devourthemfirst | ♠ Luceti - Appointment Post ♠

[Ever since Czeslaw returned as a child, Maiza has been checking on his flatmate every morning. It was to make sure the boy didn't disappear again, but as not to scare him he's been saying it was to make sure he woke up in time for breakfast. It actually wasn't a bad experience, gently nudging the kid awake in the morning and watching him roll around sleepily (he's never seen Czes like this), but he wondered, every time he knocked on the door, if Czes would be back to his grumpy self soon.

He's thinking the same as he knocks on the door this morning.] Czeslaw? Are you awake?

[It's safe to say that Czes has definitely returned back to his usual grumpy self. Actually, he's a bit more grumpy than normal as he lays there in bed, remembering all that had happened to him over the course of the month.

The Malnosso got to him. They made him mortal again, like they had did to Firo. They made him who he really is, a child.

They made him shout for Fermet like the man was his savior, his guardian.

And that's what he hates the most. He loathes his younger self, for being so naive and stupid back then, trusting Fermet although even now he knows that he would've never had known better back then. And yet at the same time he's jealous of how he was back then--how he was a few days ago.

Because he was happy. Sure he was scared and shy, but he wasn't paranoid. The thought of being devoured by another immortal or being ripped apart by that monster of a man didn't exist in his mind. All he thought of was eating the snow and catching a carp for Christmas. He was... more or less relaxed save for the being shy part. But it only makes him even more upset and annoyed at the Malnosso for reminding him of what his life has turned into since then.

His thoughts are interrupted when he hears Maiza knock and speak from outside the door and he sits up in bed and leans back against his headboard.]

I'm awake, Maiza. [He doesn't sound sleepy and his words aren't spoken in a mumble like how his younger self would've done. Instead he sounds awake and annoyed. Not at Maiza of course, at the Malnosso.]

[There's a moment before he speaks again. Czeslaw's tone is clear, his voice is easily audible through the door, and he sounds alert. This can really only mean one thing and Maiza hesitates, having gotten used to getting the child out of bed every morning for a month. The past few weeks had been nostalgic for him, and he has to remind himself that this here is reality before he comes face to face with Czes.]

... Good morning. Do you mind if I come in?

[He's relieved that Czeslaw is back to the way he was. That much he knows is true. He would miss the bright smiles and being allowed to pick him up, but Czeslaw is Czeslaw. He missed the snarky friend he could treat as an equal this month, too. He missed the shared experience he had with Czes, no matter how terrible and bitter it was. (Was that selfish of him?)]

[He takes note of the hesitation before Maiza speaks again and knows that he's now aware that he's back to normal. Is he disappointed? It's possible. Who wouldn't want gullible, cheerful Czes? Because he knows that he sometimes wishes he could go back to being that happy.

He's quiet for a moment, running a hand through his hair frustratedly before speaking up again]

You can come in.

Excuse me, then.

[And he opens the door, stepping inside. He can confirm with just a glance that this Czes is the Czes he met in New York.]

Breakfast is ready if you want some. How're you feeling?

Well enough, I guess. [You know, aside from the being annoyed part. But he moves the covers and slides his legs off the bed to stand up]

What's for breakfast?

I made some toast. Is there anything else you want to eat?

Some eggs, if that's all right. [He glances at the train set that's off to the side in his room, sighs at it and walks out ahead of Maiza.

Dammit Malnosso they did that on purpose]

Eggs are perfectly fine. How do you want them?

[He closes Czes' door behind him and follows, watching the boy quietly.]

Sunny-side up, please. [Just gonna keep walkin right towards the kitchennnn... ]

[He stares after him for a while, stops in his steps.]

Hey Czeslaw.

[He stops once he's called and turns to look back]

Yes?

[He observes his friend for a moment, silent. Then he smiles once more and catches up to him with a pat on his shoulder.]

It's good to have you back.

[Czes doesn't smile in return and only looks back at the hall in front of him]

I wonder. [Because he isn't even happy to be back--to have all of his memories haunting him and paranoia controlling his every move. And he can remember Maiza and how happy he was to have such an innocent and smiling Czes around. Who wouldn't be happy to have that Czes around?

He would.]

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[His eyebrows rise slightly, and he tenses just a bit. He had been expecting that doubt from Czeslaw, but when it's thrown in his face like this it's hard to react to.]

... Czeslaw.

[Sorry Maiza, he's not in the best of moods.

He stares ahead for a moment longer before finally moving to walk towards the kitchen again. There's no apology or anything more said from him on that subject, instead he just goes back to the original topic.] Let's just go eat.

[Yeah he can tell.

He sighs, and nods at Czeslaw's retreating back for a moment before following again.] All right.

[Once in the kitchen, he walks over to the fridge and pulls out the eggs and some milk to pour himself a glass to go with his toast and egg.]

[Czeslaw's breakfast is set on the table, at his usual spot. Maiza has made himself a cup of coffee to drink, too, having already eaten, but he doesn't get that before he turns to Czes.]

Need a hand?

[By the moment after it happens, he forgets what he was even trying to get Czes' attention for. It might've been to ask him to help move things while he was cleaning, or maybe it was just to get his attention. He doesn't remember if Czes was particularly immersed in anything.

But he can't remember because the moment he reaches out to tap the kid's shoulder and they connect, there's a loud ZAP and a spark flies between them! But totally unromantically it's a literal spark. He wasn't expecting the static (it was more like a mini-lightning) and he snaps his hand back in surprise! And then he stares when he realizes that he made Czes' hair stand on end.

Whups.]

[At that moment, there wasn't really anything Czes had been doing. Only sitting there and completely drowned in the possession of Twila, wings full and pitch black as they had been for a few days now, and toying with the shadows of random items about the room. When he feels the sudden charge of electricity though, his hair immediately stands up (though he doesn't realize it) and he yelps, jumps from his seat and grabs the place he got shocked. It takes him a moment to realize what happened then he glares at Maiza.]

M-Maiza, what was that for?! [He actually seems pretty mad about it though that's Twila seeping through]

[Czeslaw was fortunate to be born with hair that wasn't frizzy, a calmer part of Maiza's brain thinks as he blinks his squinty eyes at the sight of Czes' hair standing all crazily, the big hair doesn't look good on him at all. But he shouldn't say that or else the kid would get really, really mad.]

Sorry, Czeslaw, I was just tryin' to talk to you. It looks like this electricity thing does more than cause a few lightning bolts. You all right?

[It probably would be wise not to say that right now, yes. But Czes simply rubs his shoulder a little as the pain disappears as quickly as it came on.]

You don't have to touch me in order to talk to me. [Gosh Maiza keep your hands to yourself if you're gonna go around shocking people!! He let's go of his shoulder and sighs though, calming down as twila recedes a little] I'm fine, you should know I am. [Immortality and all, he means] So what did you want? [Still has not noticed his hair]

[Completely unfazed by Czes' anger and pushing back any amusement that might show up on his face, he sighs softly and tries to remember what he was going to say. He then remembers the broom he's holding in his hand, and remembering, points to the chair Czes is on.]

I was going to ask if you 'd help me move that, I think. You were lost in thought I didn't know if you'd hear.

I would've heard you. [Though it's entirely possible he wouldn't have considering Twila had wrapped his mind in her darkness at that moment. But nevertheless!! he gets up off the chair and turns around to grab the armrest]

Do you still want my help?

Yeah. That'd be great actually.

[He walks around to the other side of the chair, grabbing the opposite armrest. They just gotta move it to the other side of the room, but he glances again at Czes' hair. Man... he should tell him.]

[Firo's had a rough start to the week, so a couple days pass before he realizes he should check on Czes and has the time to do so. Something fishy's going on and he wants to make sure Czes is all right.

A visit to the apartment turns up empty. Firo resorts to strolling through the town with his eyes peeled. This method is surprisingly effective when he spots Czeslaw sitting right in the plaza; waving, he dashes over to him.]

Hey!

[For some odd reason, he's less annoyed with Czes now that he sees kid. He chalks it up to relief, not realizing just how much the spirits are messing with him.]

[There isn't any real reason why Czes is out at the plaza in particular today. Strange things had been happening for the past few days, and now possessed by Hyt, being at home made him feel uncomfortable almost, especially with Maiza around. His paranoia was worse than the days before and it would pick at his mind to remind him that he was in the house with another immortal.

Which shouldn't have bothered him--not with Maiza at least. He knew the man would do him no harm, he wanted to trust him, but his paranoia wouldn't have that. So he left and found himself here staring out into the crowd, not even people watching. Just staring.

When Firo approaches him, he simply lifts his head and just... stares at him. He doesn't utter a word.]

Hey.

[It's silly to think Czes didn't hear his earlier greeting considering how loudly he was shouting, but he repeats it anyway as he stops a few feet in front of Czes. He rests his hands on his knees as he bends down to be closer to Czes's eye level.

The quietness strikes him as odd, even if Czes isn't the most chatty kid to begin with. But who is Firo to question him?

...Did he really just think that? The spirits' influence is a funny thing and Firo wonders if he's losing his mind; he'll question whomever he damn well pleases!]

What're you doin' here? I've been lookin' for you.

[Again, Czes doesn't say a word to Firo. His lips stay sealed shut. Though his expression turns a little more worried than before. He can feel the itch in his legs and his mind.

Don't come any closer now Firo... You're immortal too, just like Maiza and the rest of them.]

[Nope, he's going to shuffle a little closer so he can reach out to try and shake Czes's shoulder.]

C'mon, what's wrong? You sleepin' with your eyes open, or are you just givin' me the silent treatment?

[And without even really thinking about it, Czes quickly swats his hand away from him before it can get touch him, his mind immediately jumping to the thought of him trying to devour him, and jumps off the fountain edge, taking a few steps back with a now panicked expression on his face.

Don't try that again Firo or he might run.]

[Firo pulls his hand back as if he touched fire. Czes doesn't always take kindly to contact--sometimes Firo forgets--but Firo can't remember him reacting so dramatically before.]

What the-!

[He's about to ask what the hell is wrong with Czes, but then it hits him that he actually looks scared, not just annoyed.]

...Are you okay?

[Ah... he did it again.

There's an obvious pause before Czes slowly shakes his head but doesn't say anything to follow up on that. There are two sides to his answer but both support the fact that he isn't okay.

On one side, with Hyt's tampering, his paranoia is eating at him, digging up and making his deep fear of the other immortals surface. With an immortal in front of him, he's scared, the thought of being possibly devoured running through his mind. On the other side, Hyt is tampering with him. While it might be true that he can act like this and even worse in reality, he doesn't want this fear surfaced and shown to others. Especially not Firo. He may not be able to get the words out but he has to play this off as something that totally isn't him]

[It has to be bad if Czes is actually admitting it to Firo of all people. In fact, he's so surprised by Czes's answer that he stares at the kid for a moment.

Hiding his concern takes effort, and he doesn't do the best job of it when he opens his mouth to speak again.]

What is it? Are you hurt?

[There's another shake of his head.

And because his lips refuse to move still, he spreads one of his large, white wings a little and points to it. He's trying to explain it's whatever's going on but it's hard.]

The wings?

[He spreads out his own orange wings in an imitation of Czes's gesture. He doubts that simple fear of something new would be enough to affect Czes so much, but with so little information he feels he's left with only that assumption.]

I know it's weird, Czes, but I don't think it's gonna be anything too bad. You'll be okay.

[That's a lie. He thinks that this is build up to something worse.]

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