PD [SOLD $236k - Myk] Auction Card - Yasu O'del

[Myk]

One slender, defined brow lifted toward the other male’s reaction. All in all, the Telepath was accustomed to being stared at. He did his best to be as provocative as possible, revelling in the many distinct and curious responses from people. Yasu’s inability to speak right away or avert his gaze said to the Vampire that he was very much surprised by Myk’s unnatural appearance and his chaotic aura. It was difficult to assign a positive or negative feeling toward Yasu’s behaviour, however. Myk had witnessed how people could lose themselves in awe of someone else and he had also seen how people responded in terror, confusion, and hate. Whether love-struck, star-struck, struck by fear or disgust, the initial response was pretty much indistinguishable. With the way Yasu soon blinked back to life and stammered inconsequential things, Myk was willing to assume that he made the poor boy nervous for less than positive reasons and he wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about that. His fingers flexed behind his back and he straightened up his posture, standing there like a tall foreboding figure before the stage.

“I know…” he said absent-mindedly in response to Yasu’s reintroduction. When he caught himself speaking aloud and in such a tone, he had to laugh a little. “Your name was on the bidding card, of course.”

What he didn’t realise, however, was how very pompous that exclamation seemed; as if he were reminding the man of something too obvious not to know in this energetic, blissful way. That wasn’t his intention, as Myk’s attention was entirely on himself having been amazed that he could have recalled the information without prompting and had a very natural means by which he knew the answer. So he hardly stopped to apologise for it or understood why the atmosphere between them grew tense and awkward. Yasu gave him the smallest smile, declined his offer of help, and continued being as edgy as a hen house under attack from a fox. For some malevolent reason, this made Myk smile a dark and toothy grin, from which two sharp canines stood out amongst the rows of sparkling white teeth. His hands untethered from one another and he allowed his arms to float forward again, with his right hand coming to rest on his hip and his left being drawn to face-level as if he were inspecting his nails.

“Suit yourself,” he stated flatly and let the moment pass, drawing his black painted lips into a thin line. And very quickly, Yasu had changed the subject to talk about more practical matters. Myk cast his pewter eyes on him, down the length of his nose. The blank look on his face suggested the truth: that he hadn’t really thought about what they would do together now that they were bound in service. “Well,” Myk sang, building momentum and time to think. “We should talk about that. Perhaps… elsewhere. Perhaps where we are taking the books to.”

It was a question no longer. Myk was not a natural leader, his personality being rather passive, but when all the people around him were happy being meek and yet called for guidance, he was also happy to assert himself into that role. More often than not, this would turn out to be a terrible idea for everyone involved. Left to his own devices, Myk made selfish choices and with pure disregard for rational thought, common sense, and other people’s feelings. He would choose to do things because he wanted to see the outcome and in this instance, he wanted to squirrel away his prize so that no one would intervene – just like a leopard dragging a gazelle into a tree so that none of the other predators on the prairie could steal his meal. Myk moved toward the box and hoisted it up with one arm, and then waited for Yasu to pile the remainder of his possessions into the box before they would be on their way.