Happy Valentine's Day!
He had completely forgotten. When he was reminded, his shoulders slumped and he glanced back to the window, recalling the night prior. That’s right, he was waiting all night. He had passed out right after the sun had risen. The young male couldn’t stay awake after a long dreadful transformation. But that also meant there were still bloodstains all over his clothes. Now that the cover had been unraveled from his being, it was clear for the other to see the multiple dried splotches where the blood had coated him.
“You shouldn’t have—” He started, thinking how ridiculous it was that the other had walked into his abode and spoken with his mother. Wait a second. There was no way in hell that his mother would be the type to sit around and nonchalantly speak to a stranger. No, she didn’t even let other relatives of theirs wander into their home. There were never any visitors. Ozwyn opened his mouth, taking a breath in as he stared at the other incredulously. It took him a moment but eventually, his expression shifted.
“She was… talking? You know, it’s not funny making things up,” he wasn’t very pleased and he didn’t believe the other. His mother was hardly ever sober and if she was, stepping foot in the house would be just that much more impossible. Ozwyn shook his head, “And she’s anything but lovely…” he added under his breath, eyes narrowing on nothing in particular.
Green eyes darted back onto Tyki. Sure, they were nice. Very pleasant and he could never repay them for all the gifts and notes they had given him. His eyelids half closed, vision falling away from them and to the ground. Who was he kidding? He should have thrown each and every letter out. This was no place for someone to get involved in. Seeing the outstretched hand, he didn’t shake it at all or use it to help himself up. Instead, he pushed himself to his feet and rubbed the side of his head. His hair was crusted in dried crimsons but having dark brown hair kind of hid the hue, it was just noticeable something was in it due to the way it stuck out in various directions.
“I do… the presents—they, they’re really nice. But I shouldn’t have accepted them… and you shouldn’t be here,” he rubbed his opposing arm and then nodded to the canvas with the painting of being airborne with a kite soaring in the distance. “I want you to have that though,” that was the least appreciation he could give to the other.
And Tyki had noticed. When he arrived here the boy had already been asleep and it was rather hard not to notice the mess on his clothes and in those dark locks of his. Tyki knew quite a lot about this boy, thanks to a very convenient little 'gift' his nephew possessed, but this... He wasn't entirely sure what was going on, but knowing what it was like to have a monster inside you (even though Tyki was on rather good terms with his) he ignored it and only took care of eventual wounds on the boy's fragile body. He was old enough to take care of the rest.
A sigh escaped Tyki's lips, his brows furrowed in a troubled frown. He shouldn't have. God, he wasn't exactly good at this. The only people he had to impress so far were wealthy ladies at royal parties, the only 16-year olds he knew were the Cheating Boy and his nephew. He never had to impress or charm them, but this was different. "I'm sorry, that wasn't nice." he apologized, leaning against the window frame. Hearing the little murmured comment made him sigh once again. He didn't really know anything about parents not being lovely, he had a rather wealthy youth in the Earl's Mansion. For a moment Tyki felt some doubt. Had he done the boy good by admiring him?
He could see some doubt (and... was it regret, too?) in the boy's eyes. The words the boy -- no, Ozwyn said confirmed Tyki's suspicions. He was glad the boy liked them (they weren't very hard to pick, really). Wasn't that all that mattered. He sighted once more, shrugging his shoulders carelessly. "You liked them, then what's the problem? Honestly, boy, you worry too much.They were just gifts and notes. Enjoy them." He pushed himself away from the window and walked to the easel, looking at the painting the kid had painted. It was a very good painting. "If you want me to leave, then I will. What I think you need more right now is a warm shower and a cup of tea. Let me prepare some."
