forum I’m really craving something supernatural huh // OxO // CLOSED!

Started January 06, 2020 by @GoblinKing

tune

(it's fine! Oof lol. Awwwww cute!)

Alex, sensing that he was no longer needed, began to drift away, having spotted an old friend in the crowd that he wanted to talk to.

Fraser nodded, watching Alex walk off. He pulled Danny close to him from a moment, placing a kiss on the top of his head before letting go. “Yeah, you’re loud enough, but trying to get the mic running wouldn’t hurt.”

“Fine, fine..” Danny grumbled, already beginning to sort out the different cords.

(Should we just skip to their set? It’ll be short, lmao, but I feel like that’s the best course of action)

(yeah sure!)

Alex was sitting with an old classmate, someone who had been one of his good friends. She was about a year older than him, and a few inches shorter. But he already knew that she'd be able to drink him under the table in a contest. She was here with her significant other, a gender fluid person who was currently using the pronouns of he/him.

“Good evening to my hoes, bros, and all those in between.” Danny purred into the microphone, finally deciding that it was worth using. “You may notice that we’re missing our drummer Ozzy tonight, so you’re stuck with me ‘n Fraser. Let’s get started, yeah?” Danny barked his last sentence, practically oozing confidence.

Alex smiled a little as he turned his attention to the stage, where Danny and Fraser were. His friend, Layla, was still talking quietly with her lover.

The couple was already in their first song, Danny’s voice a far cry from how he had been speaking just seconds before. It was no wonder his voice always sounded so awful, honestly- the boy couldn’t seem to stay away from snarling and snapping his lyrics. His stage presence was there, to be sure, he didn’t seem to sit still longer than half a measure.

Alex listened, and shook his head a little at the way Danny was treating his voice. He's going to destroy that voice sooner or later.

“Jesus fuck.” Fraser laughed a little bit at the end of Danny’s song, shaking his head. “Fuckin’ hell. Here’s what’s gonna go down- I’m gonna sing for a bit and let Danny shut the fuck up, alright?” He adjusted the height and placement of the mic to be better for him, quietly counting off the song and beginning to play. His own singing voice was much deeper than Danny’s, much less aggressive and feral.

Alex took a deep breath, taking a sip of his drink. He couldn't help but like Fraser's voice, but then again he liked Danny's voice just as well.

Danny’s fingers danced on the neck of his guitar, almost as if he were trying to sing through his playing. He went through a few more songs, finally piping up at the end of the fifth or so. “Alright, so. We ran out of original music, so, because we love you very much- we will be taking requests but only if it’s cool.” Danny specified, pushing his hair out of the way. A thin layer of sweat began to form on his skin, causing his hair to stick to his forehead.

(i might have to go soon, idk)
(also you know how Alex's curse is also sort of possession? I was thinking maybe he loses control of it at some point this evening if that's okay with you?)

Alex chuckled. "And what constitutes as cool?" he yelled out, making sure he could be heard over the noise of the crowd. He was laughing a little.

(alright, and yeah, that’d be good! i really like that idea actually, lmao!)

“You fucking know what cool music is!” Danny barked back, a wolfish and toothy grin on his face. “Gimme punk shit, man! Rock!”

(alright!)

"How about Taylor Swift?" called out Layla, Alex's friend. She was cackling even as she called it out. "Or…ooh! How about Justin Beiber!"
Alex was cackling too, remembering, now, why he and Layla had been such good friends.

Fraser nodded wisely, speaking up. “If this is just a roundabout way of asking us to play Wonderwall, the answer is yes, we will, but only after Danny gets drunk.”

“Oi, fuck you! Y’know, I can look out into this crowd and see that all of you are Rage Against the Machine fans, whether you know it or not. Here’s Sleep Now in the Fire.” Danny launched into the song, letting Fraser catch up on his own.

Alex laughed as Danny launched into the song, taking another sip of his drink. He ran a hand through his hair.

Danny seemed to have an inside amount of experience with this song, knowing exactly when his voice should morph into more of a scream. When the song was over, he mentally counted up how many they’d done so far. Five.

“Alright, we’re gonna take five to fifteen! When we come back expect another five or ten songs, yea?” Danny yapped, setting his guitar down. His hair was wild now, plastered to his forehead in some spots and sticking up in others. It worked on him, though.

Alex watched Danny with the faintest little smile, and drank the rest of his drink, shaking his head a little. Ayla and her date were laughing and talking together.

He combed his fingers through his hair, taking a seat on a stool and chatting with an audience member that had come up to them. Fraser was doing the same, although he seemed more on the defensive than Danny did.

Alex pressed his hand to his forehead. Shit. Shit. He could feel the curse rising now, could feel it churning and feel the mark on his back burning against his skin.

Danny waved to the audience member when they left, walking up to Fraser and sticking close.

Layla watched Alex worriedly. "You alright, dude?"
He swallowed hard. "Fine." He breathed. Please not now. He took a deep breath, hands pressed to his forehead still, trying to control the curse.

Danny caught eye of Alex in the crowd, tilting his head slightly. He elbowed Fraser. “I’ll be back in a few minutes, alright?”

Danny walked into the crowd, making his way through the throngs of people.

Alex got up, heading outside without a word, leaning on the outside wall and taking deep, measured breaths. His tattoo burned on his skin, and his eyes flickered, black shadows twisting inside as he fought to stay in control.

Danny was at the bar, chatting with a few patrons and the bartender. He downed a drink and glanced around the crowd, now trying to escape an uncomfortable conversation.

Alex gritted his teeth, letting out a soft whine as the mark burned more and the black began to take over his golden eyes. He pressed the heels of his hands to his forehead. "Stop stop stop stop stop stop stop." He whispered to himself. He leaned against the wall harder, body trembling.