Author's Note: I forgot to mention that I am very lazy. Full AN at the bottom for those wishing to read it. But otherwise I would like to know if you wish for me to go in a certain direction, like adding a friend or maybe pet. Any suggestions in general. My writing is for my practice and your enjoyment, so feel free to tell me.
No, nothing did, but neither would you be one to care much. At least not before refusing silence to speak for itself, as it surely had a habit of doing such.
Or rather, the mind of those withing said silence, simply assuming. Something no one liked.
,,Everyone is afraid of something."
What a pathetic attempt at pushing this topic away from yourself, and you know it. But it was no lie, and now where your attention was his, it was impossible for you to ignore the golden hue of his eyes. Is that an uncommon shade of brown? No, that definitely is gold, pure and magnificent within a certain darkness. As beautiful as it appeared, those eyes were inhuman! There was no such color to have unless done something to them, and you might not be completely sure from here, and even though their glimmer was anything but unreal, your thoughts went to contact lenses. Had to be, how else would you explain that? It made this situation even more unsettling than it already is.
Arms crossed behind your back, a monotone but polite expression hid the confusion of your thoughts, how they went astray, though your reply brought an almost too soft smile on to the other one's face. Not gentle like that of a father, but a knowing one, satisfied even, accompanied by mischievousness tainting orbs of deadly gold. Not a moment later, he rose up from his seat, hands moved behind his back as well, right one placed in his left. The first thing one noticed was how tall this man is, and slender but not weak, nor fragile, giving him a threatening look all together, despite this coat almost looking like a dress in this light until you notice how it hangs open, which was almost impossible to notice.
Not because of the darkness of night, but because towards his chest grey skin became even darker, almost black, also making it difficult to notice that his coat was what concealed his chest, not a shirt, to a fair degree. A bit less light and you would have not noticed at all. There needed to be an explanation, anything that gave such looks some sense. It seemed much too real to be paint, even from the distance you stood at. A polite but safe distance, giving you some advantage when there would be the need to run.
,,Oh, certainly.", a deep chuckle underlined his words, as haunting as his appearance. Those wounds slowly began to add to it, rather than offering slight relief. Afterall, whatever had caused them, is not here, high chances that it died, while this man stood there, not paying attention to them, not even one that trailed over both lips. That must have been painful. Well, the whole fight must have been.
,,But you are afraid this very moment, are you not? Afraid of the consequences your actions will bring.", his smile still present, this guy seemed serious. The knocking in your head to protest was strong, to tell him you are not afraid, like children often did. But you stood above that, not stooping to such low niveau, catching yourself before bursting out, putting on a smile as well.
,,All things considered, my fear is quite justified."
Still, true it was. But the regret of leaving a wounded person just in the dark alone, no matter how fearful their presence, would nag on your mind longer than the pain of a wound. And your home would be safe even with a stranger, no? After all you knew where knives are, where to run, and are more familiar with it in general. And you definitely wanted to know how it is possible for a human to look that way, because there was no such thing as 'supernatural'. That belonged into movies and books.
,,That it is indeed."
Paying no mind to the amusement in his silken voice, you unfold your arms, leaving them to hang freely at your sides, tired of confusing thoughts that brought neither answer nor progress. Your mind was to escape from reality, not questioning it. At least not in a way of asking how. It always was 'why'. And to that you could come back later.
,,Before continuing this conversation, let's patch you up first. I live nearby and whatever messed up your face did a good job."
Most of the honest worry in your voice was conquered by indifference, leaving only a hint of it, but just enough for him to notice, the raising of a bald eyebrow indicating such, as well as an awkward moment of silence. Confusion took over the other's expression, smile fading, soon the second brow raised as well, a curious tone carried by his voice as the uncomfortable break in this 'conversation' was finally over. But what train of thought traveled through his head was difficult to figure at this point.
,,Yes.", and there was the smile again, with fortunately a slightly softer gaze than before, though still one that hid unclear intent.
This started to become creepy, rather than only unsettling. ,,An appreciated offer, child. Lead the way."
Child? Close enough.
You huffed, motioning him to follow with a short tilt of your head while beginning to walk in the direction you had come from, but looking over your shoulder to make sure the man followed. And that he did, catching up to walk beside you not with short and quick steps but rather long and elegant ones.
,,I'm not that young.", it was a humorous protest, a still showing smile confirming such, looking over to your, temporary, companion for a second.
,,To me you are."
How familiar that sounded.
Be it from adult to teenager, or teenager to child. Everyone most likely gets to hear some variation of it sooner or later, if not more than once. For a while it is quite understandable, but at some point these sayings are simply something to mentally roll eyes at, having become worn-out, irrelevant that currently it is true. Who knows how old he is. Not as als as one would believe a grandfather to be, but neither a young man. At least when based on his looks. Then again, appearances can lie. Easily.
,,Does this enable me to ask for your age without being rude?", your smile was an honest one, as seen in those usually absent eyes, just like your question that worked its way around being blunt was serious.
,,It does, but I will leave you to your guess.", it seemed to have amused him, almost bringing forth a short laugh according to his voice. How odd. Not something expected from one that brings scares to others, reminding you how judgemental humans can be, even if not wished to be. At times, the mind goes its own way behind your back, the consequences, in this case surprise, still yours. The one closest to your difficult and and private thoughts able to turn from friend to enemy quickly in most sudden moments, becoming such a traitor.
,,A shame. You had me curious there.", slight disappointment proved it was no lie.
It was nothing critical, but would have been nice to know, especially at a point like this, where it is so unclear.
,,That I figured."
Author's Note: Thanks for all the attention, be it follor, favourite or review. c: It helps a lot with not giving up on this that early.
As for the one guest; Yes, I indeed write a lot. Though, mostly roleplays, which is why I am still trying to get the hang of 'playing' more than one or two characters and describe their interaction without being based on that of another person entirely. Hence the lack of Pitch's thoughts. I also tend to work more with thoughts than descriptions of surroundings. This whole thing is practice outside my comfort zone.
I also plan nothing and simply write what comes to mind and seems fitting. The chapters are formed after what I see would be a good moment to cut it. I have in fact written more than this already, and had so for at least a week. I was just too much of a lazy person to re-write it on the PC because it was on paper. This whole idea came from one simple thing; I was walking to a friend's house, and next to their gate was a lantern. The moment I stepped into the light of said lantern, it began to flicker and its light only lived for a few seconds from time to time.
