Wallace looked Scott in the eye, as if he was peering into his soul, grasping his very being and bringing it to him in a magnificent embrace.
The male pulled the caliginous book to the space between the two.
"I am what the call a Continuum Nomad." He put bluntly.
"You expect me to know what that is." Scott said with a raised eyebrow, and a small grin. Wallace made a face and opened the book.
"My race, were near immortal people, who are seemingly chained to the earth." "Our powers over life energy, or chi, is the very fabric that keeps the loose bonds of the earth sewn together." "We are bequeathed with the task of making sure the world isn't purged into oblivion, or infinite darkness." he pushed some of his ebony hair from his eyes, then withdrew a photograph from the center of the aged book. It was a photograph of a family, the young ladies and women wore bonnets and long dresses, with gold buckled shoes. The males of the group wore a more suit like apparel, but retained the buckled shoes. Scott's finger moved to a figure, a figure so familiar that it shook him to the core.
"Wallace," he cleared his throat. "When was this picture taken?"
"1849."
"And," he stuttered. "This is you in the picture, isn't it?" Wallace's eyes trailed to the paper, and he sighed.
"Scott, I'm 207 years old."
Scott made a face of pure amazement, as if he'd just witnessed the very conceiving of the universe. He was in a daze, a stupor filled with potent mystery.
A smile crawled across Wallace's face. He absolutely adored the quirks that made the amber eyed man who he was. It was the cutesy thing ever. EVER.
Scott face became flushed as his counterpart rubbed consoling circles into his back. That feeling in his chest, like somebody was tugging on his heartstrings. Like so many colors, it was like Walt Disney threw up. He had no idea what he was feeling.
"See!" Wallace pointed at the picture excitedly. "There's me," he pointed at himself with a stoic face, he was clad in a white shirt and dark slacks. His long finger moved to a lanky woman in a short dress with a smug grin. "That's cousin Marceline." "Me and her were born on the same day." "She was considered a heathen, on account of she always wore short dresses." "They tried to execute her twice, but she was found innocent."
"When was this?" Scott inquired, trying to sidetrack the feelings from plaguing him so.
"I don't exactly remember, I do remember puritans though." he said lightly. "She really dressed like a whore."
"I-is she still alive?" the bellrose haired man asked.
"I think so, I haven't seen her in a while."
They continued to gaze at the photo.
Scott crawled closer to Wallace. "So, what exactly is it that Continuum nomads, Uh, do?" "Are they like supposed to save the world on our reckoning day, or something?"
"What Anime is that from?"
"I dunno, some shit I was watching last night."
He chuckled. "When we die, our bodies dissipate,and we are given to the earth." "Were the worlds failsafe method." "If in the case that if the world is forsaken into oblivion, our bodies are the saving grace." "Our tattoos begin to glow, and we filter ourselves into the center of the earth, and bring the world back to life." "Then we are reborn, and the cycle starts over." he rotated his wrist for affect.
"You have a tattoo?" Scott said excitedly."
Wallace lifted his shirt, revealing a Incan style circle, (You know the ones that look like extra badass transmutation circles From fullmetal alchemist?) on his right pectoral. "This is just a binding seal, when I use my powers, it fades away, and wings appear on my back. "
"oh." he went back to that innocent vibe that Wallace loved so much. "Wallace, how many people have you ,Uh, loved in your life?"
Wallace blushed. "I haven't loved anyone in my life." he lied. "When we love someone, the earth pumps it's chi into said person, and they are turned into one of us."
Before Scott could retort, Wallace's phone began to vibrate. He made a face and put it on silent, then proceeded to throw it into the red threads of the couch.
"W-who was it?" Scott intercommunicated with the teen, who had reduced into a small curled ball.
"Its Mobile."
"Why is that a bad thing?" "isn't he your boyfriend?" "Aren't you two, like made for each other?"
He sighed, and his emerald eyes slowly moved on the same wavelength of vision as Scott's. "In order to make sure that Continuum Nomads don't abuse their powers, they are assigned a familiar." "Familiars have complete control over us, we cannot deny any offhand requests, if we do, we are thrown into the pit of infinity."
"But, Mobiles a nice guy, he didn't even freak when I thought he was Gideon."
"Scott, he-he-oh God!" Wallace was in shambles now tears crawling down his cheeks. "He whores me out, makes me his bitch. "Uses me to make him money." he wipes his face. "the bastard doesn't even work anymore, the bastard."
Scott embraced his friend, sobbing into his shirt. He needed to do something for him. Wallace had sacrificed almost all of his time, collecting all the pieces that shattered on that day, and aligning them back in their respectful places. There had to be a loophole, there just had to be.
"Wallace, what does it take to become windburned familiar?" Wallace's eyes widened, looking into Scott's like he ha done earlier.
"It has to be somebody with a mutual feeling of trust and friendship with the Nomad." "They have to be kind hearted, and have good intentions, guy."
Scott made a determined face. "Just tell me what to do."
Scott began to blush, as Wallace unbuttoned his garment, revealing his tattoo. "Put your hand on my tattoo, and let your mind go blank."
His face was flushed once more, and he hesitated, but let his hand settle on the marking, allowing his mind to be reduced to nothing.
The dark haired males eyes glowed a pale emerald, with his hand elevated, he touched the center of Scott's forehead, and began to vocalize, softly. The bellrose haired boy gasped as beautiful images of the earth flooded his mind, like the bountiful waters of a waterfall. It was encircled with trees, which butterflies, and other creatures sleuthed around in the foliage.
Then, he saw it.
A green light consumed everything, and Scott opened his eyes. A small mark appeared on his chest, like a miniature version of Wallace's tattoo, just below his collarbone.
"Thank you Scott," tears of joy lay in his eyes. He was free. Finally free. "Thank you so much."
He pulled him into an embrace, his fingers moving in those soothing circles again. They stayed like this for what felt like a thousand eternities.
Wallace gazed at his love, their eyes meeting each others, their hands grasping each other, and their lips meeting.
The kiss was short and sweet, it being broken as the door swung open, and the angry behemoth otherwise known as Mobile made his grand appearance. He ripped Scott from Wallace, and tossed him across the room, then he grabbed Wallace by his ebony mane and pulled him to his feet.
"Get in the car." his voice was a low growl that radiated evil.
"Jesus Christ, leave Wallace alone!" Scott managed to pull himself to his feet, pushing his limp arm back into it's socket.
Mob expelled a harsh laugh.
"I assume you have already been informed of Wallace's 'abilities,' but I'm his familiar, and I have complete control of the reigns on this ragamuffin." he said, with that shit-eating grin.
"S-Scotts my familiar." Wallace bellowed, trying to wriggle from the taller males grip. He grabbed hold of the dark haired throat to keep him from speaking.
"I knew it." his grip tightened. "You transferred my power, my extended life span." Wallace was turning purple now. "And you gave it to that vagabond." His hands gripped even tighter around his neck.
"I SAID LEAVE WALLACE ALONE!"
The marking below Scotts collarbone was illuminated a pale green, and a wind-like surge of power rattled and shook the building. A mark identical to the one on both the Scott and Wallace's bodies instated itself under Mobile's feet.
He released the crumpled form of Wallace, and telepathically flung the television set at Scott, who expelled a roar and deflected it into the kitchen.
Small hands jutted from the circle, each grasping a part of Mobile's figure, and dragging him down. He instinctively panicked, and grasped the closest thing to him, which was unfortunately, the small rug in the center of the room. He began clawing, and clawing for dear life, as he watched Scott focus guarded and harder to banish him to the mysterious darkness beneath. His hand slowly sunk into the ground, a diluted scream left ringing in his ears.
The symbol dissipated, and the bellrose haired male fell to his knees in a coughing fit, Wallace doing the circles in his back once again.
"What did I just do?" Scott enquired once the wave of coughs passed over.
"As a familiar, you have the ability to protect me in my time of need." "In your case, you sent Mobile to the NetherRealm, where the Elders of time will deal with him."
"Oh, cool."
Wallace chuckled at his friends nonchalance, and smiled at his smile.
Then, Scott moved in close,
And kissed him again.
For a moment, the world was nothing but a big round sphere of bliss. But then a dreadful thought crossed his mind, and he lightly pushed Scott away.
"Scott, as much as i love I can't do this to you right now."
TBC.
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