Ky knew he shouldn’t have been so blunt. A few specific words at the right or even wrong time was all anyone needed to start a fight. This time, Ky wasn’t entirely sure he could finish this one, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t at least attempt it.
“Do I have to say it?” Maybe he did; just to prove a point. The only problem was that Ky didn’t truly believe that it was necessary. “Or are you just that blind these days, Old Man?”
Stephen felt the barb of that statement dig into his skin like an arrowhead. He might even have flinched a bit, but he hid it behind raising his hand to daub at the bead of blood on his nose. It was a motion that wasn’t bound to go very far, not when the other man was apparently not going to let him off the hook this time.
The route of approach, however, came as a bit of a blindside to him. It was enough to make him turn to the other in surprise, the smear of blood on his hand and undoubtedly with wide eyes. “I -” He swallowed his tongue, still not sure how to rebut that. “I don’t expect any of them to understand. Or to care. So I let them.”
“You deserve better than this.” Maybe that was selfish pride and a bit of vanity talking. Ky never had been or would ever be selfless. To let himself bleed for anyone – just so they could go another day ignorant of what was around them. No, he didn’t feel anyone, let alone humans needed protection when it was quite clear they wouldn’t either appreciate or even care for it.
“Especially when you bleed for the protection of those,” his arms folded across his chest with a grunt, “Lessers.” It was a name Ky used for a majority of Humans and just about anyone he didn’t like. To him, it was a way to distinguish those who didn’t have much worth against those that did, and most of the time he kept his mouth shut on the matter.
However, this wasn’t one of those times. He was going to attempt to voice his true thoughts on the matter. Even though he knew it would come back to bite him in the long run. “You let them walk all over you and for what? Nothing more than letting them continue their arrogance.”
🕷 ❝ uhhhhhhhhhhh . . who are you friends with. maybe if you mention a friend of a friend then maybe we can be . . friends. ❞
❝ most of them are dead or in cells. ❞ there was a shrug. ❝ doesn’t really say much about me. ❞ then again, ky didn’t actually have many friends, and the last three he had he almost killed. ❝ does it? ❞
This conversation was dragging on too long and Peter was starting really wishing he understood the situation more. He’s careful of where he moves his arms, doesn’t want to cross them over his chest despite feeling like he needed to. Maybe it was nerves, anxiety of some sort, a need to protect himself if that was really possible at this point. He still had his web-slingers on, the cartridges loaded but that still didn’t change the fact that this other person had seen his face.
“Why not tell me about yourself?” Peter thinks he’s getting somewhere, if the man (or really whatever he was) was opening up about what he was exactly. “Even if you don’t think I’ll understand, I’d still like to know. You’ve seen my face, at least share a little bit of information with me. Make this worth my time, otherwise I’m going to keep pushing till I annoy you.” Peter’s grinning, amused, but it’s with a hint of playfulness that doesn’t reach his eyes.
“So you’re family is hunting you down? What for?” He’s asking, but he already knows he won’t get an answer, not something that’ll help with the situation. “Just – what is it that you’re wanting from me? To fight them? To help protect you?” That was something he could at least get behind. Killing was something he would be fine with preventing.
“And you’ve seen mine, but I don’t see the need -nor want- to hide behind a mask.” Ky could have very easily, but wasn’t ashamed of himself. For the most part, he was content with doing whatever he wanted or was even necessary with out one. If he was caught? So be it. He’d bribe his way out of custody.
“My family,” he said, folding his arms across his chest, “is complicated.” While he could have said more, Ky decided it wasn’t worth explaining the specifics of his family. Nor did he think Peter needed to know of everything – just the basics would suffice for now. “Not to mention powerful – maybe even more than you.”
“The specifics don’t matter on that little part, but what I need,” a pause, “Rather, what I want is something more than you could possibly manage to obtain.” Or maybe that was just his own thoughts on the matter. “However, to make it in simple terms for you…I need a distraction of sorts.” It wasn’t the type of request he’d usually make of anyone, but this was a time for firsts it seemed.
“so you’re saying i’m the lucky one that gets to balance the scales for the assholes that get whatever they want. especially the ones that don’t have to do a damn thing to get where they are.” not surprising at all, but utterly frustrating. “at least i serve some sort of purpose, i guess.”
“i’m saying some people are just born for greatness – other’s have to work towards it.” not that ky could truly say anything on the matter. he knew better than most that sometimes the scales had to be tipped in a certain direction to make turns out out half-way decent. “it all depends on perspective.”
❛ uh—— ❜ stance steadied, hands found their way to hips, she wasn’t offended, but certainly ready to prove a point. ❛ ——i am special. the chosen one, you know — unto every generation and blah blah—— ❜ one hand abandoned its perch at her hip to press against her chest. ❛ ——that’s me, i’m this generation’s slayer. so yeah, special. ❜ never mind that the whole chosen one had gotten a little bit muddy when she died that… those times. but that’s really not the point.
hand remained at her chest, but now her expression morphed into something of mock delight. ❛ i’m your first ? wow, how touching, that’s a big step, i wasn’t sure i’d be ready for it but—— ❜ the false excitement was cut off on an edge of sarcasm, and both arms moved in unison now to cross over her chest.
❛ look, all i know is that you’re probably going to cause less trouble if i’m there — right ?❜ she didn’t give him time enough to answer before she was slinging the crossbow on her back and walking ahead. ❛ right, so let’s go. what’s the worst that can happen ?❜ famous last words, a voice in the back of her head reminded, but she was hell bent ( pun intended ) on ignoring it.
❛ yes, the chosen one. ❜ he rolled his eyes as he spoke the words. ❛ once every generation to kill – what was it again? supernatural creatures that go bump in the night? oh, that must be fun. ❜ the idea that someone was created to deal with these threats were interesting, but he wasn’t going to dig more into the situation about slayer than necessary.
❛ you see, if i cause less trouble, two old men; a red and black one won’t try to drag me back. if they see you, they’ll get more angry – so try to at least keep me under control. ❜ or not. the specifics didn’t matter to him on what she did. just as long as she managed to observe, keep him from doing something stupid, and what have you.
❛ or would you rather try to stab me again? i mean, true, i did find it kinky, but unfortunately for you? ❜ he smirked ❛ maybe give it a few years – you may become my type. ❜ or not. it didn’t really matter to him in all reality. ❛ or does being a slayer mean you can’t have a boyfriend? ❜
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