KÖSTLER, dominik tobias

[DOMINIK TOBIAS KÖSTLER]

I CAN’T HELP MYSELF

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IT’S SOME KIND OF JOKE

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SO, WHAT'S YOUR NAME?
MY NAME IS DOMINIK TOBIAS KÖSTLER. I LIKE MY NAME, I CAN'T REALLY IMAGINE BEING CALLED ANYTHING ELSE. MY BIRTH MOTHER CHOSE MY FIRST AND MIDDLE NAME AND, WHEN I WAS ADOPTED, MY LAST NAME WAS CHANGED TO KÖSTLER. AS FAR AS NICKNAMES GO, WELL, A LOT OF PEOPLE SEEM TO WANT TO CALL ME 'DOM' OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT, BUT I CAN'T SAY I HAVE ANY ACTUAL NICKNAMES...AT LEAST NOT ANY NICE ONES.

AND JUST HOW OLD ARE YOU?

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I AM SEVENTEEN AND I GET ANOTHER YEAR OLDER EVERY YEAR ON MARCH 9TH. I AM IN TWELFTH GRADE, SENIORS ROCK BABY!

JUST TO MAKE SURE - MALE OR FEMALE?
I AM MALE, OBVIOUSLY.

WHICH WAY DO YOU SWING?
I'M GAY MY DEAR. I LIKE THE BOYS, SORRY LADIES.

WHO DO YOU MOST LOOK LIKE, AND WHY?
I LIKE TO THINK THAT I AM COMPLETELY UNIQUE IN BOTH MY PERSONALITY AND MY APPEARANCE, THANK YOU VERY MUCH. I GUESS IF I HAD TO PICK ONE PERSON WHO I LOOK LIKE, THAT PERSON WOULD HAVE TO BE JAYY VON MONROE. I AM 6' 1” AND I WEIGH 151LBS, I SUPPOSE YOU WOULD HAVE TO CLASSIFY MY BODY TYPE AS THIN. THE NATURAL COLOR OF MY HAIR IS DARK BROWN, BUT I LIKE TO DYE IT A VARIETY OF COLORS. MY EYES ARE A COMBINATION OF GRAY AND BLUE, BUT IN MANY OF MY PHOTO-SHOOTS I WEAR VARIOUS COLORED CONTACT LENSES.

MY CLOTHING STYLE IS VERY ECLECTIC AND VARIES WITH MY MOOD. I LIKE THINGS THAT ARE DIFFERENT AND EYE-CATCHING. I GUESS MY STYLE IS A SORT OF INDUSTRIAL GOTHIC, BUT I DON'T LIKE TO NARROW MY STYLE INTO MERE WORDS. FASHION IS A FORM OF EXPRESSION THAT CANNOT BE DESCRIBED VERBALLY. I EVEN DESIGN SOME CLOTHING MYSELF, IT USUALLY DOESN'T GO ANY FARTHER THAN A DRAWING ON A PIECE OF PAPER THOUGH. NOW, EVEN THOUGH I TEND TO BE DRAWN TOWARD THE MORE UNCONVENTIONAL SIDE OF FASHION, I DO WEAR MORE “NORMAL” CLOTHING SUCH AS JEANS AND T-SHIRTS A LOT OF THE TIME.

NOW FOR THE LITTLE DETAILS OF DOMINIK. I HAVE FIVE PIERCINGS IN MY RIGHT EAR AND THREE IN MY LEFT EAR AS WELL AS A BRIDGE PIERCING AND SNAKEBITES. I AM CONSIDERING GETTING MY NIPPLES PIERCED TOO, I THINK IT WOULD LOOK PRETTY DAMN HOT. WHAT DO YOU THINK? I DO NOT HAVE ANY TATTOOS YET...BUT I MAY GET ONE SOMEDAY, YOU NEVER KNOW.

SO THAT'S BASICALLY WHAT I LOOK LIKE, BUT CHECK OUT MY PORTFOLIO BECAUSE THERE IS NO WAY A VERBAL DESCRIPTION IS GOING TO DO ME JUSTICE.
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ALL WE CARE ABOUT IS

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WHAT ARE YOU INTO?

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THERE ARE A LOT OF THINGS I LIKE...LIKE LIFE! THERE'S ALSO: MY PARENTS, MY SISTER, MYSELF, MODELING, HIGH FASHION, ALTERNATIVE MODELING, GOTH & INDUSTRIAL FASHION, SEX, PIERCINGS, GERMANY, DANCING, FASHION, VIDEO GAMES, COOL PARTIES, JEANS THAT FIT JUST RIGHT, CATS, MY HAIR, FX CONTACT LENSES, BEING PHOTOGRAPHED, CUTE GUYS, HANGING OUT WITH FRIENDS, KICKASS MAKEUP EFFECTS, MUSIC, MONEY, THE COLOR RED, SHOPPING, COMBAT BOOTS, EYELINER, NIGHTCLUBS, SHOES, ECT.

AND WHAT AREN’T YOU INTO?
BLEH...WHAT A BUZZ KILL. THINGS I DON'T LIKE....HMMM. WELL THERE'S: CALORIES, HOMOPHOBES, BEING REJECTED, UNIFORMS, BEING PATIENT, WARDROBE MALFUNCTIONS, COLD WEATHER, OBNOXIOUS PEOPLE, BEING BORED, PEOPLE WHO THINK THEY'RE RIGHT ALL THE TIME, BEING ILL, THE WORD “NO”, THE DENTIST, PEOPLE WITH ANNOYING LAUGHS, LAME PARTIES, BEING ALONE, PEOPLE WHO ARE BETTER LOOKING THAN ME, GETTING UP REALLY EARLY, ECT.

WHAT ARE YOU GOOD AT?
WHAT AM I GOOD AT? HMM...WELL FIRST OFF, LOOKING GOOD. CALL ME SHALLOW, BUT MY BODY IS CLEARLY ONE OF MY BETTER FEATURES. I MEAN, IF YOU AREN'T HOT YOU DO NOT BELONG IN THE MODELING INDUSTRY. IF YOU HAVE THE LOOKS AND CAN MANAGE TO LOOK SEXY NO MATTER WHAT YOU'RE DOING, WELL THEN YOU MIGHT HAVE A CHANCE MY FRIEND. I KNOW I HAVE A CHANCE, THAT ISN'T EVEN A QUESTION.

LIFE IS NOT ALL ABOUT WORK THOUGH. MODELING IS FUN, SCHOOL IS...SCHOOL, BUT I DO HAVE OTHER TALENTS BEYOND ALL THAT, FOR EXAMPLE...HAVING FUN. DOES THAT COUNT AS SOMETHING I'M GOOD AT? I SAY IT DOES, YOU'RE JUST JEALOUS YOU AREN'T AS GOOD AT HAVING FUN AS I AM.

VIDEO GAMES! YEAH, I AM PRETTY GOOD AT THOSE. NOW YOU'RE PROBABLY THINKING THAT GAMING IS FOR NERDS, BUT I LIKE TO PLAY THE OCCASIONAL XBOX GAME AND IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT...I DON'T GIVE A FUCK. MY FAVORITE GAME EVER IS GEARS OF WAR, BUT I LOVE ANY GAME AS LONG AS IT INCLUDES LOTS OF GUNS AND BLOOD AND VIOLENCE. IT IS ALSO MUCH MORE FUN WITH TWO PEOPLE, KIND OF LIKE SEX.

OH YES....SEX! WELL...I COULD GIVE YOU ALL THE NAUGHTY DETAILS ABOUT MY SKILLS IN THE BEDROOM BUT, UNFORTUNATELY FOR YOU, I AM A MODEL, NOT A PORN STAR. THAT IS NOT TO SAY I COULDN'T BE A PORN STAR, BUT PERSONALLY, I FIND SUCKING AND FUCKING FOR PAY TO BE A BIT ON THE WHORISH SIDE...JUST SAYING.

AND WHAT ARE YOU NOT SO GOOD AT?
HMMM...TOUGH QUESTION. I DON'T THINK THERE IS ANYTHING I AM NOT GOOD AT. KIDDING, KIDDING, THAT'S A LIE. I THINK ONE OF MY BIGGEST WEAKNESSES IS MATH. I KNOW, I KNOW, IT SOUNDS LIKE I AM JUST ONE MORE “BRAINDEAD MODEL” BUT THERE ARE SOME BRAINS BEHIND THE BODY, I SWEAR. I JUST HAVE A LITTLE TROUBLE WITH NUMBERS, THAT'S ALL. REALLY THOUGH, IF YOU CAN MAKE A GOOD LIVING WEARING KICKASS CLOTHES AND LOOKING SEXY FOR THE CAMERAS, WHAT IS THE POINT IN CRAMMING TONS OF MATHMATICS INTO YOUR HEAD?

COOKING, THAT'S ANOTHER THING I CAN'T SAY I'M GOOD AT. I GUESS I HAVE JUST NEVER REALLY HAD AN INTEREST IN LEARNING, WHICH IS PROBABLY A GOOD THING IF I AM GOING TO KEEP THIS SLIM PSYIQUE.

ANOTHER FLAW I MUST ADMIT IS THAT I DON'T ALWAYS KNOW WHEN TO SHUT UP. I CERTAINLY DON'T TRY TO OFFEND ANYONE, USUALLY, BUT I CAN BE A LITTLE TOO HONEST AT TIMES AND SOME PEOPLE JUST DON'T HAVE A THOROUGH APPRICIATION FOR SARCASM.

WHAT ARE YOU SCARED OF MOST?
WELL, DEATH IS PRETTY DAMN SCARY. YOU KNOW? ESPECIALLY DYING OR BEING KILLED IN A SCARY WAY, LIKE BEING MURDERED BY A PSYCHOPATH WITH A CHAINSAW OR SOMETHING. I HAVE A LOT TO LIVE FOR SO I DON'T WANT TO DIE YET. I MEAN, IT'S NOT LIKE I'M TOTALLY PARANOID OR ANYTHING. I DO NOT INVISION PIANOS FALLING ON ME WHEN I WALK DOWN THE STREET, BUT YOU NEVER KNOW WHEN SOMETHING IS GOING TO HAPPEN, THEN...BAM! YOU'RE DEAD. THAT WOULD SUCK MAJOR BALLS.

OH YEAH! THEN THERE'S CLOWNS...SHUT UP. IT'S A VERY COMMON FEAR. OKAY? ANYWAY, I AM NOT REALLY “SCARED” OF THEM. I DO NOT RUN AWAY SCREAMING IF I SEE ONE. IT IS MORE LIKE “VERY CREEPED OUT”. CAN YOU BLAME ME THOUGH? THEY'RE CREEPY AS HELL! JUST LOOK AT THEM! HAVEN'T YOU EVER SEEN THAT MOVIE, 'IT'? I HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO BE CREEPED OUT. CLOWNS ARE EVIL...LEAVE ME ALONE, ASSHOLE. IT ISN'T FUNNY. GO FUCK YOURSELF.

IF YOU HAD TO DESCRIBE YOURSELF IN FIFTEEN WORDS, WHAT WOULD THEY BE?
LET'S SEE, FIFTEEN WORDS. SEXY, CHARMING, FUN, TALENTED, GAY, RICH, HONEST, GERMAN, FASHIONABLE, PHOTOGENIC , ADVENTUROUS, FUNNY, OUTGOING, CONFIDENT, SMARTASS.....DID I SAY SEXY? OH YEAH...
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BOTTLES GIVE ME SOMETHING

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WHO ARE YOUR PARENTS?
WELL, THERE'S MY REAL PARENTS, I DO NOT KNOW MUCH ABOUT THEM EXCEPT THAT THEY ACCIDENTALLY CONCEIVED ME AND DECIDED TO GIVE ME UP FOR ADOPTION. I AM SURE THEY ARE FINE PEOPLE, I WONDER SOMETIMES WHAT MY LIFE WOULD BE LIKE IF THEY HAD DECIDED TO RAISE ME. NOT THAT IT MATTERS MUCH.

NOW BLOOD MAY BE THICKER THAN WATER, BUT PAPER IS THICKER THAN BLOOD. MATTHIAS AND SELINA AREN'T MY BIRTH PARENTS, BUT THEY ARE MY PARENTS IN EVERY OTHER SENSE. I MEAN, I CALL THEM “MOTHER” AND “FATHER” AND THEY LOVE ME AND KEIKO AS IF WE WERE THEIR BIOLOGICAL CHILDREN, SO I REALLY DON'T SEE WHY WE SHOULD BE ANY DIFFERENT THAN EVERY OTHER FAMILY OUT THERE...JUST SAYING. MY FATHER IS THE OWNER OF KÖSTLER PHARMACEUTICAL INDUSTRIES AND HEIR TO THE FAMILY FORTUNE, SO, NEEDLESS TO SAY, MONEY IS NEVER AN ISSUE IN OUR FAMILY.

DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS?
YES I DO, KEIKO. SHE IS MY SISTER THROUGH ADOPTION AND I LOVE HER, MOST OF THE TIME, AS LONG AS SHE DOESN'T TOUCH MY STUFF. MY PARENTS ADOPTED HER WHEN I WAS A YEAR OLD SO WE'VE BEEN TOGETHER FOR ALMOST FOREVER. SHE IS A MONTH AND A HALF YOUNGER THAN ME AND I AM NEVER GOING TO LET HER LIVE IT DOWN. REALLY THOUGH, SHE'S PRETTY AWESOME, AS SISTERS GO. SHE IS SEVENTEEN AND IS CURRENTLY A SENIOR IN AN ALL-GIRLS ACADEMY IN DÜSSELDORF.

ANY FAMILY PETS?
OF COURSE WE HAVE PETS! ANIMALS ARE SO ADORABLE! MY FAMILY HAS TWO SIAMESE CATS NAMED BIENE AND KITZEL, THEY ARE ABOUT FOUR YEARS OLD NOW. THEN THERE'S MY SISTER'S POMERANIAN PUPPY, JOKER. SHE JUST GOT HIM FOR HER BIRTHDAY. SHE SENT ME PHOTOS, BUT I AM SURE HE IS EVEN CUTER IN REAL LIFE.

I AM NOT SURE HE COUNTS AS A PET, BUT MY FATHER OWNS A RACEHORSE NAMED SLINGSHOT ROMANCE. WELL...EX-RACEHORSE I GUESS IT IS...HE WON A LOT WHEN HE WAS YOUNGER SO MY FATHER PUT HIM OUT TO STUD. SO BASICALLY HE GETS TO SPEND HIS RETIREMENT HAVING SEX. LUCKY BASTARD.

ANY OTHER IMPORTANT RELATIVES?
ARE YOU SAYING THAT I HAVE RELATIVES THAT AREN'T IMPORTANT? YOU BITCH! JUST KIDDING...DON'T HURT ME.

GIVE ME A BRIEF OUTLINE OF YOUR PAST.
WELL...I GUESS IT ALL STARTED WHEN I WAS BORN, OBVIOUSLY. THE DATE WAS MARCH 9TH, 1993, THE PLACE, DÜSSELDORF, GERMANY. I CAN'T REALLY TELL YOU A WHOLE LOT ABOUT ME AS A BABY. I CAN'T REMEMBER BEING A BABY, BUT I WAS ADORABLE, I KNOW THAT MUCH. MY MOTHER, MY REAL ONE, WAS, AS I WAS TOLD, A SIXTEEN YEAR OLD HIGH-SCHOOL STUDENT. I GUESS SHE AND HER BOYFRIEND HAD JUST A LITTLE BIT TOO MUCH FUN ONE NIGHT AND THINGS GOT COMPLICATED FOR THEM AFTER THAT. THEY WEREN'T READY TO BE PARENTS SO THEY DECIDED TO GIVE THE BABY, ME, UP FOR ADOPTION. I DO NOT BLAME THEM REALLY, I MEAN, THEY HAD TO MAKE A DECISION AND THEY DID WHAT THEY THOUGHT WOULD BE BEST. I DO NOT HATE THEM OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT. I AM CERTAINLY NOT GOING TO GO ON AND INSANE MURDERING RAMPAGE BECAUSE “NO ONE WANTED ME”, IT ISN'T LIKE THAT AT ALL. BESIDES, SOMEONE DID WANT ME, MY ADOPTIVE PARENTS, MATTHIAS AND SELINA KÖSTLER.

MATTHIAS AND SELINA ARE THE ONLY PARENTS I'VE EVER KNOWN. IT DOESN'T MATTER IF THEY AREN'T MY BIRTH PARENTS, FAMILY IS ABOUT MORE THAN JUST DNA. FAMILY IS ABOUT LOVE AND TRUST AND ALL THAT JAZZ. NOW, ASIDE FROM LOVE AND TRUST, ONE GREAT PERK OF BEING A KÖSTLER IS THAT THEY ARE FILTHY RICH. CALL ME A SPOILED LITTLE RICH BRAT...BUT WHAT CAN I SAY? IF YOU LAND IN THE LAP OF LUXURY, WHY NOT ENJOY IT? NOW, WHEN I SAY RICH I MEAN RICH, LIKE, WE HAD A SWIMMING POOL FILLED WITH EUROS...WELL....THAT MIGHT BE A BIT OF AN EXAGGERATION, BUT STILL. HUGE MANSION, NICE CARS, LIVE-IN MAID, A HOME THEATER THE SIZE OF...WELL I DON'T EVEN KNOW, BUT IT'S KICKASS. OH....I DIDN'T MENTION HOW MY FAMILY GOT SO MUCH MONEY? OOPS. WELL I GUESS I SHOULD EXPLAIN...

...ONCE UPON A TIME THERE WAS A MAN NAMED MATTHIAS KÖSTLER. HE WAS THE SOLE HEIR TO KÖSTLER PHARMACEUTICAL INDUSTRIES, WHICH MEANT THAT HE WAS A VERY RICH MAN FROM A VERY RICH FAMILY. ONE DAY HE MET A VERY PRETTY LADY NAMED SELINA WHO WAS THE DAUGHTER OF ANOTHER VERY RICH MAN. MATTHIAS AND SELINA FELL DEEPLY IN LOVE AND BEFORE LONG THEY GOT MARRIED. AT FIRST THEY WERE HAPPY JUST BEING TOGETHER, BUT EVENTUALLY THEY DECIDED IT WAS TIME TO START A FAMILY. UNFORTUNATELY, THE COUPLE SOON FOUND OUT THAT THEY COULD NOT HAVE CHILDREN OF THEIR OWN, SO THEY DECIDED TO ADOPT A BABY, THAT BABY WAS...ME. THEN THEY ALL LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER, THE END....WELL MAYBE NOT EXACTLY LIKE THAT....BUT CLOSE ENOUGH....KIDDING KIDDING...

ANYWAY, THAT WASN'T REALLY THE END, A YEAR LATER THEY ADOPTED THEIR SECOND CHILD, A LITTLE GIRL FROM JAPAN NAMED KEIKO. SHE WAS THE SAME AGE WAS ME AND WE GOT ALONG GREAT, AS LONG AS YOU OVERLOOKED ALL THE BICKERING AND TOY-STEALING AND HAIR-PULLING AND...WELL...ALL SIBLINGS FIGHT....RIGHT? IT WASN'T THAT BAD ANYWAY, WE HAD OUR LITTLE ARGUMENTS BUT OVERALL WE WERE, AND STILL ARE, VERY CLOSE. I CAN'T IMAGINE GROWING UP WITHOUT MY LITTLE SISTER, SHE'S A MONTH AND A HALF YOUNGER THAN ME SO I CAN CALL HER THAT. HA!

WHEN ME AND KEIKO WERE REALLY YOUNG WE HAD A NANNY THAT TOOK CARE OF US MOST OF THE TIME. HER NAME WAS ELSBETH, SHE WAS REALLY COOL. WHEN WE GOT OLDER WE OBVIOUSLY STARTED GOING TO SCHOOL. OF COURSE, OUR PARENTS INSISTED ON SENDING US TO ONLY THE BEST PRIVATE SCHOOLS. DON'T START THINKING I AM SOME UPPITY ASSHOLE THAT THINKS HE'S TOO GOOD TO MINGLE WITH THE MIDDLE CLASS FOLK, THAT IS SO NOT TRUE, BUT MY FATHER ALWAYS SAID THAT PRIVATE SCHOOLS OFFER “SUPERIOR EDUCATIONAL OPPORTUNITIES ALONG WITH A MORE STRUCTURED LEARNING ENVIRONMENT.” I HAVE NO IDEA IF THAT'S TRUE, BUT WHATEVER. IT DID SUCK THAT WE HAD TO WEAR UNIFORMS THOUGH....THEY WERE SO....UNIFORMISH. IT IS JUST IMPOSSIBLE TO EXPRESS YOURSELF THROUGH FASHION WHEN EVERYONE ELSE IS WEARING THE SAME THING, AND THE COLOR DID NOTHING FOR MY COMPLEXION THAT'S FOR SURE.

SO, WHEN THE TIME TO CHOOSE A HIGH SCHOOL CAME, I DECIDED I WASN'T GOING TO GO SOMEWHERE WHERE I WOULD BE OPPRESSED BY THE CHARCOAL SLACKS AND EMBROIDERED BLAZERS OF MY PREVIOUS SCHOOLS. I WAS GOING TO GO SOMEPLACE WHERE I COULD BE FREE TO WEAR WHAT I WANTED. THEN, ONE DAY, I WAS LOOKING INTO MY BATHROOM MIRROR AND AN IDEA CAME TO ME, A PERSON WITH MY LOOKS AND NATURAL EYE FOR FASHION COULD ONLY CHOOSE ONE CAREER PATH...MODELING! IT ALL MADE SENSE, TO ME THAT IS....IT TOOK A LOT OF CONVINCING ON MY PART TO GET MY PARENTS TO AGREE THAT I WAS JUST TOO BEAUTIFUL TO WASTE MY TIME LOOKING LIKE A CLONE. SO I FOUND A SCHOOL, IN CANADA. AGAIN I HAD TO CONVINCE MY PARENTS THAT IT WAS TOTALLY A GOOD IDEA FOR ME TO MOVE TO ANOTHER COUNTRY. I WAS ALL LIKE, “HOW CAN I EVER BE A WELL-ROUNDED MEMBER OF SOCIETY IF I NEVER LEAVE GERMANY?” THEN, AFTER A BIT LOT MORE BEGGING, THEY WERE LIKE, “ALRIGHT, YOU CAN GIVE IT A TRY.” AND I WAS ALL, “YESSSSSS!” SO, THAT'S HOW I ENDED UP HERE IN MONTREAL, AND I LOVE IT! IT IS SO GREAT, BY DAY I GET TO IMMERSE MYSELF IN AN AMAZING WORLD OF CLOTHES AND CAMERAS AND BY NIGHT I GET TO DO WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT! LIFE IS JUST FABULOUS.

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WHAT’S YOUR NAME?
HALEY!

AND YOUR AGE?
TWENTY YEARS YOUNG.

TELL ME SOMETHING.
I HAVE A FOX HAT, IT'S AWESOME.

CONTACT INFORMATION?
PM ME FOR FURTHER CONTACT INFORMATION PLEASE.

YOUR CHARACTER'S MEMBER GROUP?
MODEL.

AND A ROLEPLAY SAMPLE.

”I can't let go of him... I promised him I wouldn-“ Her sentence was cut short, but Kurt couldn’t help but release a small sigh. She was so loyal to him, even years after his death. She insisted on keeping a promise to a dead man who, in life, never made or kept a single promise. He had used her, hurt her, left her and then he’d had the guts to come back, only to hurt her one final time before the drugs finally destroyed him. How could she still love him? It was beyond Kurt’s ability to comprehend. All he knew was she was either going to have to live for herself or keep herself a prisoner of her memories.

”I'll live for the future when you do. Stephen's still wrapped around you, Kitty...you're in the past, too.” A metaphorical shadow crossed over Kurt’s face at the mention of Stephen’s name. How could she compare that drug-addicted son of a bitch to Stephen? The situations were nothing alike. Stephen had never asked to be given the disease that killed him, he was a good person would cared about people and tried to see the good side of everything. Chase on the other hand, had brought himself down with sex, drugs and his own loathsome attitude, the two deaths were not similar in the slightest, at least not in Kurt’s eyes. “You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about Aphrodite…so don’t even start acting like you do…” The bitter note in his voice was painfully clear and he avoided looking at Aph as he spoke. Then, in one quick motion, he tilted his head back and tossed back to two pills that had been resting in his palm.

The narcotics were prescribed to relieve his physical pain, but slowly, so slowly that it was hard to notice, the pills had become a coping mechanism. Not only did he take them for his damaged leg, but also for his damaged heart, a heart that Aph had just stabbed one more dagger into with her last statement. “I honestly don’t know what to tell you Aph...other than get the hell out of my bathroom…” He put his hand on the door and looked at Aph, his expression was far from happy, a cocktail of anger, frustration, sadness and worry filled his hazel eyes. He understood where she was coming from, he really did, but he could not allow himself to sympathize with Chase being dead and he most certainly was not going to bring Stephen into the conversation. As far as he was concerned the conversation was over, at least that was what he told himself. He really was worried about Aphrodite, it seemed he was in a constant state of worry over her, but at that moment his patience was wearing very thin, threatening to snap.

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