"Hey there." Byron replied, encouragingly, wholesome smile still there. He lifted his hood, the Sun giving him a headache, sending pins and needles down his spine and limbs. His gas-flame blue eyes looked the boy up and down. Cute. Like a newborn kitten.
“Um… h-hello,” Ollie said quietly. He cursed his lack of people skills and the fact that he stuttered. He took a few hesitant steps towards the other, blushing and biting his lip slightly when he noticed him looking him over.
"How're you, then?" Byron asked, putting his phone away, and offering a rigid-knuckled hand with long, strong fingers like a piano-player's.
Ollie gently took his hand, not letting it linger for longer then necessary. He then shrugged a shoulder, looking up at him, “I’m alright, tired, stressed maybe. Yourself?”
Byron smiled. This kid was so innocent. He was glad to, for once, see some wholesomeness.
"Tired of paperwork." He replied honestly.
Ollie hummed in understanding, kicking at a stick lying by his feet, “I feel the same but with schoolwork,” He sighed softly, “I-I’m Ollie. And you are?”
"Byron." He stated, adjusting his fluffy hoodie, and smiling wider. Unlike the movies vampires didn't actually have fangs per se, but their teeth were inhumsnly sharp. Though it wasn't all too noticeable.
He nodded a little and offered a small smile, fiddling with the sleeves on his too big sweater, “W-Well, it was nice to meet you, Byron but uh, I should be getting home.”
"Me too." Byron replied, with utmost reluctance. He started to walk off, scanning the woods
Ollie watched him go, shaking his head slightly before he set off again. He walked a couple steps before he tripped, twisting his ankle with a hiss.
(Nooo this bean doesn't deserve to suffer 😭😭😭😭)
Byron turned back around, jogging over urgently, helping him up, safely.
(Aha, I know… tell that to his last boyfriend…)
Ollie whimpered softly in pain as Bryon helped him up, face flushed with embarrassment. It was more then just a twisted ankle, clearly.
Byron picked him up like an empty milk jug. He smiled, staring into his eyes, mesmerizing him, putting him in the trance he often put his victims in, to numb the pain.
Ollie wanted to look away but found he couldn’t. And then the pain was gone. He didn’t question it, even though under another circumstance he might have.
Byron acted as his crutch.
"Which way is your place?" He asked, urgently, concern on his face.
Ollie pointed ahead and then to the right, “Down there and then to the right. There’s a small path that leads to the back gate.”
"Oh. Your place us close to mine." Byron nodded, helping him to walk over the tall, thick, lush grass.
He offered a comforting smile.
Ollie blushed at the smile and he didn’t quite know why. He nodded at what he said but didn’t respond.
Byron helped him walk to his place, effortlessly. He could carry this boy by the scruff of his neck like a newborn puppy, but that didn't exactly resonate with most as normal.
Once they arrived at the door, Ollie removed a keychain from around his neck, grabbing a small blue key and unlocking the back door. He slowly pushed the door open, stepping inside.
Byron propped him up again.
"I'll go back to my place and get my kit, love." He replied, walking out the back door.
He sprinted, effortlessly through the trees, zigzagging.
The term of endearment caught Ollie off guard and he stood in the doorway for a moment. He shook his head had carefully made it through the house and to his room, lying down on the bed with a groan.
(May I stalk? Ollie is honestly too cute to resist… )
(Mhm! Stalk away!)
(Yeeeee!!)
(Hopefully Ollie's last boyfriend doesn't show up in this one…)
(Hey Starry!)
(Hello!)
Byron was back within a few minutes, scrambling through the house to find Ollie in what he assumed to be Ollie's room.
Ollie rolled over onto his stomach when he heard Byron and propped himself up onto his elbows, "You know I just need to ice and rest it, right?" He tilted his head, "It's just a sprained ankle…"