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I-I don't know. T-Talking to people h-helps to learn m-more about them...

[ Helios is just trying to melt into that wall now, okay? Okay. ] Th-there's a number of things y-you could do. I-I don't know wh-what you would prefer a-aside from what you mentioned though...

[ His voice is barely above a timid whisper as he tries his best to fight the urge to run. He'll bite his lip wincing and cringing. ] I-I'm sorry. I-I don't really know, know what to say.

Talking.

[He rolls his eyes in mock-exasperation.]

Do you think that the idea of simply talking has not crossed my mind?

[His hands slam down on either side of Helios' head.]

I'm tired of talking. I want to do something else now.

[Helios can almost hear the smile in Syre's voice.] Why don't you show me something, hm? Humor me, if you would.

[ Helios literally jumps stifling a small whimper but it's still clearly heard in the air. Oh god. Oh gods this was like Nero all over again. No. No. No. He wasn't going to get hit if he just did what this man asked.

He flinches and cringes trying to move away. ] Sh-show you? Wh-what? Wh-what do you w-want me t-to show you?

[ Hunching, cringing, waiting for a slap to the face or those harsh hands to grip into his shoulders. Gods it's all the triggers that he doesn't want to have or remember. All the things that make him incapable of thinking. ]

[One hand moves gently, almost... kindly, to Helios' face. He brushes his fingers, featherlight, against his cheek.]

Show me... what you can do.

Anything that you can do...

[He lifts the mask just enough so that his lips brush against Helios' ear.]

Satisfy me, Helios.

[ Just a startled gasp as that warm hand brushes against a very, very cold cheek. If that doesn't pique Syre's interest Helios' next trick might. His eyes glow a little and a small gust of wind might conjure up between them. It dissipates with a shiver from Helios as Syre's lips brush against his ear. He will jerk away shaking a little from the intrusive touch from the unfamiliar man. ]

P-Please d-don't do th-that.

Your skin... it's cold.

[For a moment, the shift is forgotten -- a feminine laugh leaves his lips as his fingers trace Helios' jaw.]

Why... is that?

[The sudden burst of wind that separates them -- briefly -- is also surprising. Syre pulls back, the smile still on his lips as he lowers the mask again.]

You've caught my attention, Helios. What else can you do?

[ Just another shaky hitch of breath as Helios moves his head away. He needed to get away. ] I-It's n-nothing. N-Nothing at all...

[ He really doesn't want to talk about it especially to Syre of all people right now. Too much pain and hurt and sorrow are wrapped up in its explanation so he tries to move away some more, wincing as he wings are lightly scrapped along the wall of the building. Helios blinks fighting that stinging sensation in his eyes as he does so. His stomach drops at those words. Gods of all the times to catch someone's attention. He was stuck wasn't he? And no one would be there to get him out of this one, that much he was certain. ] It-it's m-magic.

[ That's all it was. Simple magic and nothing more. ]

That didn't seem like anything "simple".

[Especially since such feats in his homeland required skill that took years to hone...]

[And took years from one's time.]

[Syre lowers his hands.]

This "magic"... how hard is it to learn?

[ Helios will move away and let out a shaky sigh as he looks back at the other. Another stammered reply will pass his lips as he flinches a little more when Syre lowers his hand. ] I-It depends o-on the p-person's dealings with it.

[ He doesn't mention the filial spirits because someone like Syre could be dangerous when using them, especially when he was like this. ]

[Syre's eyes narrow, his arms crossed across his chest.]

And if one has never used this magic before, how could one have "dealings" with it? Your words confuse me.

[ Helios shifts some more looking entirely too uncomfortable. He looks at the floor and then back at Syre cautiously. ] I, ah, I-I don't know.

[ Such a blatant lie to your face Syre. Clearly there is something Helios isn't saying as he rubs the inner palm of his bad hand, wincing at the action. ] It-it's different f-for everyone here. But there's, s-spirits you c-can contact and, and l-learn magic from.

[ It doesn't sound very plausible, does it? But it's the truth at least. Another wince as he moves away a little from Syre. He needs space. ]

...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?

[ 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. ]

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!

[ 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.

...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.

[ 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. ]

[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.

[ 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. ]

...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...

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