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Complete The sound of mist

Discussion in 'Pandora, Year 1 - 7' started by Magiano, Jul 9, 2018.

  1. Magiano

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    2nd July
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    While the city was a great thing to try out magic and there where more than enough people to pull his little tricks, it also was overwhelming. Usually he could sharpen his eyes whenever he simply wanted to see things nearer, but either it was that too much here had magic ongoing or that his sight had gotten better under the constant use or he just never had paid that much attention to it. Whatever the case was, he needed a break to relax again. There was enough land around to explore without running into people at every corner.
    So he just filled up his knapsack with some food, turned his coat inside out so that all the colorful patches where hidden on the inside, showing off the more bland brownish cloth, careful packed his lute away and set out. Magiano didn't chose much of a direction, confident that he'd find his way back eventually, simply turning towards the woods rather than the plains for the sake of hiding and peace. It wasn't scaring, he'd survived worst, could manage to provide for himself, hunting, finding plants, listening for streams – as a thief he had to go into hiding more than once, leaving town because of that too. This world didn't offered that much diversity in towns as his home, so better to vanish ever once in a while to keep on the safe side.
    Soon, this was more a fun trip, where he whistled along the birds, hummed to the rustling trees, danced with light feet across roots and sometimes branches. The forest brought forth the wild side he'd found first in the desert and had to keep in check usual. Being alone and without magic didn't scared him. He still had his twin daggers, was fast and nimble enough to flee anything as long as there were trees around. After a childhood of sleeping on a stone bench in a freezing temple, a bed of twisted branches in summer was almost comfortable. With the wound on his back sitting was better than lying down anyway.
    And then he saw people. Or rather, a different kind of threads far ahead, outstanding against the gentle ones of nature. Curious he ventured nearer, careful not to leave much traces anymore, cat-like silent walking, eyes slitted to give him an advance. From up some tree, he watched the small settlement, stillness making him hard to spot. Didn't seemed like much but people needed food and he'd just run out of it, not long enough ago to be weak, but to be hungry. Why go to the length of hunting if he could get the same result while having some fun?
    A smile on his lips he waited patient until it was darker, dark enough for normal people to not see much anymore while his slitted eyes gave him enough to get around. Then he put away his cloak, knapsack and lute, storing all this safely on the tree. For the sake of being less seen, he even stripped off the bandages he usual kept around his upper body, a precaution against his backwound breaking open. Not this time. He trusted his luck in that. Dark skin was a better cover in the night and he used that advance, albeit it slipped his mind to take the rings out of his threads. Prepared as that, he trailed around and nearer in an arc and finally made his way into the settlement to search for any food he could savage. Just enough to provide him for the moment.
     
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    on shaky ground

    The settlement was quiet tonight, the way that it always was. There were so few of them steadily there that the days weren't particularly noisy either, but that was all the better for them, really. They didn't want to attract attention to themselves, that was the entire point of their location. This place was a place for those who rejected the life lived in the towns for whatever reason that may have been. They were a peaceful people looking for a life that suited them. It meant they had less, but they were okay with that. They were a hard-working people.

    Supplies came in and out some days and their less than welcome visitor just happened to have arrived on one of those days by a lucky turn of events. There was a cart sat on the side of the dirt road near the center of the place, the meeting house to the left and a couple of wooden buildings the settlers had built to the right. The back of the cart was pulled open and boxes of fruits and vegetables were piled there in full view to anybody who rounded to the back of said cart. They weren't entirely alone, of course, a short woman occasionally coming out of one of the wooden buildings to retrieve another box and walk in inside.

    Food was a precious thing for the people here and this was sure to be the only delivery for the rest of the week. They were making due, of course, given the farming they had started to do closer to the water, but nobody minded the process of being able to eat fresh fruits and vegetables being sped up a bit for the moment.

    Thieves, though. They'd never been tolerant of thieves, and for good reason. Many of these were a people scorned, a people who worked for what they had and fought to keep it.



     
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    Magiano knew that quite didn't meant safe, remembering the quitest of nights in the temple, one of the most terrible in his life. Quite in towns meant something was very much wrong. Quite in small places like this meant nothing unusual, expect that he had to be extra careful not to make any suspicious noise. Watching always came first, but hunger and a lack of thrill and fun in the past days of travel made him impatient. The safe way would've been to observe a longer time until he could be sure there weren't any guards or traps.
    The fun-side from him said that there was a cart, someone carried boxes from it and that might as well be food so why wouldn't he take the chance right now? As usual the promise of fun won over some sense of logic. Careful he sneaked closer, staying at the verge of the forest, darting over into the shadows of the houses in a moment where the woman was inside and with another quick move made his way under the cart. Given how preoccupied she was, this was a relative safe place and he wouldn't get any nearer to the fruits without giving an opening.
    After another episode of wait he got out, quick, right after the woman was back inside and reached for some foods at random. Not much. For once he knew how it was to starve and didn't wished to bring that onto anyone else, not after he spend his childhood starved on purpose to keep his connection to the gods sharp – nonsense, but he never got rid of the believe that he had to get food this way or he wouldn't get any. If he only took some from many no one would miss it right away either.
    As it wasn't like the times where he'd go for valuables, the boy could easily resist the urge to just take as much as he could carry, which wouldn't be much anyway without him having any means to carry it. But there was no need to stay or risk someone discovering the traces he'd made by hiding under the cart, so he scurried back to the shadows of the houses, intended to hide there until the woman came and went once more before he could go back into the safety of the forest. That trouble might await him didn't crossed his mind, wouldn't he thought about it until it was there.
     
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    One last round and then he'd be turning in for the night. It'd been quiet, just the way he liked it, but who the hell was he to expect it to last? The was why when the meeting house and the cart at its side came into view, he paused. Naima was still here. That, he expected, because he'd spoken with her barely twenty minutes prior as she'd been unpacking the last of the delivery and then she'd be heading off again to make an emergency delivery to Horizon or something. She was a good woman. But the person he spotted with their head ducked in the cart now wasn't her. They were smaller, definitely leaner like they didn't have a ton of meet to their bones.

    Bellamy wasn't an idiot. He knew the body language like the back of his hand, he knew exactly what was going on here. It wasn't the first time it had happened, and his jaw tightened because, fuck, they weren't bad people. He knew it wasn't necessarily this intruder's fault. Some people had been taught a certain lifestyle, taught how to believe that there was no help to be find anywhere and so this was the only answer. But he was taking from people who were in need, from his people, so Bellamy couldn't stop himself stepping forward quickly but silently toward the cart.

    Getting as close as he could in silence was a simple task, but rather than jump the kid, because he looked like a kid, Bellamy waited, folding his arms over his chest and looking not too impressed. That was the full picture the kid was gonna get the second he turned around.



     
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    Without any coat or shirt to hide his features he looked scrawny. Certainly not weak, with well-defined muscles, but small if he didn´t hold himself up with confidence. A teenager, even if his place assumed anyone not a kid to be an adult, maybe inexperienced, but able to work just like anyone else and treated as such. He looked like anyone starved through years, only recently getting some more because his environment wasn´t as limited.
    Magiano was aware that thieving wasn´t something good, but he couldn´t for the life of him figure out how to do it different. All he wanted where some bites to carry him through the next day. Nothing that would be missed or keep someone else from living – not with how many they got and how it seemed orderly. Settlements on the brink of death looked different, he knew.
    Still he hadn´t expected someone to be there and almost dropped the couple fruits at the guy standing right there. But only almost, reflexes kicking in even as he froze and looked at the other, pupils so wide that there was nothing but a rim of yellow color left, perfect to catch all the light left. And probably the reason he hadn´t noticed the guy before, as he needed slits to see the energy threads.
    It was just some fruits. The guy hadnt´t even said anything. So Magiano assumed it was the “I don´t like you around but I´ll leave you be if you vanish right now” kind of threatening stare and slowly moved away, not uttering a sound, gaze fixed on the other guy and hoping that he hadn´t noticed how his whole back was nothing but a mess of scars and half-healed wounds. Or if, that pity for that was the reason he´d let him go.
     
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    He had to wonder what the kid was thinking when he turned and saw him there, freezing on the spot. He was scared, that much was clear, and with the condition he was in, it wasn't much of a surprise at all. Bellamy had caught a glimpse of the scars and it left him with questions he doubted the kid would want to answer. He'd seen a lot, though. He'd seen a lot and he could make some educated guesses. That didn't mean, though, that he didn't need to deal with this.

    But he was just a kid and in that condition, he didn't want to rough him up if he didn't have to. Bellamy wasn't like that at all, not when someone didn't deserve it.

    "Don't," he said the second he spotted the kid moving, stepping slowly away as though he wouldn't notice. Or maybe he'd hoped the older man would take pity on him and let him go. Bellamy was taking pity on him, alright, but letting him go didn't seem like an option either. Less because he wanted to food back and more because he didn't know where or what the kid was going back to. "Just ... wait, okay?"



     
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    Magiano didn't thought much at getting caught, simply took in the facts, evaluated the situation and in how much trouble he might be and pulled up his various plans to get out of it, reflexes long honed by experiences. Like not dropping your catch at the first problems, stopping to take a close look and not rushing it, without letting go of quick reactions. A difficult balance, but he had done this as long as he could remember. Still, he was scared. A bit. Mainly because there wasn't any other emotion high right now, the joy worn down by the necessity, the ambition lost between the waiting and the hunger.

    Whatever the guess at his wounds was, it probably was wrong. It looked fresh, no part older than a year, despite the fact that he had this for the most part of his life. And all the patches made it as if it were multiple wounds, recently inflicted with strange means, not yet infected but a burden for sure. Untreated, because it was impossible for him to reach all spots, caused it pain stretching the messed up skin like that and simple bandages only did so much. The true story was unknown to anyone but him, the whole thing hidden under careful chosen clothes, loose and hiding. Bad luck that someone noticed, good that it might help him get out here.

    As it seemed the older one wouldn't just let him get away. Spoke to him, which made him freeze up again, clutching the fruits closer, eyes for a moment relaxing back to a more human state, just that they were a golden honey color. For the sake of keeping the advance to see better in the dark, he willed his pupils back to widen shortly after, to black orbs with nothing but a rim of yellow. With that, he continued to stare at the other, not uttering a word but at least staying for the moment. Giving him a slight chance to say more, until the suspicion would eventually win over. Already he shifted his footing to the better, planned the shortest way into the woods. He'd even drop the fruits for it, they weren't worth a beating or capture and getting called out usual led to both.
     
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    If the kid made a break for it, Bellamy hadn't decided yet what he would do. Let him go? Try to grab him? He was probably quick on his feet, but Bellamy was also ready for what felt like what could have been the inevitable. In the end, though, his voice caused him to come to an abrupt halt, those dark eyes staring up at him. The man was silent for a moment, but the kid looked like he could run at any second. "I'm not gonna hurt you," he told him, brow furrowing as he lifted his empty hands into the air to emphasize that fact.

    "What's your name?" It seemed like the most logical place to start if he was trying to put the kid at ease. The truth was, Bellamy had always felt for kids. Maybe it was because of his relationship with his sister, maybe they just reminded him of her, even moreso in Pandora where she wasn't and maybe never would be again. "Mine's Bellamy."



     
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    A promise not to hurt him never meant much. Things changed. Not carrying a weapon open now didn't meant there never would be any and he knew that just as much could be done without moving once magic was involved. The priests hadn't hurt him either expect for the one time where they tried to remove his mark, simply left him starving in their twisted believes. And then one night everything had changed, would they have him bled out on an Altar if he wouldn't have been awake and ready to flee, warned by the screams from Girl.
    And no one trusted a thief. He knew that stealing wasn't right, that he took from others without knowing if they needed it, but he was hungry, he was scared of starving again and not that good a hunter to provide for himself in the woods. Probably would've been easier with magic, but his powers didn't worked in a way where he could store abilities for later use. Without people around he was nothing but a human and the things he was good at didn't worked that good out here in the wilds – just that he still needed the break from the constant magic.
    How he wished to be able to check out the man, see if there was magic lingering in him, if he meant any danger. But for that he would have to dilate his eyes all the other way to slits, giving up the advance of seeing better in the dark. He couldn't have that, as there was still the chance that he needed to run if the situation turned. And names. A delicate balance. While he disliked lying, rather kept vague or lead people on wrong tracks by telling stories, giving the name he used could bring further trouble. Still, something in the air of Bellamy made him decide for it. “Magiano” he replied soft, careful.
     
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    Magiano. Bellamy could tell how wary the kid was of even giving up that small piece of information, so he was appreciative that he was placing enough trust in him for that, small as that trust may have been for the moment. "Magiano. I like it," he told him, a faint smile twitching at the corners of his lips, but it was gone just as quickly. The faintest bit of concern could be seen, though. "How long have you been walking? We're not exactly down the street from Pandora Town." It had to be awhile, unless he was a new arrival dumped right here in the Myrtle Woods.

    Bellamy admittedly never felt like he was equipped to deal with a new arrival, not when he was still so lost when it came to this place. Then again, wasn't everybody in some way, shape, or form? Pandora had never come with questions answered.



     
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    The faint smile replayed on his face. He liked his name too. Liked having one at all and not being just an orphan or the Boy. After being no one for most of his life he had gotten the chance to choose one and this was a unique one, his alone. A name that had spread and became a story, born out of a small fishing village at the deserts edge. For him it meant the promise of friendship and joy and freedom. The myth of Magiano was one of a shadow who played tricks, someone impossible to catch, a story to scare children into obedience. He didn't agreed with that, but liked how his presence had encouraged others to make their own stories.
    “Some days” he replied rather vague, hadn't exactly kept track. One day bleed into the other once he let himself loose up like that. And he probably could count himself lucky to be used to hardship, not be scared by noises in the night, comfortable sleeping up on trees and with the sharp sight to notice fruits or berries or mushrooms he knew. He could run fast and climb nimble, escape other dangers that way, had never cared much to own things. “Through the forest” he added, because he certainly hadn't followed any street, doubted there even was one leading to this hidden corner.
    For a moment his gaze flickered away from Bellamy and to the Settlement, to the woods. Which one was the better to live in? Would he really be that happy staying in one town? Here, he couldn't just run around stealing and changing place every couple days, had to be careful. And in his world, they had been smaller, less people around due to the Bloodfever killing so many. Certainly less magic. He'd never expected that it would be a strain to use his powers. “Had to get away from everything” It wouldn't hurt to stick with that truth.
     
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    His answer was vague, but however vague it was, it told Bellamy all he needed to know. And given his condition, that didn't exactly surprise him either. He could've guessed it, but there was something about hearing it from the Magiano's own lips. There was a pang of sympathy for him as he watched the way his eyes slipped from the settlement back to the woods again as though trying to determine which location would be better for him. "Well ... I'd ask if you're hungry, but I think we both know the answer to that," he pointed out with a smirk. Not the mocking kind but the good-natured kind as he gestured to the fruits he was clutching desperately to his chest.

    "Thirsty? What about thirsty?"



     
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    Magiano wasn't delusional about his situation, knew that he hit the definition of homeless kid. It was mere luck that he could at least play music and really good, thought he refused to sing himself, only telling stories. Making things up. But it were only words pulled from the air, notes weaved together as he went. No matter how much joy he had in it, usual it wouldn't bring him food most times. Gambling or stealing wasn't that providing either, did he had to weight the use against the dangers and consequences. And he knew how it was to have nothing, so he wouldn't take from the ones who were easy to rob.
    At the mention of the fruits he tensed up again. No one liked a thief or was willing to just give him something. But he couldn't bear to go hungry. He was utterly scared to go starving again – having that done to him on purpose had left a deep fear and the impression that he never might get enough again, had to provide for it himself if he wanted anything at all. Thirsty was something different. Water was a free resource, there always was a small creek to find or rain to come or a stale puddle, droplets on leaves.
    So this sounded like a trap, despite the smile. There could be people with weapons waiting for him or a cell he'd lock him in or he would drug him to get him to a court that only would decide to burn him on a stake again. Anything could happen and he didn't expected it to be something good. “I'm fine!” was his fast reply, straining to hide his fear behind an easy-going attitude. “If I can just take this I won't come back, I promise” It would be sad, he already had taken a liking in this place, how it was small and peaceful, but it couldn't be helped. Once he had been caught stealing somewhere it was ruled out, would most people not want him around anyway.
     
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    "You're not fine."

    The response was immediately with an air of urgency, but Bellamy tried to keep his tone calm and kind, knowing full well that a kid like this could be scared off by just about anything under the sun. It was probably a miracle he hadn't already taken off. Silence lingered between the for a moment as Bellamy pressed his lips to a fine line and exhaled quietly, as though he were trying to pull back his emotions. He was good at that and terrible at it all at the same time. He could set them aside enough to do what he thought was needed to be done, but after the fact, they ate away at him.

    "Look ... I'm not gonna force you stay," he told him. "But I don't feel right about you leaving either." The kid was in rough shape. Scared. He didn't want to push him away, but he didn't want to force him to stick around either when he didn't want to. If he went out there into the woods, though, and something happened to him, would Bellamy have been physically capable of living with that? He didn't know.



     
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    So maybe he was right and not fine. To be honest he hadn't really been fine ever since the Bloodfever, killing parents he couldn't remember anymore, changing him, leading to priests deciding to peel the skin off his back just because he had a discolored patch there. And while he firmly believed to be fully capable to care for himself, help was good at times. Like when he wandered through the woods more or less lost, aching for company that wasn't as overwhelming or anonymous as in a town. A day or two of not having to worry about food or rain coming down while he slept would probably work wonders.
    It just was a hard decision to make. Trusting. Keeping some distance was safer and he didn't knew why he even gave Bellamy the chance to talk to him. Usual he would've made a run for it the moment he got discovered, to avoid whatever consequences might await him. Maybe it was because he felt off, scared like this, but the usual joy he tended to settle in wouldn't come just by willing it to do so, not in the face of hunger. Also it wasn't like he'd tried to snatch the crown jewels from the queens head. Twice. In one day. This was just about some fruits from a whole cartload of it and he still could gave them back.
    In silence he waited for the other to say more, to tip his decision. And he did, by giving him the choice to go and being honest about his reasons. At least he seemed so, but Magiano trusted his instincts at that, had enough experience with lies. His first response was a 'why?' just he swallowed that down, not wanting to spoil this. Honestly, he really could need someone to look at his back. Maybe there'd even be some leftover healing salve he could have. “Can I get my things first?” was the soft question he settled on. Not that he owned much else, but he didn't felt right leaving his instrument alone for longer.
    The boys gaze wandered to the fruits he still held. “If I give them back, I'll get something else, right?” There still was this tinge of fear that this was nothing but a trick played on him and he didn't liked that. Bellamys offer seemed to good to be true. He had to make up for that somehow. “I could pay. Maybe. There should be some coins left... I don't need much!” Why asking for a place to stay and a meal in exchange for money hadn't occurred to him sooner was probably the most irritating point in that offer.
     
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    "No-- No, stop," he said, lifting his hands and shaking his head before the kid had even finished what he was saying. "I don't need or want anything from you. And I don't care about the fruit." Bellamy's gaze flicked toward the handful he was still clinging to, and it was the truth. Maybe it hadn't been at first, but the kid's situation was sinking in. Maybe not the details of it, but he didn't need to know the details of it either. It was enough that he was in such terrible condition, that he was so scared. Not that Bellamy wasn't curious. Of course he was curious, but it wasn't his business either.

    "Where's your stuff? I can drive you to it." The fact of the matter was, Bellamy didn't want him going back out into the woods on his own whether it was because he might change his mind and not come back, or because he might get himself into some other kind of trouble out there. He was lucky that it was Bellamy would have come across him and not somebody less forgiving. Then again, he would argue that nobody was less forgiving in this incredibly small settlement than its leader was, though he couldn't say it had always been that way.

    Maybe Sephiroth, though. If Sephiroth had come across him, maybe things would have been going differently.



     
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    It barely relaxed him that Bellamy didn't wanted his money. That stuff was something he had trouble keeping track off, like the meaning of it slipped his mind every other second. He always had some, but not because he tried or worked for it, rather spending it as he gained it through luck or some quirk of the universe. A blessing from the gods probably, so he wouldn't ask closer and accept that he either had nothing at all or enough to stop caring. Food was something he cared more about, grateful to keep the fruits and determined to eat them as soon as he got the chance, so he wouldn't change his mind again.
    “Up a tree” he replied to the whereabouts of his things, finally easing up as he focused his eyes to slits and turned around slowly. “Uhm...” Which direction had it been? It was easy to get lost in the dark, but he had seen things, backtraced his steps now on the map he'd drawn in the progress, comparing it to the threads he checked out now. Every living thing had some. They were harder to notice than magic itself, though at least he could take a glimpse at Bellamy and rule out some magic trap, but it worked if he concentrated hard enough. The signature of the gems on his lute stood out to him between the plants, though only because he knew it by heart.
    “There” Magiano settled, pointed in the direction. “Some hundred paces” Close enough to walk, far enough out to leave him room to shake of any trouble if there would be. He wasn't that fine with having company, would've preferred to have this moment to reconsider the decision, but well. Given how he really had strained his sight, blinked to clear away tears, it probably was better. Normal human eyes weren't that good to aid in the deep of the night. “It's near enough to walk – and not much anyway.” And he wasn't sure what was meant by 'driving'. Probably not a carriage, as that would never fit between the trees.
     
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    He was patient as he waited, though his eyes never did the leave the kid. If he ran, he wouldn't stop him. Bellamy wouldn't like it, but he'd just told him that if he wanted to go, he'd let him and the easiest way to break trust was to go back on his word. He wasn't gonna do that. But god, the guilt he was gonna feel if he left and then something happened to him. He tried not to think about that, though, if not because the kid hadn't bolted yet. And maybe he really wouldn't.

    "Okay," he said once the kid had decided which direction they were looking at here, lifting a hand to gesture. "Lead the way." Whether he liked it or not, Bellamy had every intention of going with him.



     
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    Magiano had more or less already decided to stay and accept some help, needing it. Not bad enough that he'd ask for it, but it would be dumb to turn this offer down. He was just glad that he had managed to locate his stuff again, it would've been embarrassing if he hide it somewhere and then lost it. Usual he kept it close to him, especially his instrument. So far Bellamy seemed honest about his words, had made no attempt to hold him or talk about the stealing again.

    He nodded slightly and went off in the direction he had pointed to. For a moment he had looked to the older one with a questioning gaze, but stayed silent. It seemed as if there was no option but to have him follow and while he could use a light he wouldn't ask for it, not as it meant giving up the small information that he could see in the dark – one way or the other – but had seemingly overused it. Didn't hurt, yet, the boy simply felt as if it would be better to refrain from using it anymore this night unless really necessary. The way he'd memorized and he could do with stumbling over anything on the ground.

    What he did do, was being careful to never fully turn his back to the other. There wasn't enough trust for that yet, especially not while he had his knives out of reach, back in his knapsack. At least he could eat on the way, it weren't that much fruits anyway. Being less hungry helped him to think and feel better, though it showed that he was used to going hungry, did he savor every bite and was careful not to hasten.

    Finally at the right tree he looked up, sighting silent. This would hurt. Climbing always did, so he usual kept it to a minimum, but it had been necessary to keep his few things save out here. Caves between roots could be reached by animals, but there wasn't that many animals that lived up on trees and were big enough to carry away a full pack. At least none he knew off. And with no food in there, up a tree was the lesser risk.

    “Wait here” he murmured, braced one feet against the trunk and lifted himself up in a smooth motion. Wincing, because it strained the scar tissue, but he wouldn't let some stranger get his few belongings. If Bellamy wanted to follow, he'd have a hard time keeping up, since the boy was agile like a squirrel despite his state. Took a while to get high enough and find the small pack between the trees, but then he came down pretty fast, almost jumping between the branches until he landed right in front of the other one again. Smiling, even though there now were some bleeding cracks on his back for sure.
     
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    The walk to the spot was silent, but thankfully, it was short, too. Not short enough to make without a flashlight, which Bellamy wordlessly took out to light the way. He wanted to say something, to talk to the kid, but Bellamy didn't know what may or may not set him off. There was no telling what the kid had been through and situations like this called for a certain level of very careful treading. The fact alone that he trusted him enough not to just bolt the hundred times he'd had the opportunity to said a lot, but it didn't say enough.

    Magiano seemed to be alright with silence, though, only breaking it when they reached the tree in question, Bellamy following his gaze. He was about to offer to go up there himself, but the kid told him to wait there and Bellamy didn't even think about arguing, giving a slight nod of the head as he watched the boy proceed to climb. And he climbed fast, nimbly, like he'd done it a thousand times before. Bellamy's brows perked up and he couldn't help the faint smirk that tugged at the corners of his lips as he watched because he knew there wasn't any way in hell he'd be able to keep up. He could picture it now, and all of the frustration that would have come with it.

    Eventually, the kid was back, dropping smoothly to the ground in front of him. He was smiling, too, the first hint of any form of happiness he'd shown thus far. Not that he had a lot of reasons to be happy, judging by his condition. "Somebody's pleased with himself," he commented, a faint good-natured smirk on his face before he flicked the flashlight back in the direction they'd come from. "Ready to head back?"



     
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