Appointments

[removeimpurity]

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[Voice, May 7th]
[Action, July 5th]
[Written, November 11th]

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[removeimpurity]

...you're not telling me everything, Helios.

[His voice is calm and even, but his eyes reveal a glimpse of the smoldering anger hidden just beneath the surface.]

You "don't know"? For someone who doesn't, you know an awful lot of these spirits.

[His tone is hard and demanding as he speaks his next sentence.] What else do you know?

[folklorist]

[ He sees the anger in those eyes, knows it well, because Nero was quite the same when it came down to it. His tone always exuded calmness while his eyes burned with a fiery anger that was almost palpable. Helios looks away then his own eyes filled with anxiety and fear. ] Th-that's all. They-they just sh-show themselves to p-people who are interested in-in magic and, and have an affinity towards it. But it's d-different for everyone in t-terms of contacting them.

[ Another subtle wince as he moves some more against the wall. ]

[removeimpurity]

Then tell me how you contact them!

[His voice rises considerably with the demand, Syre's patience growing short.]

Clearly, you know how to do it, if such feats come so easily to you -- what do you do!?

[Helios knows something Syre doesn't -- he knows of these spirits, and Syre doesn't -- what does Helios have that he doesn't?!]

[His hand collides with the wall, a foot away from Helios' head.]

No more of these games!

[folklorist]

[ He lets out another yelp at that, flinching away and shaking slightly as he does so. ] S-Sorry. I-I'm sorry.

[ Oh gods. Please do not hit him. He will tell you whatever you want just...don't hit him. His reply is a stammered sentence as his mind races a little to think up a reply. ] It-it's d-different for everybody. I-I contacted them th-through, through m-meditation. It-it d-depends on the p-person.

[removeimpurity]

...meditation, hm?

[There's a tense silence, almost as though Syre is about to snap again.]

[Instead, he draws his hand back from the wall, his knuckles considerably bloodied, before speaking again, eerily calm again.]

How... interesting.

[folklorist]

[ Helios was waiting for that snap every fiber of his being taut with anxiety, stress, safe to say if he gets out of this? He's not going to be sleeping for very much the whole night. His lips are pressed together firmly as he just silently nods. Wishing nothing more than to leave now and his eyes darting to either side of them solidifies this fact. He's answered the other's questions, that should be enough, but he knows sometimes that it isn't. His breathing will quicken some, as if it weren't already, as his hands grip and relax into his jeans. ]

[removeimpurity]

[Syre watches him sharply, eyes narrowed for a moment.]

[Then, suddenly, he turns his back to Helios.]

Go. You've served your purpose.

[Then, as an added threat:]

Unless you'd like me to continue with what I had in mind to begin with.

[folklorist]

[ Helios doesn't move for several seconds. He's almost too fearful to so. But when Syre remarks about that it snaps him out of it for him to stir and press against the building again. He'll shake his head fervently before moving away in a flurry of movement. ] N-no.

P-Promise me, you, you won't hurt a-anyone... [ He should just leave shouldn't he? Yeah he's just...going to move away from Syre. But he'll never forgive himself if he hurt anyone else. ]

[removeimpurity]

...you have my word.

[There's a faint turn of his head, and he lifts the mask just enough for Helios to see the smile that curls his lips.]

And I always honor my word.

[He turns away again, waving his hand in an almost nonchalant manner as he stalk away.] Take care, Helios...