🌖~ Moonlit Obsidian ~ 🌔 [with M-jow]

[mik3la]

The other didn't had to tell what he was thinking as he could see the look in his eyes when he realized what had happened exactly. He had been the target all along. He was supposed to be attacked in the library and most likely he was supposed to die tonight instead of Noah. His friend was dead because of him. 

Guild and grief was building in his chest again, feeling his heart squeeze like hell, like thorns where pinned in it. It was all his fault. He was the cursed one.

He was about to break apart when the other asked where he lived and that he shouldn't go alone given the circumstances. That made him rethink everything and trying to understand why would someone want him dead. 

His line of thoughts was interrupted when he the other mentioned that he was not safe and that he should know how magic works. 

"Yeah I know ... they leave a scent that can be found by hounds ..." he said unconsciously, responding out of reflex. Of course he knew about magic. He was a magic being, but the only person that knew that was Noah. And now Asher. 

He took a deep breath and turned his eyes towards the guy, locking his eyes with the honey colour that shined now in the dark of the room. 

[M-jow]

Asher stiffened.

The answer had slipped out so fast the other hadn't noticed. And Asher hadn’t missed the way Kaito caught himself, that sharp little intake of air when the man realizing he’d just stepped off the edge of no return.

 

He didn’t need to ask futher to understand. Kaito had already outed himself. Magic-born. No matter how he’d tried to keep quiet about it, the scent clung to him.

But that wasn’t what was weighing the most on the other's mind. It didn't take much for Kaito to put the puzzle pieces together in the same way Asher suspected Noah’s death to have happened. The way he held himself and the change in his expression. He recognise the clues.

Asher’s jaw flexed. He turned away slightly, letting his eyes scan the sterile lines of the hospital room instead of lingering.

Magic.

Of course it had to be magic.

His pulse thudded in his ears, and for a second he had to breathe deliberately to keep his voice level. There was a long, bitter history between wolves and magic users. Centuries-old blood feuds, broken treaties, and a hundred reasons not to trust someone like Kaito.

Both Asher and Logan had been taught this while growing up. Their father had described magic as an sickening feeling, that smelled like roses and rotten meat.. and it was true. Magic did smell like that normally. But.. well Kaito didn’t really smell like that to him. Which was why he was unsure. His nose did tickle so that was his only give away.

 

He folded his arms, eyes turnimg back to Kaito, who was being quiet now. The IV line still in his arm, the bandage near his temple made him look more human, and less like the threat Asher’s mind wanted him to be. But instincts didn’t care. Magic was magic.

"Well that is that," Asher said, voice low, not accusing him, cause pick their own birth, “Whatever this is… whoever you are, it got nothing to do with our situation.”

He ran a hand through his hair, restless, scanning the hallway just beyond the door. Two uniformed officers were still stationed outside. Not their people. Just humans. Useless if the attackers came back with spellwork or scent-blockers.

“You’re can't go anywhere, yet” he said, mostly to himself. “Not until a doctor signs you off. And I can’t just let you walk out of here alone even then. If anyone is after you it would be too easy to just put a bullet in you”

He stepped closer to the window, arms still crossed. The city outside was coated in the night. Streetlights glowing and headlights flashing along the roads like a river of fireflies. There was a faint sound of sirens in the distance outsidethe window. Somewhere out there, someone was cleaning up the mess. Or waiting to finish what they started. But what for what?? 

Asher didn’t look at Kaito when he spoke again.

“You’ve got magic in you. I can smell it. But it’s a driffrent kind of scent coming off from you. So I wasn’t sure.”

 

“I don’t know how well you’ve hidden it before. But you need to hid yourself much better for now one.” His voice dropped, sharp as a blade. “Because someone is properly hunting you.”

He finally turned, locking eyes with Kaito. The fluorescent lights cast shadows under his eyes, making them look darker than they were.

“I can offer you a safe place to stay temporarily, while I try to find the people behind this. Of course it’s your choice to take the offer or not. I'm not forcing you... however it would be foolish to reject a werewolves protection” he added.

[mik3la]

"What do you mean it has nothing to do with the situation?" he said standing up facing him. "It has everything to do with it. Because of me Noah is …" he caught his cry in his throat biting his lip and brush his hand through his hair in frustration.

 

Because of his magic. Was then the accident in the library not an accident then? was it because of him as well? But why would they want him out of the picture? He didn't do anything.

 

Unless …, he thought of the book in the library that he found and that when he was trying to escape he had took the book and put it in his bag.

 

My bag … my bag... where the fuck is my bag... , he started to say in his mind looking around the room trying to find his things and clothes as he was in a hospital garment.

 

Kaito was looking for his bag in the room when the other turned and said he could offer him a safe place temporarily and it would be foolish to reject the protection of a werewolf.

 

his protection? …. no one is safe around me … so why would I want to put others in danger … he seems good in what he's doing an all, but I already have blood of my hands with Noahs death being my fault, I don't need the death of a werewolf.

 

"Thanks for the offer but ...uhm... fuck! Have you seen my bag?" he asked frustrated that he couldn't find his bag. "A grey with green stripes rucksack. I had it at Noahs place. Have you seen it? Do you know where they put my stuff?" he asked turning to look at him feeling a little dizzy from the agitation that he looked around but he managed to keep himself steady on his legs.

[M-jow]

Asher watched him unravel, the calm mask Kaito had been wearing now cracked at the edges. His movements were too sharp, too desperate, and Asher didn’t need a healer’s training to see the way the strain tugged at his limbs or the way his knees wavered under the thin fabric of the hospital gown.

He held his arm out catching the man by the waist to help from falling.

“I didn’t see any bag,” he said, voice level. “Not when the medics loaded you into the van. If it was at Noah’s place, it probably didn’t make it far.”

He didn’t need to ask what was in the bag. The panic told him it was sometime to be considered important enough. Maybe even something that could be dangerous. But was that something anyone would kill over?.

Asher exhaled slowly through his nose, jaw tightening. The scent radiating off Kaito made the back of his throat itch. He wanted to snap at him to sit the hell down before he almost fell over again, but of course the other was on edge. He couldn’t act like that.

Sit,” he said, tone brooking with no room for argument. “Before you fall over.”

Once Kaito was stady on his own, Asher moved to the door, cracked it open, and signaled to one of the officers.

“I need you to find out where the patient's belongings were taken. He had a rucksack on him. Grey, green stripes. Find it.”

The officer hesitated a second, but Asher’s look was enough to send him moving. Human or not, authority still held weight if you wore it like you meant it.

He shut the door again and turned back to the room.

"What is in the bag?" He asked with his arms crossed as he stood better Kaito's bed and the door.

[mik3la]

When the other caught him by the waist he calmed for a second but his skin was tingling with sparks where his hand was touching him. He looked up at him and the closeness they were in and took a deep breath, sensing a sweet smell of leafs, leather and cinnamon. An odd combination and he found it strange that he hadn't noticed it before. 

He sat when asked and tried to remember where he had placed his bag when he got to Noahs place. Was it on the couch up in the studio, or on the counter. Where the fuck did i put it?! 

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"What is in the bag?" 

At first he didn't want to answer as he wasn't sure if he could trust the other but he remembered what Noah was saying about him. That he was one of the great men that he knew in his life and loyal and fighting for what was right. 

"It was a book ... " he paused as he looked at the ground and then liftend his eyes to the other. "A bood that i've found by accident or maybe i was supposed to find at the library and thats why the attack this morning" he continued brushing his hair in frustration. 

"A book called 'Moonlit Obsidian"