Kane Frost

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It's despicable, really, but the young man goes out for candy and winds up with a young woman in his arms, murmuring sweet things against his lips, making him smile. She likes to run her hands over his stomach, likes the noises he makes when she's riding him slow, likes his breathless laughter. He's caring enough to ask her if he's hurting her, to kiss her on the neck and breathe her in, to tell her she's beautiful even though she felt so vulnerable, naked and straddling him. She could do this all night long with the perfect stranger and she does.

In the morning he's combing his hand through her long, blonde, silky hair, whispering to her things that would have made her laugh and press her hand against his chest, and he holds her cold, dead body in his arms.

So...

Today's been... great.

Yeah.

Fantastic.

OHMYGODITHINKEVERYONEKNOWS

[Voicemail message for Tyki]
"TYKI ARE YOU THERE I NEED HELP I THINK I think I killed someone NOT LIKE ON PURPOSE BUT ohmygod I THINK SHE'S DEAD I DON'T KNOW she said she'd show me a nice time and then-"*beep*

She was scared. She said it was gonna be her first time.

She didn't know if she wanted it or not. I don't know either sometimes, so I understand.

At the end of the day, I just couldn't do it.

Sometimes I think if people knew who or what I really was, they wouldn't want to buy my paintings anymore, and not just that but they wouldn't want to have anything to do with me, and I don't really mind because I can't really blame them because I don't think I would like me either if I knew who or what I really was, not that I don't but I think most people don't know, and I don't mean to lie but there's no way I could just tell them that I'm not human or that I'm supposed to be something else because they'll think I'm crazy, and they wouldn't want to associate themselves with me not because I'm not human but because I'm crazy, and that's kind of a lie too because I think I'm quite sane and I'm telling the truth when I say I'm not human even though no one would believe me, and it's not right of them to make any assumptions either but maybe being crazy is easier for everyone else to accept than the simple truth that no one actually really knows anything about the world they live in and who they're living with, of course in a metaphorical sense because I live in my apartment alone but we're sharing the same planet and the same plane of existence and maybe by that token they have the right to know, and it's not fair not to tell them, but sometimes you don't tell people things because you think that it's better if they didn't know the truth, and it's not that you're selfish but sometimes you want to protect them.

Right?

[Backdated to Tuesday]
Whoever's messing with me, could you please stop? I really need to... go to... get supplies. I'm sorry...

Tyki, did you delete Angry Birds off my iPod...?

I wasn't ignoring you, I swear.

Hawaii!!! I'm excited! I haven't been in ages and it'll be just like old times!

Tyki have you packed yet? And stop taking out my clothes from my suitcase; I don't need a tan...

*It's not unusual to hear screams coming from Kane's apartment. In fact, it happened so often that one might find it almost suspicious. This scream is a little different - he starts screaming and it doesn't stop until the neighbours come knocking on the door and are surprised to find a dishevelled young man in place of a damsel in distress.*


OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOALGJ;ADJOADLFKJALFGNAGL

*He doesn't say no to Tyki even after he bleeds out on his own bed, slipping into unconsciousness, squished between another incubus and the mattress. He doesn't know if it's because he doesn't want to, or that he simply can't. What he knows is that there's a girl he doesn't know bound and writhing next to him when he wakes up after four days, and Tyki's watching, and it's purposefully awkward but he gets on with it anyway, because he needs the energy to at least drag himself to the bathroom and take a six-hour long shower to stop feeling dirty.*


Tyki that was really mean. I don't watch you when you eat

I made you dinner, if you're coming home tonight.

*After secretly indulging in too many hours of Plants vs. Zombies, Kane leaves the apartment to stock up on paints and comes back a few hours later to do some actual work. He leaves a set of car keys in Tyki's mailbox while he's out - there's a petite brunette girl in the boot of her own car just outside of his apartment - because he said he was hungry and Kane can't do much better than that. There's a couple of fresh scratches on his arm to show for it, but nothing too serious - just another day planting Pea Shooters and Wall-Nuts, fighting zombie- err, fighting hunger...*

I feel bloated and I think I'm gonna puke Can you overdose from breakfast cereal?

Mmmf this Greek project is harder than I thought. I've made something but I don't like it. Tried to start another one and all I've done is stared and stared and stared at a blank canvas.

Going out with Tyki now. I think he's mad at me...

Greek mythology seems interesting. I think this project will be kinda fun.

I can't sleep. Still getting nightmares from that puppet show.

The chalkboard! I keep forgetting about it...

[To Aim]
I have to leave for a while, sir. I'll let you know when I get back.

( 1sentence challenge; 10 from Delta set )

Thanks for the gifts... Did I miss some holiday?

[To Aim]
I think you left some of your gold coins behind, sir. I'm keeping it safe in my house until you come back for them. But please come back soon - I'm a painter, not a storage warehouse manager.

Someone broke into my house and left a human heart in my fridge or at least I think it's human but I don't know because I've never seen a human heart before except in pictures or television but it kinda looks like what's in the pictures and on television but I don't know how they would know what a human heart looks like unless they've seen one before and it's really gross and-

...

[To Aim]
Sir did you put a heart in my fridge?

I'm okay. I think.


*After spending five hours blushing furiously and squealing and tripping over things and bumping into people and being propositioned and having his butt grabbed and squeezed by scary men and women and couples, Kane almost trips over himself running out of the sex shop with a massive black bag.

He knocks on the door and leaves it outside dominatrixmistressbossladything Naamah's place. When she answers it, the incubus is nowhere to be seen.*