———❝ IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT, you have my permission to look away. ❞ rooting around the inside of the wound, he gracelessly heaved as he plucked the bullet out. despite his best efforts, the man was still human. a wound like that needed immediate attention, lest the skin heal over with it still inside. gaze turning towards the young man, he lifted slowly and leaned up against the alley wall.
———❝ PARDON ME… was that like an innuendo? ❞ blinking, the man wondered momentarily on the woman’s wording. something about how the phrase danced around a secret he’d been keeping, a secret he was sure she could sense. this was no ordinary person, not if she chose her words so close to home.
———KAUFMAN ALMOST WANTED TO TURN AROUND AND CURSE AT THE OBVIOUS JAB. overwhelmed beyond words, he could not manage even a slight glare at the man filling him. pace unmatched, he laid face down on the wide mattress as DIO continued to pound into his battered pussy. strange how that worked. he’d talked a big game, remarking how he would run the man dry after hours of fucking. now, it seemed as though DIO had dayson him.
❝ at this rate — you’re going to kill me… ❞ he joked, a ridiculous thought but a thought that nonetheless aroused him. to be fucked senseless like this had been a desire for some time. his wish now fulfilled by the incubus, the man wondered how far this would go and to what end?
“Everyone’s got a signature mate, some are just more obvious than others. And some are just better at spotting them I suppose.” zhey chuckled then, though the smile didn’t quite breach into emerald eyes. So, he could sense the supernatural as well? Zhe wondered if even now, zhey gave off a signature of sorts, though it might be altered now given the current situation.
“For the meantime, you can call me Maguire; Brendon Maguire of Belfast at your service.” zhey gave a small bow with the introduction, it’s been a long time since zhey had to use ‘Brendon’ as a cover name. “And I’m sure you’re right sir Elliot, but the numbers don’t always speak for themselves.” zhey sent a wink for clarification.
“I think that is good of you to do so, too many times have the two clashed and behind an ocean of blood in its wake.” eyes darkened with memory, the scars coating the entirety of zheir legs tingling with the phantom ghost flames of the past. “But, I must ask what the source of your magic might be? It’s one I’m not overly familiar with.”
———❝ NAME SURE PACKS A PUNCH? elliot kaufman, berlin native. ❞ he wondered on that, the power of a name. elliot grew up in weimar, a city in the southern portion of germany. only after his mother had passed, had he forsaken the municipality and entered the bustling movement that came with berlin life. strange how some things never changed. cities remained as they were, growing at a rate so relative to their surroundings.
he offered his hand, emerald eyes steady as he shook maguire’s own. there was a small jolt of energy through the leather buffer of his black gloves, something he supposed might happen when two magic users grew in proximity. he’d always been able to sense the arcane, like an amputee swearing his phantom limb would ache when rain was near. instead of a limb, it was the scar tissue on the back of his neck.
❝ i could say demons, but that would be a vast oversimplification, maguire. ❞ a smile dusted over a rather neutral expression. not everyone liked the sound of demonic intervention. certainly, the idea of selling one’s soul only to be fooled out of longevity had been the center of many famous works. faust himself could not attain satisfaction before his end of the deal was up.
❝ something older than demons, i think… a primordial god, of sorts. infernal still, but not of the same selfish intentions. my demon is one who seeks justice. ❞
tiki didn’t pay much attention to the house, he never observed details too well. but the very back of his brain told him that it was better than the current denizen he’s living at… illicitly. but he wasn’t focused on living matters, he was more fascinated with the glass of water. he took the glass into his large hands with reluctance. did he hate water? no. but it was all he drank at the laboratory. once he was liberated, he discovered soda and grew a preference for the beverage.
nonetheless, he still took the glass’ rim to his rosy lips and sipped on it. ❝ thank you, ❞ was said after pulling the glass away from his mouth. the laboratory taught him many things, such as being polite and always thankful for any good deed. ❝ delighted to… make your acquaintance, elliot… elliot, ❞ he repeated the name. he found the name to be pleasant on the tongue. ❝ that’s a… beautiful name,
❞ he added.
not many people asked him about his religion, he assumed that nobody cared about the subject anymore. but tiki didn’t mind being asked, he wasn’t ashamed of it. to begin his answer, he revealed a cross necklace that hid under his shirt. ❝ oh yeah, i think… i’m a christian. i love god and jesus and mary and joseph… and the whole lot. i go to church… every sunday… when i remember. ❞
———A SMILE GRACED HIS FACE AT THE COMPLIMENT. he wasn’t used to the sort of politeness that came in situations like this. too many questions, too much confusion ; when it came to conversations like these, many young people were quick to display their emotions in a negative space. tiki felt almost… reticent.
❝ i used to be a bit more religious myself, but i still practice to a degree. ❞ he wondered if the young man had ever met anyone who wasn’t christian. a town like this did not offer much in the way of selection, yet that wasn’t exactly something he considered heinous for the size of the place. usually, he would have liked to separate religion from the matter, but it was hard to know what the kid would believe.
❝ i ask, because i was not born with my abilities. ❞ from what he could tell, this wasn’t nearly as arcane of a union as elliot’s own situation. there needed to be a bridge he could work with, and religion seemed to be just that.
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