...
The tiny disturbances around him are starting to stack up in a way that he cannot-
not notice all of the subtle changes his mind is making to the 'world' around him. The more he notices it, the more frequent it begins to be. At first it was a tree branch here and there shaking at him as if drawn to his natural gravity. That, and sometimes the grass would be drawn to him in -what he deems to be - a suspicious way. Only cannot figure it out - and that is because when Emrys handed the keys of evolution over to Only - it was Stephan who had grabbed them, not him.
And so, Only remains unaware although he wishes he could say it is a blissful experience to know nothing about telekinesis but he can't.
Last night he woke up in the middle of the forest neighboring the Amare Creek not knowing where he was or how he had gotten there. All he knew (knows now) is that something terrible may have happened and it is up to him to figure out what it might have been.
First things first, look for freshly dug soil.
Be reasonable, he tuts at himself inwardly, stopping once as he sees a dug up pile of rock and mud. Obviously an animal had come through here looking for something that had nothing to do with him. Only waits though, waits for some kind of sign that it belongs to him - he concentrates a little too hard on the dirt pile at his feet and that is when he sees
It happening all over again.
The rocks roll from the mound when he tries to think hard about what could have possibly happened here. Dirt vibrates apart from the wet clods it is in. It moves like dust across the earth as it moves away from the place Only intends to look. His knees are shaking, his body is stiff as he tenses out of nervousness. Who or what is making this happen? Certainly it isn't him, he is convinced that he has lost his magic for good.
Literally and figuratively.
That is when he hears a voice not too far away - the pile stops squirming with telekinesis as his attention focuses everything on the lament this other being must be going through to use such words. Such words, he deduces, must belong to someone who is lonely or in need of counsel. When he spies Iliad on the other side of the bushes he is reminded of Delumine with how the breeze brings all the summer flowers of trees and shrubs to his nose. Only figures then that Iliad may have recently ventured from Delumine just as he has and takes the gamble by stepping out.
When he sees the whole of Iliad his breath escapes him in soft 'Oh...'. The stranger - to him - is beautiful in a way that Only has never seen before, he is the exact opposite of Only who is metallic black like a snake might be. In Only's eyes - the sight of such white wings means something sort of special to him, it reminds him of Flora somehow. Iliad - specifically - reminds him of Winter before Spring, aglow with a pale light that is so warm that not even the sun could bare to look. Flora is different in this way as well, but she is - to Only - much like a dusty autumn twilight.
"Boys like you?" Only isn't afraid to come closer, the breeze ruffles the shimmering golden hair out of his green eyes as he trains them on Iliad with curiosity. " Surely you are some kind of an angel? Why are you complaining to the sky - isn't that your home?"
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thief for hire
lesser telekinesis
There shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth.
For many are called but few are chosen.
