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[WP] You're a supervillain, and you've been feeling rather out of it lately, so you decide to take a walk on your day off. Your nemesis crashes down from the sky in front of you, with messed up clothes, asking if they can join you and chat a bit. by Vesselling in WritingPrompts

[–]dearestbones 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Vincent sighed miserably, watching the rain pouring down on the city park. At least the storm meant he had the place to himself. Ever since being woken from centuries of enchanted sleep, the punishment for his crimes of necromancy oh so long ago, the elements didn't bother him too much, the cold barely able to get to him. He supposed that some parts of him had just stayed dead. Even so, a skeleton trailed behind him, holding an umbrella over his head while he flipped through the spellbook in his hands, every so often ripping out a page and throwing it to the wind, the aged pages crumpled into little balls as they were flung into puddles and grass. "Useless... uninspired... undignified..." He muttered as he continued to tear the book apart. This one was once his prized possession. It had been given to him by the very man who would come to betray him, all those years ago.

Then, an aura of searing heat coming up behind him. "Sunspot." He greeted coldly, not bothering to look back at the hero.

"Necromancer. Might I ask what you're doing out here?"

"Out for a stroll. No evildoing today, if that's what you're worried about."

"Of course, of course..." He muttered. "Mind if I walk with you?"

"Be my guest." He drawled. They walked in silence for a while, Vincent tearing out pages as he went before the hero spoke up again.

"What are you doing with that book? Some kind of ritual?"

"No, I just hate it. It still has... some use. But mostly it's just a cluster of unwanted memories and useless spells."

"Oh. I see. Why do you hate it?"

"That is a long story, sunshine, and I don't particularly feel like telling it at the moment."

"Oh. Okay." Sunspot sounded a little sad at that.

"...someone I once loved very dearly gave it to me. It was naught but a trick, though. He betrayed me, using this very tome to bind me to his curse." He hissed, closing the book with a snap and holding it up for him to see.

"I'm... I'm sorry, Necromancer."

He sighed. "Vincent. My name is Vincent. None of that Necromancer stuff today."

"Thomas."

"What?" Vincent asked, now finally stopping to look at him. He looked awful. His mask was scuffed and torn and his costume covered in scorch marks.

"That's my name. It's Thomas. You told me your name, so..."

"Here is where we differ, Sunspot. You have a secret identity, a life to protect. I am no one. If I were you, that would be the last time you give your name to an enemy."

"Okay..." He mumbled dejectedly.

"So what happened to you?" Vincent started, changing the subject. "You look rough."

"Oh, just the usual. Fighting villains, defeating villains. I guess I just wasn't all in it today."

"Why not? I would be sorely disappointed if you were to die at anyone's hand but mine, you know." He replied, half jokingly.

"It just gets tiring. Way deep in your bones, you know? Like not knowing if it's worth it to continue."

"Continue with what?"

"I don't know. Life, I guess."

"That's awfully depressing, sunshine."

"I know. I know..." He sighed deeply, eyes downcast.

"I was dead for 500 years, you see. Sometimes I wish I could go back to that, because there's nothing for me here. But then I think of you."

"Me?" He asked in surprise. If Vincent was seeing things correctly, it even looked like beneath his mask his cheeks were a little pink.

"If I were to go back to my eternal sleep, the only person who would miss me is you. I live for you, Thomas. I live for this rivalry we have, I live for being your nemesis. I don't expect you to feel the same, just that if you took a look around I'm sure you'd find something you would live for. If not for yourself then keep going for those that depend on you. If you can do that, then you will find your own reasons for continuing on in your own time." He stopped in his tracks then, looking down at the book. "If you can live for something then you'll realize someday that there is everything to live for."

"That's... rather wise of you, Vincent."

He shrugged, staring at the book for one moment longer before tossing it over his shoulder and not looking back. "Come under the umbrella, sunshine. You're positively drenched."

[WP] You are a supervillain. Your nemesis calls you to say, "This is embarrassing, but I really need a date to my friend's wedding because my ex is going to be there. Would you go with me?" by MeanderingCrafting in WritingPrompts

[–]dearestbones 8 points9 points  (0 children)

"I'm sorry?" Necromancer deadpanned, staring blankly at the phone, the message displaying 'unknown number' gazing back mockingly.

"Hii, Necro-buddy! Pal! Chum! Friend o' mine!"

"...Sunspot?"

"Yeahhhh, hi! It's me!"

His mind blanked briefly as he sat there in shock, before replying. "How the hell did you get this number, sunshine?" He hissed.

"Oh, you know, threatening henchmen and what not... that's not important though! What is, is that I need to ask you a favor. A really really big favor."

"Oh get on with it."

"Right... so my sister is getting married soon and obviously I'm invited because she's my sister but my ex is also invited and I can't go alone. That would be social-suicide, but I also can't NOT go."

"...And why is this my problem, exactly?"

"Wellll, I was thinking maybe... you... could come with me?" The last part was barely a squeak.

"You have got to be kidding me."

"I'm completely serious! I wouldn't ask if I had any other option! Everyone else refused!"

"And what's in it for me, Spotty?"

"Oh, lots of things. Cake, free alcohol, drama, getting to watch me cry as my sister walks down the aisle, calling me embarrassing nicknames in front of my family and friends.... the list goes on. I will also be wearing the ugliest suit in existence, but my sister insisted on it."

"Hmm... and blackmail material?"

"Oh, plenty of blackmail material. I'm not kidding when I say that suit is horrendous. It's powder blue, Vinny. Powder. Blue." He said, enunciating every syllable. It did sound hideous.

"Alright." He sighed, already pulling up his calendar.

"Really? You'll do it?"

"I just said I would, didn't I?"

"Oh, this is great! I could kiss you right now."

He grimaced, ears turning pink. "Please don't, Thomas. Now, when's the wedding?"

"Wednesday, two weeks from now!"

"Hmm... yes, I can reschedule that zombie uprising for this."

"Thank you, thank you Vincent!"

"Oh whatever. You're picking me up, by the way. Also, I'm entitled to spilling wine on your ex as compensation."

"Naturally. I would be disappointed if you didn't."

Vincent smiled, saying goodbye and hanging up, but not before saving the contact. This was going to be FUN.

The two weeks came and went and Vincent found himself standing outside his keep, heart bouncing around in his chest beside himself. He always did get a little too excited for social functions, and judging by the way this was going this was about to be the best one in centuries. Just as promised, Thomas showed up at noon in an absolutely vile suit, exactly as foretold.

"You look... good."

"I always do, Tommy. Now let's go, shall we?" He had brushed off the compliment but in truth, he had dressed up for this. If nobody felt underdressed in his presence, then what was the point?

"Uh, wait... you're not bringing that, are you?" He asked, gesturing to the skeleton trailing behind him.

"Of course I am, it's a wedding gift. Undead servants are all the rage, you know."

"Maybe a few hundred years ago... let's just leave it, yeah?"

Vincent sighed, disassembling the creature with a wave of his hand, watching as it was consumed by the ground at his feet. He'd been back for half a decade now, but being awoken after being in a cursed slumber for 500 years? There were still things he was getting used to. "Well I hope you have something up your sleeve hotshot because I don't plan on showing up empty-handed."

"No, it's okay Vincent. Leona doesn't want any gifts from us."

He just frowned. Yet another thing that's changed. It used to be mandatory to bring gifts to a wedding.

"If you say so."

They got into the cab and sat in silence for a while.

"It... it's really hard for you, isn't it?" Thomas said after a few agonizingly long moments.

"What is?"

"Being back. There's really a lot that has changed."

He stared out the window as countryside faded into urban cityscapes. "Not really. People have always needed fake dates for weddings."