Addicted. { Myk }

[Fable (DELETED 5728)]

Fable was walking with him - edging him to the pirate ship, his money was safely kept in his pocket. He wanted to enjoy this feeling - the feeling of being thrilled because that was what excited him more. He was far too excited to do anything else. Eyes batted to the man beside him as he casually waggled his eyebrows in a mischievous manner. That was when the light brush came across the pale flesh of his cheek a light kiss.

A kiss that made Fable turn his eyes back to the white haired Telepath. He raised an eyebrow at the words whispered into his ear. Such a promise. He was held at his words now. He didn’t mind that.

They approached a booth where a man inside the booth gazed at them in such a peculiar manner that it made Fable uncomfortable, even so that he grabbed at the red scarf around his neck and loosened it - because it felt like a snake wrapping itself around his throat and tightening it.

The way man looked at them it was as if they were a freak show, and he knew how they always ended up. Myk looked at him in the same way he did. He didn’t know what he was doing but when he turned his ocean blue stare back to the ticket master he was staring at Myk his features softening as if he was in some kind of trance.

Could vampires do that? He had never known that they could hypnotize.

He didn’t argue. The man inside the booth then started talking about a deal for two tickets. Myk handed over money before Fable could get his own hand inside pocket and pull out his own wallet to pay. Damn the Telepath.

Myk took both tickets and offered one to Fable who took it slowly. He spoke again of owing the man dinner and Fable found himself laughing. He owed him nothing - he had already shown him to a good night out, a murder mystery that made him feel like Sherlock Holmes. It was a fun night, when he thought it would be a dull one.

“You owe me nothing, Myk.” He purred. “You’ve already done enough, things you didn’t have to do - now I’m waiting in a queue to ride a pirate ship.” He laughed “Seems unreal, to me.”

[Myk]

The Telepath canted his head as he listened to Fable, all that white hair falling over his shoulders, some slithers of it sweeping past his eyes. Myk brushed some of the unruly strands back again, considering the possibility of tying them up with anything he could get his hands on as their position in the queue shifted them forward a few scant inches every couple of seconds. The ride was pretty popular and there were a lot of people here, so Myk figured that they would probably be waiting in line for a couple of minutes before they’d reach the ride itself. It wasn’t a bother, Myk and Fable could waste away the moments chatting up a storm! The Telepath was very good at talking, particularly about trivial matters, but he could stand to talk deeply if the situation called for it. Since there didn’t seem to be any way of knowing if this particular situation called for it, Myk decided that humour was required instead. As Fable commented on how this night seemed so unreal to him, Myk chuckled softly to himself, toying with that thought with the same enthusiasm as the child in front of them whom was sucking on a lollipop.

“You need to get out more,” Myk teased, casting those devilish pewter eyes on the other man. “But don’t worry, I will happily be your guide. You can trust me to show you a good time, honey.”

A wink and a grin followed the salacious comment, and the Telepath looked ahead once more as if to leave Fable to think it over. It didn’t matter to Myk how the other man decided to respond to his words, he was the type to try anything once – and sometimes twice, three times, four... Sometimes the Telepath was stubborn, and since he was quite insane, it wasn’t beyond him to try and try and try again even when the odds of success were against him. Some called in tenacity, others just laughed it off as idiocy and those left in the middle sighed and patted him on his basket case of a head. Maybe he was hopeless, but at least he was happy. Not overly happy, because that was just strange, but happy enough to carry on with his life. If he wasn’t, Myk would just change. Change wasn’t difficult. It was committing to change that was difficult, getting out of one’s comfort zones and convincing one’s self that they could change if they wanted it enough. While his brain was on the subject of change, it occurred to him that this must have been a big deal to Fable, though he didn’t know why…

“So why is it that you haven’t been here before?” Myk asked, turning those curious pewter eyes back to Fable. “I must come here at least once a month… I’m probably not as busy as you, though.”

[Fable (DELETED 5728)]

Fable found himself laughing, how could he not? The man was practically a flirt. Fable was the type of man that didn’t pay much attention but Myk’s latest comment he actually got. There was a little smug smile written on his lips. He was actually the flirting, it had been a while since he had actually flirted. He made the comment of needing to get out more and Fable agreed, as much as he loved History there was something about the way tonight was he liked it - it did seem so surreal to him, almost magical. Like a little girl's dream.

“I get out often enough.” There was truth in that sentence but not in the way that he had imagined. “I walk from the hotel where I stay to the Antique shop, and back. I believe I go out every night.”

His lips etched up into a playful grin. Fable had made a funny which was completely out of his depth, and deeply cute if you asked him. He was trying to be cute, for Myk. He felt the need to. Perhaps there was hope yet for Fable to actually become something better, something more now that he had found happiness in being in Myk’s company even if it's only been for a couple of hours it was enough to open a door for him.

His ocean blue eyes looked out to the pirate ship as it loaded another load of humans onto the ride, they were almost to the top of the queue, once the pirate ship did it’s thing and began to load again it would be the telepaths turn, and that was exciting. Fable was almost bouncing on the spot which was such an unusual characteristic for the vampire.

Myk’s question caught him off guard, that was such a strange thing to ask. It was like asking a child why he had never chocolate, some people didn’t like it and some people hadn’t experienced it. Fable was the same.

“I never had time, growing up.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I was always helping my aunt in her shop, and when I wasn’t I was studying History.” Fable laughed a little, perhaps nervous to Myk’s response, he realized now he came across as a bore.

[Myk]

“That’s not what I meant by getting out,” Myk said, sounding like he was chiding a dog for bringing mud into the house and messing up the rug, but obviously he cared more about the bad puppy than any bit of cloth. “I mean, well… You know. Getting out. Going into the big wide world and visiting all those places that you probably shouldn’t and especially those places that you definitely should.”

There was a dreamy sigh attached to those words as pewter eyes gazed up at the sky – away from this world and into another. There the past and the future were almost inseparable as Myk looked from nostalgic memories to what could have been, and also what could have its chance to be once again. Myk had been to so many places and done so many things, and while not all of those things were very nice or healthy, he regretted nothing in the end. To Myk, life was fairly precious and it deserved to be lived to its fullest, to its happiest. During that time, Myk wanted to learn everything he could about everything just because it was his selfish desire to feel whatever he could, to learn and discover and get high off that knowledge, off the endless possibilities. The Telepath was not distracted by wanting a legacy or for being remembered by anyone, he just wanted to live his life, have fun while doing so and if he could leave the world a better place, then so be it – it would be a beneficial bi-product of his existence, but not his existence itself.

A lot of people wanted the very big things – to be renowned, to be noticed, to be special and perfect and to want for nothing. It was these people who often became something too, so, good on them for having the confidence to pursue those dreams even if it meant stepping over people to make it happen. C’est la vie. Myk didn’t hate those people just because their dreams were different to this. As a matter of fact, Myk didn’t hate at all. The Telepath had no capacity to hate because that required a devotion to negativity that he simply couldn’t afford. He wasn’t going to waste his energy on such a thing that would do nothing for him. Making people miserable did not make him feel good and making himself miserable went against logic. That wasn’t to say that Myk didn’t dislike people for their actions, didn’t hold them accountable because he thought them to be morally deplorable, but what could he do about it really? There was a deep-seated desire to make the world a fairer, more just place, but he didn’t think enough of himself to even try. Myk was not his mother after all.

It was when Fable began to explain just why he hadn’t come to places like this theme park that Myk returned to the planet Earth, and to the present. Myk would dream all day and night if allowed the opportunity – and frankly, he had done such so many times that he’d lost wholes weeks to sleeping. As it was, Myk listened to Fable and wore his characteristic smile, this sweet little grin that suggested he was still actually day-dreaming a little bit. He was imagining Fable’s childhood and how it could have been his own in another lifetime – or this lifetime even, if his parents had been a little stricter. Myk could have gone into the same profession as his father if he’d been able to focus long enough and he almost felt a little envious of Fable for having some kind of discipline to help others over himself. The Telepath’s smile grew broader as he began to visualise a miniature Fable sweeping the floor of the store with the same-sized brush, and before Myk knew it, he was pinching Fable’s cheek and making cooing noises.

“Aww, I bet you were so adorable when you were a child. Such an angelic boy to help your family like that when you could very well have been a brat and ran away from the responsibility. I ran away several times when I was younger,” Myk continued, neglecting to mention the fact that the habit had never actually ceased. “I wish I could have been a good boy like you, staying at home and studying, but I’m far too selfish and have an extremely short attention span.” Myk might have cackled at that confession, but it definitely was no joke. “It’s probably rude of me to ask this, but… How old are you, Fable? I don’t think you’re older than me and if you are, you can’t be that much older.”

[Fable (DELETED 5728)]

How old was he? He was old enough. Fable found himself grinning - offering a coy smile to the fellow Telepath beside him as the gates opened for them to step through as they got escorted onto the boat. Fable automatically went for the back seat, it seemed rebellious to do so. He grabbed the silver bar and held on tight until his already pale hands became paler from the pressure he applied as if he was going to fall off the damn ride.

“That is a deeply personal question.” He said. Turning ocean blue orbs to the man with a curious glance. “I’ll answer it though. I’m frozen at this age forever, not like I can escape it. I’m twenty seven.” There he said it. He was old enough, frozen this age - it made him jealous of those younger than him. They always looked so much younger than him. If he could have chosen when to become frozen in this body he would’ve chosen the ripe age of twenty one.

“It wasn’t adorable” He felt the need to comment, to fight his empty corner as he shrugged his shoulders. The ride itself stirred to life as he thought about it really, It began to go back and forth, slow at first enough for the anticipation for what the ride held seemed to stir and bubble in the pit of his stomach, so much that he stopped his train of thought and for the briefest of moments seemed to stare at Myk with the blue hues of a child's gaze.

It was several minutes later when the ship was slowly stopped did he turn his gaze back upon the Telepath. Wondering. “It was a duty, to help her. No one else would, she couldn’t afford hiring on someone permanently. Antiques weren't someone's prized possession as they are now, you know?” He shrugged his shoulders.

That was how the night went on then they spent another hour at the fairground - trying anything and everything that seemed to attract his attention it was completely new for Fable and he was allured by how exciting something like this could be, he would gladly come again, and again and again.

For the first time since his turning. Fable smiled, a genuine pearly white smile.

Fin.

[Myk]

Myk gave Fable a knowing grin as the pirate ship began to stir and rumble to life; each little jerk and jolt reminding Myk of sensitive places pressed too heavily, too eagerly, and how the body would squirm away to defend itself. Pewter eyes were trained to those innocent blue orbs, a dark reality reflecting this mischief in his mind. Myk was glad to know those little details about Fable, and since the man had not asked the Telepath to return the favour, he simply squirrelled away these facts like tiny treasures for himself. He could use these later. He was glad too not to have to share secrets of his own because, frankly, Myk’s mind was a million miles away from thinking of Fable’s childhood – and even less so, his own.

A focus on the present was established, where pale hands whitened from the effort of holding on for the ride to come, where cheeks blushed with excitement and easy grins pulled onto lips that were foreign to the feeling. Myk pulled closer to the other Telepath, winding his arm beneath Fable’s strong left arm and grabbing the bar that was in front of him. It was a subtle motion, the kind easily missed without knowing the intent, but Myk anticipated how Fable might take it. Not only was there a need to get closer to the other, but Myk found himself oddly protective over Fable. If it were to take all his strength and will, Myk would not let that bar fly. Fable could learn to trust that not all things fun and new were things to be fearful of, or shy away from.

The teaching was repeated throughout their night together. Myk made good on his promise to take Fable to dinner, even if it had come hours after the proposal had been made. It felt like a million years had passed before dawn was threatening the horizon, where inky pleasures gave way to peaches and raspberries. Myk missed the sun at times, but the brightest of his days had taken place at night after all, and in these four years no less. Myk couldn’t regret what he had become because of that. Although he was as much a victim as he was a monster, he couldn’t have given up anything he’d lived through. The Telepath could neither entirely regret breaking the vase... In those fractured pieces, one man had helped another find a fragment of themselves. Myk really hoped that Fable had enjoyed their night out as much as he had done because it certainly wasn’t to be the last if he could help it. They parted on a kiss – to the cheek – baby steps.