“Ah, I see.” Which was to say that he didn’t see at all, save for the fact that he now had a very sudden insight into the man now approaching his door. Out of instinct he braced one otherwise non-menacing arm across the barrier of the one open half of the door and waited for the other to finish. In other realms of power dynamics or masculinity he wouldn’t have looked threatening in the slightest – and even within his own realm he was sure he still didn’t look the part – but the social hesitation at least would come through, and if that earned him enough time to consider the other’s words, it would be worth it. “So I see you’re the “get off my lawn in the Biblical sense” type.”
“I can’t say I blame you, given seasons, daylight savings, and how shitty the Easter candy is compared to the Halloween candy don’t exactly garner favor for springtime.” Still, the schlock of requiring closed doors to have a conversation might have been a good request, but was far indeed from a good reason for such a request, and of the two, Stephen was far more interested in the reason for requisite privacy rather than the request for it.
“But I’ll give you this – I can see that you’re serious about being here on other business. I am, however, afraid that that’s all I can give you until you tell me who the hell you are, why you’re here to talk to me – at least in brief and nondescript terms – and one damn good reason why I should let you into my house.” He could still feel the tension in the house, but it was loosening. Both he and the house knew that the man at least wasn’t a banshee, but what else he might be or want was still a tricky question.
“if you were smart… you wouldn’t let me in at all.” the words were not just blunt, but also truthful. at least from his own point of view. “’course, you could always take that slight chance, and see where it takes you.” not that ky thought it would work; he hadn’t said who he was yet for good reason. he just didn’t know how well it would go over.
still, there was no better time than the present of sorts. “either way,” he said, clasping his hands together. “you know what i am, but not why i’m here. so, i doubt you’re not going to like the next part.” least of all in his mind, but this was why he was here, and he wasn’t going to tuck his tail between his legs just due to the fact of a question. well, not this time around. “i’m ky’lar,” he didn’t even use his fathers name this time – just so he could do this without too much fuss, “ and to be blunt? i need your help to take care of a problem.”
“a few of them actually.” he doubted that adding those last few words in would help him, but there was always a chance. especially when he could practically taste failure that seemed to be all to common these days.
Hellfirebound 