Spoiler: OOC note This is a closed RP for @artistformerlyknownasdave and @TheOwlet ! Per the tag, RP will be NSFW and have 18+ themes. CWs include but are not limited to: Death, Blood, Vomit, Dubcon, Alcoholism. More may be added later. They were really doing this. Well. For a certain value of “real,” anyway. This was fake as shit, the kind of thing fourteen year olds do during sleepovers when they have too much time and too little supervision. Asher and Lily hadn’t been fourteen for a long time, but he figured the creeping late-night boredom felt pretty similar. He glanced over at Lily, kneeling on the floor squinting at diagrams marked on yellowed pages. The circle they were supposed to be drawing was ridiculously complex. It probably required some kind of fancy-ass graphmaking degree to understand. As it was, they’d been at it for hours, drawing and erasing chalk marks on the wooden floor of Asher’s apartment. “Hand me the protractor,” Lily said, holding her hand out. “And start setting out those candles.” Asher stood up, passing her the protractor. “Does the exact angle really matter that much?” “What?” Lily snorted. “Scared something might actually happen if we do it right? Don’t be a bitch.” “I’m not scared,” Asher snapped, grabbing a grocery bag full of black candles. They had like seven hundred of the things, it was absurd. He rolled his eyes and started setting them out around the circle. “Actually, that’s a lie. Your anal rententiveness is terrifying. You should see someone.” Lily flipped him off, marking off the last section of the circle. While Asher tried his best to match the placement of the candles to the frankly insane diagrams in the book, Lily stood and went to rummage around in his kitchen. She returned a few moments later with a hot plate and a small pot, plugging it in and setting it in the center of the circle. “That is so fucking stupid,” Asher muttered, pretending not to notice the sharp look Lily gave him. She’d wanted to sacrifice a whole ass live chicken in his apartment. With feathers and shit! And now she was being all bitter and sulky about having to sacrifice a lobster instead. Oh fucking well. Next time they could summon Baphomet or whatever at her place. Once the water started to boil, Lily went into the kitchen to grab their delicious virgin sacrifice and instructed Asher to start lighting the candles. He glanced at the clock as he went around the circle. New moon, high tide. Obnoxious as she was, he had to admit Lily’s sense of timing was spot on. And in the flickering light of the candles, it was starting to feel less like a ridiculous farce. Some part of him was nervous, excited. Not scared—fuck you, Lily—but eager. He flicked off the lights in the living room when Lily came back with the lobster. They both sat down on opposite sides of the circle and looked at each other. “Do you have your sacrifice?” Lily asked, arching an eyebrow. The planes of her face seemed to shift oddly in the candlelight. “Yup.” Asher reached into his jeans pocket and fished out a crumpled piece of paper. It was a composition of his. Not one he’d miss; it was tryhard garbage without anything to say. Lily grinned at him and started reciting the...incantation or whatever, as she lowered the lobster into the boiling pot of water. She’d memorized this bit so she wouldn’t have to glance at the book while committing shellfish murder. It was stupid bullshit, something about dedicating this to those who lurk in the deep beyond or some shit. Asher mostly tuned it out. He wiped his hands on his pant legs. His palms must be super sweaty or something; they were clammy and wet. Gross. Once her lobster was thoroughly sacrificed, Lily turned to Asher and nodded at him. He leaned forward, holding the paper over one of the larger candles. The ink on the paper was starting to smudge and smear; were his palms really that wet? It burnt all the same, and Lily picked up the book to read the rest of the incantation. It was longer than any spooky spell had a right to be, and Asher had to fight the urge to say something stupid while she read. It had started raining during some point, even though the forecast had called for clear skies. Oh well. Weather was imprecise, and Asher had gotten used to the constant fucking rain here. It definitely added another level of ambiance to the whole affair, too. The sound seemed to insulate them from the rest of the world, as Lily read increasingly strange lines of text. He wasn’t sure how she pronounced some of the words. The candlelight didn’t seem to go as far as it had; leaving the impression that they were doing this in a black void instead of his living room. It was easy enough to brush it off as a runaway imagination, and Asher was too focused on watching Lily read to notice the wax on the candles starting to drip upwards. Eventually, Lily finished reading and closed the book. The air was thick with tension as they looked at each other from across the circle, waiting for something to happen. The longer they waited, the more aware Asher became that they were just some idiot kids fucking around with candles and drawing on the floor. What was he expecting to happen? Had he really let himself get caught up in all this stupid nonsense? When Lily started to snicker, he followed suit. God. So ridiculous. Asher was about to stand when the candles blew out. The room plunged into a darkness so complete he couldn’t see his hand in front of his face, as though all the lights in the city had gone off. “Lily? I—” Asher gasped. There was a sudden, wrenching pain deep inside him, like icy fingers were twisting around his organs. Lily fumbled her phone out of her pocket and managed to turn the flashlight on just in time to see Asher’s eyes roll up into his head as he collapsed on the floor in a heap. He—oh, god. He had to be fucking with her, right? Had to be. “Asher, this isn’t funny, so just...” The words died in her throat as she watched his back arch and muscles spasm at unnatural angles. Oh god. This was her fault, somehow, she’d killed her baby brother. Lily scrambled to her feet, rushing to Asher’s side. She reached for his shoulder—you’re supposed to roll someone onto their side when they seize, right?—and gasped when she felt a sharp pain, a frozen dagger sliding between her ribs.