...
Who are you?
"H-hey now, I'm not looking for any trouble here." He side-steps away from him carefully, eyes trained on the way he came for clearance in case he should just bolt for it. For all of his nervousness he is good at keeping steady on the surface but the frequency at which the telekinesis trembles through rocks and nearby branches reveals that he is unaware of the odd enhancement Novus brings out of everyone. Whether Only realizes it or not he is grasping - grasping for something to use against Anonymous even though the situation is hardly that intense. The situation is in total control on the outside but on the inside Only hears Stephan laughing. He just laughs and laughs and laughs.
It isn't fair.
This shouldn't even be a situation.
Only, that marshmallow. What does he even know?
That isn't a man, it's just a boy. A pissing-pants boy.
He doesn't now anything.
Stephan surges forward before Only even realizes what has happened, he pulls that stuttering fool straight off his feet and steps on his face as he rises to the light of day. To the light of...well, consciousness. Only remains in the proverbial mud that his brains are full of, sticking and sucking it in like a catfish as he struggles to get to his feet but Stephan is too far ahead. When Only reaches for him he is already too late, it happens so fast his head (their head,
Stephan's head is left spinning).
Going, going,
gone.
The lights go out for Only as Stephan steps through the door and, with one last look down the hallway to his better half, he says he is
going outside before closing it behind him.
...
The night feels different to the serpent in the water, it is too cold for him even though moments ago it felt balmy. He shivers from the chill as he steps out of the creek entirely with some look of disgust at how wet his feet are. He is unresponsive to the stranger's words about the ocean at first not understanding why the stranger explains which way it is to the river. Only is somewhere in the back of this invader's mind, floundering under smoke signals that fill the head space he is trapped in. Stephan watches the pair of eyes that watch him back, his own seemingly more keen than before even though they haven't changed one bit.
"It would be far better not to know who I am. These things we ask 'who' about always have a way of coming back to us, don't they?" Stephan's eyes slide over Anonymous with a creepy clarity unlike Only's shaky, nervous glances. They narrow, they keen, they
remember now so that they can remember later. The knives are glanced upon,
remembered, and left alone even though the idea of them makes Stephan lick his teeth. He is not so quiet about his interests, not so shy about how he feels about them either.
And then, he really cannot help it because unlike Only, Stephan is impatient.
"Why would a horse have a need for knives?" Only is asleep in the dark - being force fed the nightmare of Stephan provoking a perfect stranger in the dark in a place neither he nor Stephan know anything about. He struggles to sleep soundly on the tides of unconsciousness and worries as he always does. Especially when Stephan raises his head and side-eyes Anonymous with all the wariness of a chicken facing off with a barnyard cat.
"How do you use the knives?"
.only
thief for hire
lesser telekinesis
There shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth.
For many are called but few are chosen.
