With wide eyes Neal looked down to the arm connected to the hand on his throat. His lungs barely getting any air in, as he was lifted up higher and higher in the air intill he was held above the tall man.
From this height the ground looked incredibly far away. This man seemed to be even taller then he had thought. Even if he held him at the same height his feet would still dangle no matter how much he stretched his body to try and touch the floor.
This wasn’t exactly the worst of it.
No.
It was when his eyes locked with those coal black ones. Eyes that looked at him coldly and seemed bottomless. He was unable to look away even as his vision began to blur, chest aching as the air he was getting was so thin.
It was strange how he held him up like this, yet didn’t tighten his hand around his throat more. Rather he loosened his grip enough so he could get a bit more air, but why?
An icy feeling stung at his throat, colder then the rest of his body was. He felt his insides slowly filling with this incredibly icy feeling, chasing away any warmth his body may have and snuffing it out. The icy feeling spreads, unstoppable.
Tears fall from the corners of his eyes, no longer even struggling as he cold no longer focus on anything besides this chill and small amount of air. With how cold he was, he was surprised his tears did not turn to ice as soon as they left his body. No they were still warm somehow, at least in till they reached his cheeks where they lost whatever warmth they may have had.
“See. Look at you. What can you do like this?” A soft, harsh whisper in his ear. “The smallest bit of my power already has you like this. I needed to use far more on that child, your pathetically weak.” It seemed Neal had been brought closer to the man so he could place his lips by his ear to whisper this. Not that Neal paid any mind to that, only focusing on what he caught from those words.
“Y..ggghhh” He attempted to speak, but it was near impossible with the little amount of air he had. So instead he settled on glaring at this man through half opened, watery eyes, wishing to kick him in the face.
This fucking bastard used this weird cold on Azarias? Even colder then this? This to a child? What a damned scum bag!
Neal reached out a shaky hand, wanting to grab ahold of the curly locks and yank them out. However he couldn’t even lift his arm, unable to feel it anymore.
Coal black eyes watched, taking in the beautiful tear stained face. He did get pleasure from punishing others, however he had never once thought one beautiful till now. After all snot cuts and that were never appealing to look at, perhaps satisfying if he was the one inflicting them.
Was this pretty face human? It certainly wasn’t a common look with that race, perhaps by magic but their didn’t seem to be any enchantments. It was a small thought, but not really the important one.
No, what was interesting to him was this strange feeling under his fingertips. The only reason why he had not ripped the soul out of him yet.
It was this warmth underneath his fingertips surrounded by a strange tingly feeling. It spread up his arm and rather then be worried about it he found himself automatically accepting it. It gave no threat after all, and as it made its way throughout his body he felt strangely energized and comfortable.
Stranger yet, when he had brought him closer this strong scent of lavender hit him. It wasn’t coming from his clothing or certain places like perfumes and that usually did, no it stemed straight from his skin.Â
Interesting. Maybe he shouldn’t kill this human, its not like he was a threat. Even with that cute little glare, hah not even a little bit intimidating.Â
“What on earth are you?” Using his free hand he brought his hand to Neals cheek, gently holding it as he focused on that strange warm feeling.
Neal wasn’t sure what he was saying anymore, everything to fuzzy to even focus anymore. On the bright side the chill had settled down, feeling more like a gentle breeze against his skin then something robbing him completely of all heat. The grip on his throat lessened, but he had not the energy to bother trying to get out of this mans grasp now.
Suddenly his air passage was no longer blocked, quick to take in big mouthfuls of air while coughing.
He rose a hand to grasp at his throat, rubbing at the sore area while trying to see though blurry tear filled eyes. Not noticing the two hands cupping both of his cheeks, even as fingers brushed against them and then moved on to tugging at his ears.
“Just what is this…” The touch was gone, only for it to return seconds later. “So it is only when I am touching you..”
Neal was focused on the fact he could now breath while the one who had taken his breath away did as he pleased. The mans hands free to do this due to having set him down on the highest step, no longer tightly grasping his throat. Stroking at his face, wiping the stray tears, and tugging at his ears, all with wide eyes as he marveled at this strange discovery.
Touching this guy was like drinking a bunch of energy drinks, feeling well rested, and getting a good re-charge. It was comforting, warm and empowering somehow. It wasn’t exactly something to out there, but if you focused you would notice this strange thing. He only noticed it quick enough due to the warmth in such contrast to his cold, yet rather than fight to see which one won out instead moved along gently with his chilling air.
As Neal came back to himself and began noticing the uncomfortably close man he quickly rose a hand and swatted at him while moving away. Taking several steps forward down the steps.
“Fuck off you shit,” He spat before quickly looking over to where Azarias was so he could prepare to grab him and go. However he was no longer where he had been before, or in the room at all. “Where is Azarias you fucker? You better not have hurt him” His threatening tone fell on deaf ears as coal eyes looked at him uncaring.
“Your as threatening as a baby, and are you stupid? Cursing at me and such doesn’t do you any favors. I can literately take your life whenever I want.” As if to emphasize this he places a hand on the back of Neals throat, giving a light squeeze as he leaned down, from where he stood behind Neal, to place his lips by his left ear. “Also, is that the name of that child? I suggest you be obedient if you want to be able to see him again.”
It didn’t seem like Neal would listen no matter how much his own life was threatened, so he decided to do so other ways. He wanted to be angry, but it was hard when this guy was really not threatening at all. Although he would need to work on this disrespect.
Neal felt a chill go down his spine, the breath cold against his ear. The threat in those words making his eyes snap over to the mans face. Glaring at him but biting his tongue this time as he tried to control his anger.
Don’t hit him, don’t hit him. Ah I wanna hit him.
He knew he shouldn’t be blinded by his anger so he tried keeping it in, after all he knew enough with that hand on the back of his throat he shouldn’t push at this guy to much. Not at risk of never being able to see Azarias again.
With the silence a smile formed on his lips and he gently pat Neal on the head. Running his fingers through his hair he gave a small chuckle.
“Just listen to what I say and know your place, then I won’t have to punish you.” He gave a light tug to his hair, enjoying the soft silky feeling to it. “Good behavior equals rewards, bad equals punishments.”
Neal automatically recoiled from the touch, attempting to move away once again.
The smile fell and he gripped his hair tightly. “I may have spared you because you interest me, but that doesn’t mean you can behave like this. Do I need to make it so you can’t move even if you try? I can easily do that” His voice was low and threatening.
Neal froze, hearing the serious tone in his voice.
“If..if I behave you will let me see Azarias again?” Neals voice was soft, and without a single curse word. Trembling slightly from the cold feeling on his skin, he couldn’t get used to it. The pain from where his hair was gripped tightly wasn’t as big of a concern as his back as it came rolling back in hard now that he was not as focused on a single thing anymore.
He pressed against the man, although he would have rather fell but it was hard with the firm grip in his hair. The pain made him want to lay down. He probably had a bruise from where he had been kicked.
Why was it he wasn’t killing him anyway? Boredom?
“Perhaps. This is a good start” He loosened his grip and released the strands of hair. A satisfied feeling at the better tone towards him. While he was looking into this strange thing it was better to have an obedient person. Rather then risk accidently killing this weak thing by trying to make him still with his power. If he died then how could he figure out why it was he felt this strange warmth when touching him.
As Neal leaned against him with small whimpers as if in pain he wondered if he had somehow gripped his hair too hard. He didn’t pull any out so how could it have hurt so bad? No matter, at least he wouldn’t pull away as he experimented.
Hmm. Seems the more body pressed against him the more of this strange warmth their was. However not as strong as skin against skin, it had been thicker when he had put his hand against his throat and cheek. How interesting.
“Do you happen to know why it is touching you is so strange?” He decided to ask, although he was only met by silence. “Hey, you should answer me whe-” He was about to yank at his hair once again, however as he looked down at Neals face he found the boy to be sleeping.
“…”
He thought perhaps he may be faking to get out of answer, however the speed of his breathing stated otherwise.Â
“Seriously…”He was in disbelief, as well as annoyed. Did he pass out? Should he force him awake?Â
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