell that he remembered them previously having. 

He pulled them off his face, "Did... did you wash these?" 

The man plopped back down on the couch with a groan. "Yep. They were all covered in blood an dirt. Kind of like you. Although, with all the rips and stuff, I'm not sure you'll want to wear them." 

Ray held the shirt in front of them. It looked like a crazed stranger had taken scissors to them. Slashes up and down, in rows of three or four. 

His jean shorts seemed to be intact though.

Ray hauled his ass to the bathroom where clothed himself with his shorts and underwear. There wasn't any point in wearing the shirt. Even if the house was freezing cold. 

Maybe. 

MAAAYYYYBE. 

Depends on how the story goes.