Open Post 002

[2020mod]

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[viced]

"Barely of use is still of use, Edward, and I need every fucking centimeter of ground I'm going to be able to get, you know that," he watched him, carefully.

His eyes may be brown, but there was still a touch, a hint of the intensity he'd always held, the way he watched Edward, and then everything around like he drank in the details, carefully pulling together what he saw with what he heard, painting the framework of where he was in his mind.

He'd forgiven Edward, yes. He had. How couldn't he? It was no different than what Suzanne had done to, well, most of New York City, and even now, as he watched, he wasn't in control. He could see it, plain as day, but he could also see that he was struggling for it, grasping at sand and hoping it would rain so it would clump, and he could haul it away.

He watched, but he wasn't silent. He rarely left the void empty, if he could help it.

"I'll give it to you straight, Edward," he paused, expecting a pun, a joke, something from him, before continuing. "If I go back home, I'd know if you followed, hell, the only reason we spoke last time was that I let you in. You know how my powers work, and you know that I'm not unarmed, if I don't want to be."

He made it sound more badass than it actually was. He'd never exactly been the best at fighting, but he could at least run a dumptruck into a person if at all necessary, and sometimes that was all he needed.