He collapsed onto his bed, dressed in nothing but his jeans, he was exhausted and had been drifting in and out of sleep for the past four hours. His window was slightly open, letting a harsh breeze into the room, a few snowflakes being pushed in.
Child of the flames
Relationship Status: Single
Birth Place: Ireland
Main Weapon: Fire powers
Accent: mix of Irish and Russian
Each of us is born with a box of matches inside us but we can't strike them all by ourselves.
Kieran wandered alone through the night after an argumente with his siblings. Well, they were'nt technically his siblings. But symbolically, they were, and he did have some affection towards them. It was the closest thing to love he knew. Well, that and what he'd felt with Will about three years ago. With these though in mind, and still clad in his matte silver three-piece and black shiny dress shirt and tie that he wore to the ball, he used the shadows to sense for Will's presence. Truth to be told, he wanted to be with him at least one last time before the conclusion. And well, he really needed to release some sexual energy. Once he got a pretty decent idea of where Will was, he shadow-traveled to his room and sat on the windowsill, smiling at the younger boy with his ever-so con and deceitful grin, "It's been some time, dear."
Kieran's voice took a while to sink into Liam and he pushed his face harder into the pillow, trying to pretend he was dreaming and that he was nothing short of asleep. Eventually, he pushed himself up and froze when he saw Kieran, his breath hitching in his throat. Can't be. He scrambled backwards, trying to find a weapon but not daring to take his eyes off him. "Get out."
Kieran ignored Liam and walked towards him, cocking his head and letting his smile become fainter, "You've grown so much. You're a young man now," He spoke as he ran the back of his hand accross Will's cheek. "Do you remember me with such fondness as I remember you?"
His hand snapped up to push his hand away and spat at him, "I'm rather fond of remembering pushing a knife into your gut, does that count?" He pushed at Kieran, wanting distance, "what the hell are you doing here?"
"I'm here to visit an old acquaintance. A past friend. A previous lover." He smiled, before leaning in to whisper into Will's ear, "I remember how hot and bothered you would get when we played around..." He cackled and let out a warm breath on his ear before pulling away, "But alas, it seems that I'm not very welcome... "
He sneered, pulling back, "no," he said, "you're not." He finally spied his knife, hidden under his jacket on the desk but he didn't dare spare more than a glance and pushed past Kieran, moving closer to the desk and pointed at the window, "so I suggest you leave."
"I will... " Kieran got closer to Will once again and slightly pressed him against the desk with his body while looking straight at his eyes. "...As soon as you look at me in the eyes and honestly say you feel nothing at all for me. But you know I can tell when people lie, so it won't be as easy..." He spoke, his voice becoming sultrier and more poisonous by each word.
"Shame that you cannot bring yourself to admit you're not over me. We both know that you want to hurt me for what I wrongfully did to you. But the only thing stopping you from plunging that knife into my heart is the fact that you couldn't bare to kill me. Your heart still gets flustered when I come near you, and yet you blame it on hatred. Once you love someone, there is no going back. You may not feel as strong an emotion as before, but love never completely fades away. It lingers in the smallest crevice of our hearts and that's what makes it dangerous. That's what made you dangerous, Will." He ran his hand through Will's hair softly, finding solace and familiarity in the small action, doing it just like he'd done it those years back.
In that moment, something slowly untied inside of him. Like the persona he'd donned for the past few months was washed away, Liam washed away, leaving no one but Will behind. His lips, once a scowl, turned into a grin as he met Kieran's eyes and he leant to brush his lips against his exes ear, his free arm wrapping around Kieran's waist line to bring him closer, trapping him to Will's body. "As you wish," he whispered, his other arm shooting up to dig the knife inbetween Kieran's shoulder blades.
As soon as he felt the tip go through his back, he vanished into darkness and reappeared a second later, "You have always been a feisty one. That's what I always liked about you. Now drop the knife, William." Some blood started seeping from the relatively small wound inflicted on his back.
He twirled the knife, savouring the sight of the red staining the blade, "I don't think I will, my dear Kieran," he said leaning forward, "can't you stand the idea that I would kill you without a second thought? Does it hurt you that I would slit your throat and laugh."
Kieran actually snarled. "Oh, Willy. I raised you well. You know what? No. It doesn't hurt me. It actually makes me proud. It lets me know that regardless if you want to admit it to yourself or not, you're becoming more like me by the day. And you might say you're never going to be like me. But that man we sent as a test that you killed to save the pussy that you have as a friend just further proves how you're becoming dettached. Your lines are blurring. Now you find delight in seeing blood on a knife. Something you wouldn't back when we were boyfriends."
He gripped the knife harder and his vision turned red, "don't you dare insult Miquel," he growled, stepping forward, jabbing the knife at him, "I am nothing like you. I am a far better man than you can ever be."
"Okay, okay, maybe I crossed a line there. I forgot you could actually feel other feelings besides hatres and regret. You're just so negative and up-tight some times." He teleported closer to Will and placed his hands on his hips, "What about a one-time thing? I remember having angry sex with you was amazing." He made a hand gesture to corrobarate his words. "Don't worry, I won't tell, if you don't either. Just drop the knife, Will and focus on my lips..." Just in case Will didn't obey him, he stood alert, but really hoped he didn't have to hurt Will, yet.
"I go by Liam now, just in case you forgot," he said, tapping Kieran in the chest with the point of the knife, "and, if you forgot, I know how to use a knife quite well. I know exactly how to get to the heart without making it messy, I know how to snitch the right vein to make you die quickest. So I suggest you do as I say and don't worry, I won't tell."
"And I enjoy pain, in case you forgot, too." he said as he went forward and grabbed the handle of the knife and just slightly pierced it through the skin of his right pectoral and closed his eyes at the warm sensation of his blood staining his clothes. "But I'm listetning. What do you propose?"
Some might call him psychopathic, but he was actually enjoying himself. He struggled with the knife to pull it out against Will's force, and a surge of satisfaction ran through him when it did. With this, Kieran shrugged off his blazer and vest and pulled Will in for a kiss from his hips.
He wasn't enjoying himself and his heart was going as fast as it was out of nothing but fear. As he watched Kieran's head loom closer, he jolted back, slamming his palm into the other boy's chin in an attempt to push him away. Was Kieran always this...obsessive? He thought.
He leaned back against the desk and placed a small bug on the underside of the table, smiling at his accomplishment to distract Will from seeing what he'd done. "Oh well, you were once such a good kisser." He smirked, "Your loss though, I've always been better, " he replied before he picked up his vest and blazer, yawning. "Although being serious now, Will, you are always welcome at my apartment." He took a key from his pockets and through it at Will, "I'm never there, and no one in the cult knows about it. Nor should you mention it to Kat or Gabe. You will surely not go because you think it's a trap, and you have your reasons to believe so, but it is not. I'm just giving you the option in case you need to clear your mind from your... friends."He shrugged "Or if you're just... feeling in need of loving. I'll know in that case, and go visit, for old time's sake."
"IS there anything more you'd expect from me? Or any friend for that matter? Maybe you didn't love me. But you did like me for a while. I knew you were lying back then when I asked you if you liked me and you denied it. Right now I can tell you do not want anything to do with me. And I'm not gonna apologize, but I am acknowledging that what I did to you was a dick move, even for my standards" he chuckled. "I'm not looking for forgivenes or understanding, Will. And you might think I never liked, you, but I think I did too, for a while. I know that as much as we beg you to come back to the cult... it's not gonna work. I was there with you and I understand how they treated you. I suffered with you, too. And sometimes, just because it really did hurt me to see you suffer alone. I don't want your pity, but I do want you to follow whatever it is you're doing right now if it is workign for you. My approval might not weigh any moral importance for you, but at least someone is noticing what you're doing." Kieran looked around, now suddenly void of nay emotions, feelings, or sexual urges. "I must leave now, though. Farewell."