Wikus’ smile came for once, enjoying the thrill of the false chase way more than he should. His shoulder came firmly to shove people left and right, plowing through them without much trouble as he specifically chose the human trails rather than those in which the bulking Akalaks roamed. His strength and their unawareness gave him the advantage, and he showed no mercy as he forced his way forward, most of their replies being gasps or insults shot at his back. By far, the most joy came from the feeling of Kavala being behind him, following blindly like a sheep, unaware of his ploy and his success in carrying it out. For once he seemed to be in control of the situation even if his improvisation was somewhat childish and immature. Nonetheless, if it worked it was valid. His lungs were soon giving in, and only once he restrained his smile he dared to glance back, hoping to find Kavala’s features in pain, or hurry, or pretty much anything that wasn’t her usual inquisitive and relaxed face. She wasn’t there, not when he glanced back nor when he halted and inspected his surroundings in search for her presence. He didn’t have to retrain a smile as it had faded, and nothing but the anger and frustration felt in that moment was drawn in his features. Had she not followed him? Had she seen through his lie?
Clenching a fist, a childish tantrum wanted to come out from him. Once again, that woman had managed to completely see through his intentions and with her indifference she once again claimed another victory. She, with her eyes, with her words and her presence, was perhaps the worst individual he had ever come across. No matter what kind of armor he placed between them, she always managed to slide through the gaps and once again win. It was a competition, as Wikus didn’t believe there was nothing else between them. Just like that moment in which his flower was hurled towards her face, he knew there was no kind of action he could do to correct his mistake. That being the previous season, now he felt even more desperately angry despite all the confidence he had gained, despite all the things he had done to convince himself he wasn’t the same weakling seen the previous season. He took a few moments for himself, to breathe and try to relax. In a way, he wanted to retire now before suffering further humiliation from her as his pride wouldn’t be able to handle losing two encounters with her. However, he also felt the need to be as relentless as he usually was and go back on his steps in attempts of finding her. Shoving his doubts aside, he began making his way back hoping to find her again.
Wikus himself knew he wasn’t exactly very stable – especially around her. She and her insane talent to affect him always brought these extreme actions by his part, actions improper of him no matter how damaged he was. Trying to mask his smell by dragging his shirt on the grass, hurling a flower at her face, lying to her and trying to mess with her… Those actions were not his. She was the intruder invading a home, and he was the chained dog that simply lost his mind trying to defeat the leash. Perhaps he was overthinking the matter, trying to find a secret meaning behind her when there was none. Perhaps she was like him, or he was like her and thus these frictions appeared. No matter how big a monster she was, she had fixed his teeth, his aches and his meaningless smile without even a sign of gratitude by him. He was a monster himself, and one of his biggest flaws was his attempts of finding misery or double intentions when there were none. Perhaps this was what he saw in her, something fake fabricated by his mind in attempts of justifying himself for his actions the past season. Pride left aside, he truly owed her an apology. After all, she was proving to be too smart for his dumb tricks – he had to find someone dumber to trick – an Akalak, most likely.
Once he had advanced enough, his eyes finally made contact with her, the woman that surely would rule his nightmares for a while. Obviously, he avoided eye contact and instead glared somewhere around him like a dog that wasn’t able to face his owner after digging through the garden. His pace was slow as he was unintentionally trying to never reach her position, the frown on his face clearly stating how sincerely awkward this was going to be. Only when he was a few steps away that his eyes finally looked forth, his vision being split between Kavala and Kesser, the man he could distinguish anywhere and at any time – mostly due to the strange circumstance that had granted him knowledge of his name. Wikus’ eyes glanced between them both, not quite sure what to believe as both individuals were equally bizarre. Kesser was a man that had risen a mansion and hosted a party under a fake name for whatever reason, name which Wikus had discovered for some mysterious reason, and Kavala was… well, Kavala. He could’ve believed they both knew each other, but ticks ago he had promised not to distrust Kavala that much. Sighing and fixing his eyes on Kesser, he was obviously the main target. “Kesser, the man that did not feed birds... I—We look for you.” Blunt and direct, Wikus’ words were as tasteless as his attitude usually was, fact concealed until now as his true attitude wouldn’t shine on Kavala’s presence – especially if they were alone.
Wikus hand didn’t come forth for any sort of greeting, and neither did Kesser. Kesser’s presence appeared humble and relaxed, his features calm and perhaps slightly amused as he offered a wide smile to them both. “Ah, you must be Wikus. I remember you from the Winter Blaze. You seemed quite hungry, especially since you insisted on sneaking out part of the food. “ Despite the somewhat amused attitude of Kesser, Wikus felt mentioning that was a low hit. The Winter Blaze was his first attempt of socializing and ‘making friends’, but the only thing he had done is remain near the food and fill himself with the various choices. Later on he started shamelessly filling a small sack with the plates he hadn’t managed to chug down. Grunting, Wikus raised his head as attempted to stare down and intimidate the unresponsive man. Kesser seemed about to say something when Wikus’ voice interrupted him. “He came, he waved his hands, the notes were there then gone.” Trying to imitate the rather annoying voice of the birds and the words they offered Kavala, Wikus switched over to his usual voice. “Did you get my message?” Quoting the only message left on the board, he hoped Kesser realized that Wikus knew he was the culprit. Wikus glanced towards Kavala, hoping to find her features offended or something similar as, in all honesty, that’s all he could expect to see in her.
Clenching a fist, a childish tantrum wanted to come out from him. Once again, that woman had managed to completely see through his intentions and with her indifference she once again claimed another victory. She, with her eyes, with her words and her presence, was perhaps the worst individual he had ever come across. No matter what kind of armor he placed between them, she always managed to slide through the gaps and once again win. It was a competition, as Wikus didn’t believe there was nothing else between them. Just like that moment in which his flower was hurled towards her face, he knew there was no kind of action he could do to correct his mistake. That being the previous season, now he felt even more desperately angry despite all the confidence he had gained, despite all the things he had done to convince himself he wasn’t the same weakling seen the previous season. He took a few moments for himself, to breathe and try to relax. In a way, he wanted to retire now before suffering further humiliation from her as his pride wouldn’t be able to handle losing two encounters with her. However, he also felt the need to be as relentless as he usually was and go back on his steps in attempts of finding her. Shoving his doubts aside, he began making his way back hoping to find her again.
Wikus himself knew he wasn’t exactly very stable – especially around her. She and her insane talent to affect him always brought these extreme actions by his part, actions improper of him no matter how damaged he was. Trying to mask his smell by dragging his shirt on the grass, hurling a flower at her face, lying to her and trying to mess with her… Those actions were not his. She was the intruder invading a home, and he was the chained dog that simply lost his mind trying to defeat the leash. Perhaps he was overthinking the matter, trying to find a secret meaning behind her when there was none. Perhaps she was like him, or he was like her and thus these frictions appeared. No matter how big a monster she was, she had fixed his teeth, his aches and his meaningless smile without even a sign of gratitude by him. He was a monster himself, and one of his biggest flaws was his attempts of finding misery or double intentions when there were none. Perhaps this was what he saw in her, something fake fabricated by his mind in attempts of justifying himself for his actions the past season. Pride left aside, he truly owed her an apology. After all, she was proving to be too smart for his dumb tricks – he had to find someone dumber to trick – an Akalak, most likely.
Once he had advanced enough, his eyes finally made contact with her, the woman that surely would rule his nightmares for a while. Obviously, he avoided eye contact and instead glared somewhere around him like a dog that wasn’t able to face his owner after digging through the garden. His pace was slow as he was unintentionally trying to never reach her position, the frown on his face clearly stating how sincerely awkward this was going to be. Only when he was a few steps away that his eyes finally looked forth, his vision being split between Kavala and Kesser, the man he could distinguish anywhere and at any time – mostly due to the strange circumstance that had granted him knowledge of his name. Wikus’ eyes glanced between them both, not quite sure what to believe as both individuals were equally bizarre. Kesser was a man that had risen a mansion and hosted a party under a fake name for whatever reason, name which Wikus had discovered for some mysterious reason, and Kavala was… well, Kavala. He could’ve believed they both knew each other, but ticks ago he had promised not to distrust Kavala that much. Sighing and fixing his eyes on Kesser, he was obviously the main target. “Kesser, the man that did not feed birds... I—We look for you.” Blunt and direct, Wikus’ words were as tasteless as his attitude usually was, fact concealed until now as his true attitude wouldn’t shine on Kavala’s presence – especially if they were alone.
Wikus hand didn’t come forth for any sort of greeting, and neither did Kesser. Kesser’s presence appeared humble and relaxed, his features calm and perhaps slightly amused as he offered a wide smile to them both. “Ah, you must be Wikus. I remember you from the Winter Blaze. You seemed quite hungry, especially since you insisted on sneaking out part of the food. “ Despite the somewhat amused attitude of Kesser, Wikus felt mentioning that was a low hit. The Winter Blaze was his first attempt of socializing and ‘making friends’, but the only thing he had done is remain near the food and fill himself with the various choices. Later on he started shamelessly filling a small sack with the plates he hadn’t managed to chug down. Grunting, Wikus raised his head as attempted to stare down and intimidate the unresponsive man. Kesser seemed about to say something when Wikus’ voice interrupted him. “He came, he waved his hands, the notes were there then gone.” Trying to imitate the rather annoying voice of the birds and the words they offered Kavala, Wikus switched over to his usual voice. “Did you get my message?” Quoting the only message left on the board, he hoped Kesser realized that Wikus knew he was the culprit. Wikus glanced towards Kavala, hoping to find her features offended or something similar as, in all honesty, that’s all he could expect to see in her.
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