The awkward, quiet boy and the newcomer girl seem to have hijacked this meeting. Way to go, Rhonan. he thinks to himself. Not that he cares much what the others think, but more because he’s suddenly the center of attention and he hates that. He prefers sulking about alone, but he can’t take Noah constantly in the corner of his eye. But then again, when others surround him, he finds himself hoping Noah will show as well.
It’s horrid and strange all at once. How can he want both things at once? But oh, he does. So maybe he is a petulant child, but wouldn’t you be petulant too with someone staring at you? Truthfully, he has no idea he’s being bad tempered. He doesn’t know how to be any other way. His head is too full of the lives he’s lived and the world’s he’s destroyed simply by the sheer fact that he exists. By the fact that he was always two seconds too late.
He watches as she changes. Her control over the shadows is masterful. In truth, he doesn’t even know if he could rid himself of the shadows that cling to his coat. He keeps falling through other shadows, rather than actually controlling the teleportation. But his trait is new, no more than a few months old. It is the only proof he has of the lives he’s lived (were they all different lives, or did he just dream it?).
Her grin grows, and then her body. He knows these are shadows, not even because he’s looking that hard but simply because he knows. Ever since the demon, since the end of all things, he’s understood darkness in a way he cannot explain. He understands it. He just cannot control it. “How?” he practically breathes the question, barely making it a question at all. But oh, maybe this girl can help him. Maybe he can stop falling through shadows already.
rhonan.