11-08-2015, 09:26 PM
He was now lost in a daze, perhaps a bit high from the spells or rather curse, done on him. He tried to speak, but found himself having a hard time. As the figure known as Alex did the impossible, turning intangible and now raising Corbin through the air as he felt a grip or force hold him in place, a shade of red energy left his body. It took the shape of a heart and then vanished upon Alex's will. He may not have known it then, but something was missing from him, perhaps replaced with another.
"No...wait..." He could finally speak when everything was done and the white rose landed back on him upon falling. The curse was done on him and said Alex said, no force could undo it. Whether he had known it or not, Alex could not even lift the curse enacted on him in case there was a feeling of guilt down the line. With the way Alex was becoming however, it was highly unlikely he would seeing as his own curse was probably going to make him more of a monster. "What if I...die?"
He dragged himself back to the frathouse, the male more spooked than usual as he held the white rose. This just had to be some bad dream right? He was hoping it was just because of the drugs and alcohol he filled himself with for the day. They usually made him trip out worse than that. One time, he believed zombies were real and went on a slight panic spree throughout the school, though nobody could tell since it was Halloween that time. He set the rose on his desk and crashed on his bed.
When he awoke the next morning, it was like a usual hangover. His definition of a hangover at least. His body felt way off balance and when his feet planted on to the wooden floor, a huge wave of nausea mixed with a migraine hit him. He tried to fight it at first, but when his mouth began to salivate a bit too much, he was in the bathroom releasing everything he down the night before out into the toilet. He groaned sickeningly when he assumed it was all over and began to brush his teeth only after taking some aspirin with ginger ale. When he exited, he noticed the white rose resting on the desk. He looked down at his foot and noticed the pricked skin was still present. Maybe it was just a dream after all.
The day was sunny to say the least. He avoided breakfast except for a banana and went out into the cool morning only after getting fully dressed, of which when he placed his t-shirt on, it made his chest feel extremely funny. Just because it was the weekend after the final game, Sunday to be exact, it did not mean school was over. He had some papers to work on.
He would spend his time attempting to put some finishing touches on the paper for that day, but frankly, he just felt really off balance. He threw the hood to the hoodie he wore over his face as he attempted to sleep on the third floor in the library.
(Feel free to think of something to do to him ^^)
"No...wait..." He could finally speak when everything was done and the white rose landed back on him upon falling. The curse was done on him and said Alex said, no force could undo it. Whether he had known it or not, Alex could not even lift the curse enacted on him in case there was a feeling of guilt down the line. With the way Alex was becoming however, it was highly unlikely he would seeing as his own curse was probably going to make him more of a monster. "What if I...die?"
He dragged himself back to the frathouse, the male more spooked than usual as he held the white rose. This just had to be some bad dream right? He was hoping it was just because of the drugs and alcohol he filled himself with for the day. They usually made him trip out worse than that. One time, he believed zombies were real and went on a slight panic spree throughout the school, though nobody could tell since it was Halloween that time. He set the rose on his desk and crashed on his bed.
When he awoke the next morning, it was like a usual hangover. His definition of a hangover at least. His body felt way off balance and when his feet planted on to the wooden floor, a huge wave of nausea mixed with a migraine hit him. He tried to fight it at first, but when his mouth began to salivate a bit too much, he was in the bathroom releasing everything he down the night before out into the toilet. He groaned sickeningly when he assumed it was all over and began to brush his teeth only after taking some aspirin with ginger ale. When he exited, he noticed the white rose resting on the desk. He looked down at his foot and noticed the pricked skin was still present. Maybe it was just a dream after all.
The day was sunny to say the least. He avoided breakfast except for a banana and went out into the cool morning only after getting fully dressed, of which when he placed his t-shirt on, it made his chest feel extremely funny. Just because it was the weekend after the final game, Sunday to be exact, it did not mean school was over. He had some papers to work on.
He would spend his time attempting to put some finishing touches on the paper for that day, but frankly, he just felt really off balance. He threw the hood to the hoodie he wore over his face as he attempted to sleep on the third floor in the library.
(Feel free to think of something to do to him ^^)