Atti Stared With Wide-eyed Fascination At The Little Spec. Her Question Startled Him And He Shook His

Atti stared with wide-eyed fascination at the little spec. Her question startled him and he shook his head. "No? Oh gosh....do you really think I am?" Glancing back at his hands he puffed out a breath and it grew even more. "Oh my gosh!" He squealed. "I did!" He'd never done magic before. His parents never bothered to teach him any. All he'd done was think...wouldn't it be cool if it got bigger? And it did!

Kenna gave à laugh as he inspected her. “What…” she watched with fascination at it grew, “Are you doing that?”

He nodded vehemently. His wide eyes still taking in the party with fascination. "I came with David." He said with great affection. "He said I should experience something grand. And here I am!"

"Courtesy of our host," Juliet noted with a laugh of her own. "Is this the first party of Magnus' that you've come to?"

Malachi's eyes held Skylar's. There was rage in them, rage, desire and something else Skylar could not identify. The rage was from Skylar pulling away from him as he did. "Soulmate?" He spat. "You already have a soulmate!"

Straightening, Skylar held his head high. "I do. And he is not you. It has never been you. You rampaging about the city, needlessly attacking innocents is not going to change that."

The older fae's lip curled in a snarl. That anger. It blazed in his eyes. And had Skylar not had something so precious to protect, he would have cowered away from it. "Do not think I do not remember how you ran from me. How you hid yourself from me. You shall not be forgiven for that." He took a step forward, driving Skylar back a step. "Soulmate or not. You. Belong to me. You will always belong to me. And I shan't allow you to get away again. But..." He held out his hands. "It will be you who decides how many innocents as you say will fall under my hand."

Atti had been watching Skylar and the strange fae with horrified eyes. He hadn't known. If he'd known he never would have left. Put Skylar in danger as he had. It was his fault. All his fault. Angry tears threatened to fall down his cheeks. But then, he felt him. Kwan. Kwan was there. He felt it in his heart. And then his voice, he heard him. And the sound of his voice was such a relief to Atti. Because it would be okay now. Kwan would make it okay. It was what Kwan did. What his kind did. The nephilim appeared before him. Marks black as night, but he glowed.

Malachi and Skylar both jumped, turning to face the new threat. Skylar moved further away while Malachi's attention shifted away from him. He needed to get to Atti. And this nephiilim, whoever he was, had come just in time.

"Nephilim!" Malachi snarled, squaring his shoulders at the other man. "I thought I'd dealt with you already. You have no stake in this." But he didn't allow the nephilim to speak before he was on him. And the two began to fight. A dance of combat.

Skylar used the distraction and bolted for where Atti sat crumpled on the ground. He seized him by the arms, pulling him to his feet. "Come on....come...sweet Atti we must go!"

But Atti only had eyes for the two locked in battle. His eyes wide and horrified as Malachi produced a hunting dagger and used it against the nephillim, driving him back. "But....but Kwan." He said. Finally seeming to notice Skylar there.

Kwan. Skylar remembered. Was, Atti's nephilim. It made so much more sense to him now. Why Atti had run off in the first place. "We have to go." Skylar said more urgently, pulling on Atti, but only making it a step before the younger fae stopped again. "Atticus!" Skylar hissed. "We have to go!"

The sound of his full name did something to Atti's focus and he turned his wide eyes more towards Skylar now. Seeming to track a little better.

"We have to go." Skylar said again, ultimately very sorry he had to do this at all. Knowing how important it was for Atti. For Kwan. But getting him back to the safety of the studio was the only thing Skylar could focus on just then.

Malachi let out a howl of outrage, the nephilim, Kwan, having finally managed to hit him. Blood streaming down from a long gash on his arm. He caught Kwan by the back of the neck, hurling him through the air. The nephilim's body hit the wall with a crack that echoed through the alley.

Atti let out a cry. He tried to go to Kwan then, but Skylar held him still. Whirling back on Skylar he started to shake. The adrenaline being too much for him to bear. And Kwan. Kwan lay bleeding at Malachi's feet. "Help him!" He pleaded to Skylar. "Please! Help him!"

There was nothing else Skylar could do. He realized in that moment. A firm resolve tightening his features. Gently, he cupped the side of Atti's face, brushing a kiss to his forehead. "Tell Eric..." He said into his ear. "Tell Eric I'm sorry. And that I love him." Atti stared back at him with wild eyes. "It is going to be okay." He told him. Because he'd make it so.

Skylar left Atti then. Moving so quickly it was like he vanished from one spot into the next. Malachi stood over the motionless body of the nephilim boy. Dagger held high. Ready to deliver the killing blow. But Skylar fell on top of Kwan, holding him close, clutching at him. "Stop!" He cried. "Stop this madness, Malachi! Stop!"

Startled by Skylar's sudden appearance, Malachi actually staggered back a step. His eyes were dark, pupiless. His breathing hard and labored. But he lowered the dagger. He stared down at Skylar as he clutched the lifeless body of the nephilim.

Atti had fallen back against the wall. Tears streaming down his face. In such shock he couldn't move, couldn't think. His eyes locked on Kwan, held tightly in Skylar's arms. Kwan who was bleeding, lifeless. And he screamed then, a piercing cry.

Malachi sheathed his blade. He cast an indifferent look at the wailing fae. Almost in disgust. He reached down, catching Skylar by the elbow. He easily pulled him from of the nephilim. "I've no time for this." He growled, hauling Skylar up and against him. His hand closing possessively on the back of his head, holding him there. Almost like a lover would. Almost. But the touch sickened Skylar and he squeezed his eyes shut against it. A disgusting, sticky laugh reverberated through him. Jostling Skylar as he did it. "This is over." He told the nephilim boy. "Tell your people." He didn't much care if his message was delivered or not. He'd gotten what he came for. He opened a portal with a wave of his free hand. Stepping through it, pulling a struggling Skylar with him. The two disappeared.

Atti let out another anguished cry. He couldn't force his legs to work so he crawled to Kwan. His jeans becoming muddy and unraveling as he did so. He pulled the nephilim into his lap. "Kwan...." His voice was hoarse, panicked. "Kwan....please." He begged him. "Open your eyes....Kwan." He felt like his chest was going to explode. A fear gripping him, preventing him from taking a breath. He choked on a sob. And he begged, and he pleaded with Kwan. Wishing, praying for someone, anyone to come and help him.

Kwan hadn't seen Atti in a while and despite them having video chats while Atti was confined to the studio with Skylar by Eric and David, he missed holding and kissing him. He knew something was going on if Eric and David had him quarantined to the studio so he tried his best to hurry so that Atti wasn't alone after he sent the text saying he wanted to see him.

He felt fear run through his bond with Atti followed by pain and Kwan used his stele to activate his speed rune and got to Atti just in time to see a menacing Fae dropping him from his hold around his throat and another small Fae, who Kwan assumed was Skylar, distracting the threat. This was the one everyone was protecting and Kwan felt his protective instincts kick in to protect both his boyfriend and the other Fae Atti had come to be fond of.

"HEY YAH!" Kwan screamed out, blade at the ready and appropriate runes activated. He sized up the man, noting they were similar and height and build with Kwan being slightly taller than the menacing Fae. "Why don't you pick on someone you're own size fucker?" He spat.

Atti beamed, tickled to have been sprinkled with glitter. "Wow! It's so pretty here!" He exclaimed. "I haven't even seen Mr. Magnus yet....is he really pretty too?"

Rory hummed thoughtfully. "I don't think a little bit would go amiss, but I think you'd have to catch it after it settled onto a surface." She laughed a bit, pointing at his jacket. "Already got a bit on your shoulder."

Atti squealed with excitement. He loved, really loved, a good love story. And he definitely wanted an epic love story for David. He was just so nice and wonderful and all the things!

His eyes widened as David spoke about soulmates. The elder fae had his complete and unwavering attention. Atti really loved learning new things. And soulmates just sounded so cool! "True love?" He asked in awe. When David said he no longer had a romantic soulmate, Atti felt his heart ache. "Oh gosh! I am so sorry, David!" He cried, attaching himself to the other fae, hugging him tight. "You have to tell Magnus! You just have to! Okay? Because he's your happy ending!" He just had to be. Atti was certain. He pulled back from the hug, Kwan's name causing butterflies to flutter in his stomach. His cheeked darkened and he giggled a bit. "Oh. Kwan is so nice. He saved me from a car, you know? Like he got hurt and stuff. But he was okay because nephilim are strong and they don't break really easily!" His voice held a great deal of awe and appreciation for Kwan. "We had Korean Hotdogs. And he said he'd be my friend!"

David chuckles as he hugs the naive young Fae he had come to adopt as his own. "I just might. I will see where the night takes me, I suppose." He shrugs.

"Yes, your soulmate. The one person who completes you. Not all Fae have one but when you find them it's a feeling like you've never felt before. You feel drawn to them, you want nothing more than to be near them and see them smile. You can't picture your life without them and you love them more than anyone you have ever loved before. You would do anything to make them happy, keep them safe. Your one true love. You can also have platonic soulmates too which are friends that are as close as a brother or sister. That's who Danny and Eric are to me, my platonic soulmates. I... No longer have a romantic soulmate. She died long ago but I do believe Magnus may be my second chance." David explains before smiling when the young far mentions Kwan. "Kwan huh? Tell me about this neohilim Kwan with the pretty eyes, little one. How does he make you feel?"

Atti let out a little squeal, hiding his face again. Then, he erupted into a fit of giggles. Finding everything so funny all of a sudden. He beamed, staring back into Kwan's eyes. "You are....really pretty too." He admitted with an even deeper flush.

"Oh..." He wilted a bit. His vision of Kwan riding around on a flying bike disappearing with an audible pop. He'd thought all nephilim had them. He offered Kwan a little smile though it was a little tight. "I mean I guess it was..." He mumbled, feeling a little unsure of himself now. "I mean I guess I didn't know any different. Until now." But then he smiled brightly again at him. "Say...Kwan? Will you be my friend?" He asked complete innocent and trust in his voice. "I've never had one." When the nephilim said they could get the hotdogs he lit up again. "Yay!" He threw his arms around Kwan, hugging him tight. "Thank you!" He landed a kiss on the other man's cheek.

Kwan loved his blush, reaching out to move his hands from his face as he looks him directly in the eyes. "You are. So gorgeous." He grins.

Kwan chuckles softly at the poke to his shoulder. "I don't but I think one of the guys I work with does. It's so cool. " he grins before listening to his story. "Oh man that must have sucked, never getting to go out and explore. Im glad you ran away so we can meet and hang out." He smiled. "Korean hotdogs? Oh I know an awesome vendor down by the Institute. We can totallt stop there. I love Korean hot dogs."