Origin (Flashback) | Haeyin & Majora
His smile remained unfaltering as the boy surveyed him and he tipped his head a degree, trying to decipher the expression on his face. The wheels were turning behind those gleaming golden eyes and Haeyin wondered just what it was that he was thinking about as they darted across his features. Another hum filled the night air and Thomas placed his hands on his hips, and Haeyin nodded in reply to his question.
And then he blinked. The boy’s eyes glowed and that grin stretched wider and Haeyin felt his stomach drop when he suddenly vanished from sight.
“Hh—“
He looked around, his stance suddenly guarded as red eyes frantically searched. Where? Where had he gone? He still felt his presence but—
A maniacal cackle rang out from high above and a chill rolled up his spine at the sound of it, instantly looking to the source with wide eyes. The child loomed overhead, grinning down at him before bolting towards the exit. Shock wracked him and Haeyin only stared, finding that his limbs defied him in his will to move.
Catch me if you can.
Something clicked in him at that, and as Thomas flitted from view, the ex-priest lurched forward, feet thudding against the ground as he gave chase. He couldn’t let him escape – not now that he had located the epicenter of the chaos that had turned Termina on its head. Haeyin gave his word to the king that he would take care of this…
He just never anticipated his adversary taking the form of a young boy.
Majora had never expected the priest called Haeyin to actually follow him. In fact, he’d been so completely sure the man would run the opposite direction that he’d taken up perch on a shop awning and was nosily poking at a birds nest when the thunder of footsteps announced the arrival of his freshly lamented cleric. It must have been difficult to run on the newly placed cobblestone. After Majora’s recent prank the stones still jutted out in some places, making such navigation challenging. The priest—Haeyin-- his face was so very earnest. Odd, that. Intriguing, that. He’d been hunted before in the past, but more often than not it was a great knight clanking after him in armor. Still. This was familiar to him in a way he’d rather not think upon at the moment.
The god swung down from the awning, letting his head hang above the priest with an amused grin (which Majora assumed must have looked rather much like a grimace from the other man’s viewpoint). “Say, Mister!” He called in a very Thomas-y way. “You’re really tryin’ to catch me! That’s swell, let’s go then!”
And with that, he cackled and flipped back onto the awning. He ran inhumanly fast across the different ledges and canopies that branched out from the little shops that lined either side of East Clocktown. They creaked under his weight and the cloth canopies looked almost ready to give way each time he used one to catapult himself to the next ledge. But it didn’t matter. Even when he did manage to tear one or slip, he’d simply mock a fake cry of alarm and tumble downward towards the cobblestone, he’d stop just short of cracking His Thomas’ head, hover for a moment before cackling and cartwheeling away again. To his surprise the priest was doing a fairly good job of keeping up. But then again, Majora was merely playing with him.
“Are you tired yet, Mister?” He crowed, his voice echoing off the walls of alleys and buildings, distorting its source as he hid away on the thatched roof of the inn. He floated there lazily, hands behind his head as he continued to chide away in Dear Thomas’ sweet voice. “I’m very fast, y’know. Perhaps you should give up!”
