Rose Scented
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- Posted: Mon, 10 Sep 2012 06:40:16 +0000
- After having been “dismissed” by Nivek the Sinister, Toby had left the bar in an attempt to locate Max.
He had searched high and low, somehow always just missing him as Max, in turn, searched for him though finally he had some luck as he heard Max’s familiar, thudding footsteps leading up the attic stairs and towards the window that Nivek often left open to let in some air. He was just breeching the doorway into the attic when he saw the bottom sole of Max’s shoe disappear through the opening to the window, and he slowly meandered his way over as well, his heart picking up a strange, thudding rhythm that made his hands feel cold, his feet tingle and his stomach tighten uncomfortably. He had found it silly that he, even for a moment, had hosted the idea of lying to Maxwell about such an important thing as to his identity, and had already decided that he was going to tell Max the full truth, but his resolve seemed to weaken as he traversed closer and closer to the conversation that lie ahead.
Tobias knew of Max’s hatred for supernatural’s.
But for some reason.. He didn’t care.
Carefully stepping through the window, ducking through with his long, lean form, Tobias drew up to his full height once on the roof and paced forward over the familiar terrain.
His lips parted and his arm lifted as he went to speak to Max ( there was a certain amount of disapproval on Toby’s face, as he had watched him light a cigarette which smelled acidic and burned his sensitive nose ), however before he could react the sky opened up into a loud cacophony of sound, a flash of lightning zigging across the sky in an awesome display of power, and with his contempt swiftly changing to horror Toby took three, stumbling steps forward, his hand clawing at the back of Max’s shirt.
Once.
Twice.
Missed him by an inch.
“Max! No!” He cried, but he wouldn’t catch onto the cliché just yet.
Bending at the knees he dropped down onto the roof and placed his hands on the edge before leaning forward until he could peer over the edge as the sky opened up and poured sheets of cold rain down onto his back, plastering his clothing to his body and flattening his hair to his skull. Just before the cold downpour started he had caught sight of Max laying on an untrimmed bush, not that far of a fall and broken with a softer surface than the ground. He should, by all technical means, be alright.
Popping onto the balls of his feet – thinly clasped in Converse – Tobias shifted his weight up in a slight bounce, and then propelled himself forward, hopping from the edge of the roof before falling down, down, down; his legs stretched downward, the balls of his feet connecting with the ground before his knees bent to absorb the overall shock of the surface, though his ankles still ground together in protest. Ignoring the pain he stood upright, stalked forward with weary emotions crossing his face, and knelt by the now soaked and cold man. He bent, pressed his index and middle finger to his neck and thankfully found a pulse. As relief flooded over him his head ducked down and a deep breath was exhaled, his breath pluming out in front of him before he scooped the man into his arms, cradled him close, and set off across the lawn and towards the back door. With a rather solid and launching kick right next to the handle, he continued inward leaving the door hanging off the hinges behind him.
He swiftly took Max to his room, moved with him into the bathroom, and sat down on the edge of the tub, keeping the man on his knees and held close to his overwhelming and almost suffocating heat as he filled the tub with warm water. Slowly he lowered the man in, allowing the water to rush up and smother out the chill from the icy, Fall rains.
Tobias then sat down on the floor by the tub, and watched to see if Max would awaken, worry etched on his face.