[Halloween Fics] - TEN
[TEN]
Nicholas D. Wolfwood was not the type of man who avoided looking in other’s eyes. There had been a few, a precious few men who could make him flinch and look away. One of these men was Legato Bluesummers.
Calling him a “man” may be stretching it, Wolfwood had thought on a few occasions. Certainly Legato wasn’t just a man. He couldn’t be. The appetite alone was a sign that he wasn’t human - nobody could eat with that speed and constancy without exploding sooner or later.
The fact that Wolfwood had seen Legato and Knives being… intimate on more than just a few occasions also gave him cause to believe that there was something… different about him. He had seen Knives before when Knives had been feeling… emotional. It was not something that Wolfwood ever cared to witness again, either in this life or the next. He could not imagine being on the receiving end of anything that caused Knives to show strong emotion. It would be like being on the receiving end of the wrath of God. In a few ways, it was.
Midvalley the Hornfreak was another link in this chain, though Wolfwood hadn’t found out about it until later on. Catching Midvalley sneak out of Legato’s chambers early in the morning wearing naught but a damp towel had been a fairly big clue. The smell of sex in his hair had been another one. It was a sight that Wolfwood was fairly familiar with seeing as he came back from early-morning prayers. Or from his own trysts.
“Legato, huh?” He asked Midvalley’s back.
The musician looked back at Wolfwood and smirked. That smirk told Wolfwood all he needed to know, really. He watched Midvalley walk off.
“You’re surprised.”
The sudden sound of Legato’s voice startled Wolfwood so badly that he jumped. Cursing his lack of composure, he turned and found the blue-haired man standing in the doorway of the room that Midvalley had just exited. Unlike Midvalley, he was completely clothed in his customary garb, even down to his boots. Wolfwood reached for a cigarette and put it between his lips to calm his nerves more than anything. Legato never failed to make him nervous.
“I don’t know what I’d be surprised at,” he said.
Legato didn’t move. Wolfwood didn’t think that he’d ever seen Legato in any sort of motion except for when he moved to eat. The rest of the time, he was as still as a corpse, as air in a tomb. It was even difficult to see his lips move as he spoke. Wolfwood wondered sometimes if they moved at all.
“You’re surprised at the hornfreak and I.” Legato said in his toneless voice. His golden eyes stared straight at Wolfwood. The priest lit his cigarette, glad for an excuse to look away. He thought the sockets of the skull on Legato’s shoulder had more life in them than Legato’s eyes did.
“It’s none of my business,” said Wolfwood.
“No.” Legato smiled, although his lips never moved. “You won’t betray your knowledge to anyone.”
The way that Legato said betray made Wolfwood’s skin crawl for a reason he couldn’t identify. He stood, silent and set-jawed, the cigarette smoking lazily between two fingers. Legato’s not-there smile widened.
“You’ll betray us later, of course. And everyone else you’ll come to know. You’re betraying them now, in fact. How does that make you feel?”
“How does what make me feel?” Wolfwood growled. Legato’s voice was in his mouth, in his body, in his head, like a cold white mist.
Legato slid skeleton-white fingers across the blue fabric of Wolfwood’s jacket.
“To be a Judas, Father Wolfwood.”
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