———❝ YOU DON’T HAVE TO FEEL ALONE. not anymore, at the very least. ❞ it’s an assurance he has trouble making. the path they chose had sentenced their party to a world of hurt worse than the one they had already escaped from. though not the best at words of comfort, buccellati could understand the girl’s feelings. they were fighting a battle on two fronts.
———❝ STOP ME IF YOU’VE HEARD THIS ONE. someone told it to me the other day. ❞ creasing the end of his lapel, the man leaned forward, hands folded together between his legs. gaze on the woman, he managed to keep his attention sharp as they continued this little charade. he knew better than to let his guard down with her in close proximity. he’d been approached alone, a sign of confidence at the very least.
❝ a roman guy walks into a bar, holds up two fingers. five, please, he says. ❞
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his oculars danced in his sockets, observing everything but the other’s hues. eventually, they landed, finding an offering hand outstretched to him. when his eyes are directed down, it placed emphasis on how heavy his eyelids are. FOLLOWING STRANGERS IS DANGEROUS, but tiki never listened to his conscience.
he wasn’t a man of many words, he nodded his consent instead.
where were they? tiki is nescient of that detail. he was never an observant man, and because of how he was raised, he never asks questions. the only thing he knew was that they’re somewhere more private, where no one can condemn them for WHAT THEY ARE.
❝ i’m… tiki, i was… born with… this. ❞
———IT WAS A PLACE THAT ELLIOT HAD CALLED HOME LIKE ALL OTHERS ; a faceless, nameless room at a dingy bed and breakfast. to say he had much of a home would be like saying a migratory bird had one nest. he offered the young man a glass of water and some packaged snacks he’d bought for the road. the man had come only to travel, to see, and he’d done it in the way a hitchhiker had some semblance of an idea where to go.
❝ tiki… my name is elliot. ❞ the name chosen, not given, but certainly a name. he picked through a bag of trail mix, noting that the absence of pain beneath his nail. there was much to talk about.
❝ are you religious, tiki? i suppose we could start there, if you’d like. ❞
“ You’re here to be a little more Glinda than Elphaba for once in your life and save me from myself. “ He’s only even seen the original Wizard or Oz and none of the Wicked stageplay, so don’t even start on him about his analogy—— movements are lethargic, Jude’s typical energy slashed in half by his growing discomforts. Protectively, subconsciously, palm rests low on navel ( where heat pulses and flares ) while following after companion. Eyes slip down Elliot’s form of their own accord, noting the set of his shoulders, slope of his spine, and the shape of his ass with a new, rut – induced appreciation. He doesn’t immediately catch himself, but when thoughts make an abrupt, lewd to just what the warlock may look like without any of his clothes on
— that’s when Jude starts with a flinch, face’s reddened hue deepening.
In retrospect, maybe calling over a ‘friend’ to keep him from mounting total strangers in a public washroom was an even more terrible idea on his part. Judgement and horror directed at him from people he didn’t know is a bit more bearable than having it directed at him by people he does. “ I won’t hang out long. I… have to back in a couple hours to pick up my bike that’s next door. “
———IT WASN’T THAT HE COULDN’T TELL THE MAN WAS LOOKING AT HIM. he could certainly tell. street by street, he tried to ignore the gaze the other seemed to be driving into him from behind, as difficult as that was. this was not the gaze of a hunter and prey, nor the unsavory glare he was used to with others in similar professions. he sensed there was something more to the man’s supposed fever, more than jude would care to admit.
❝ i could come back with your keys and park it in my garage. you don’t seem so good on your feet, i don’t really trust you to drive it properly. ❞ he kept his bike here in germany, not wanting to overcrowd it in busy new york streets where the best form of transportation was the subway. entering the station from the stairway down, he waved the man over to the platform as the train pulled up. trips like these were short and often on time. the flat he’d bought in berlin charted at around thirteen hundred euros a month, a price for the easy access to the train and u-bahn.
✿ The girl swallowed hard as they were wrenched around the corner and into the open streets, keeping her eyes trained on his enigmatic grin. Had she seen something that she wasn’t supposed to? Mio wouldn’t have doubted that for a moment- there had always been something off about this man. He exuded an aura unbefitting of a mere rank-and-file teacher, he draped himself in refineries and luxuries that others in his position could only dream of obtaining.
But most importantly, he’d been watching over her closely since the beginning of the semester. Sometimes, Mio would catch him stealing cool glances in her direction, as if he were waiting for something- the right moment to strike perhaps? Shuddering at the thought, the girl would wrap her arms around herself and attempt to steady her erratic breaths.
Something like a sigh or a gasp involuntarily slipped past her trembling lips at the moment that he’d come to a full stop and mentioned the incident that tied everything together. The pieces were beginning to click into place; “W-wait, you saw it? You could see the ‘alien’, as well…?”
———THE QUESTION EARNED HER A SMILE UNLIKE THE ONES HE TENDED TO PUT ON. genuine and of greater substance, the man kept his eyes on the road but almost wished he could face her in that moment.
he’d always been sort of intense, for very viable reasons. growing up in a place that did not forgive even the most innocent of children, he’d been shaped into monster and man through others’ motivations. never once did he get the sort of mentorship that came without a price. it meant something to him that he could do this for mio, that he could allow her the kind of guidance without manipulation or lies.
coming up to the end of the street where maki lived, the began to search for a place to park closer to her house. the amount of bags she had would be cumbersome to carry all the way, but in the end, he slid the car into the first spot he saw, and exited the car to help.
❝ maki-san, there is much to talk about, but i’d like to tell you, 「WHITE LION」 isn’t anything to be afraid of. ❞
“ and you expect me to just believe you ? “ though she sidled along as well , having an unexpectedly little amount of trouble with balance and almost letting go of him once or twice . she’d been ready to jump from the start , optimal angle or not , and the child in her swung her legs over the gap as she bobbed her head .
“ alright , i’ll jump . “
———IT WASN’T A MATTER OF TRUST THAT HAD KEPT THEM FROM TAKING A WORSE PLUNGE. elliot was perfectly fine being a treacherous liar in the face of persecution, not that he intended to be that kind of person.
pushing off the branch with the strange child in hand, he quickly slowed their descent to a comfortable floating drop. it tended to be hard with another in his grasp, but the girl was not large and he had the experience to do it.
❝ now, will you tell me who and what you are, kid? ❞
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