Petunia (WCB prologue thing)
He bats his hand away from the buttons.“No, no, just hold me tighter Witt.” There is no change in pressure. So he pushes himself onto the other with more desperation. “Witt, please” he whines.
“Shh.” Witt hushes onto his lips and continues with a gentle hold on the others hips. Anger boils in Yogi’s chest, passion fuels it and he bites Witt on the bottom lip and holds it hostage. Witt cries out as blood drips. Yogi lets go but before witt can protest his attention is yanked abruptly to meet yogi’s. Yogi’s grip on witts chin will leave a bruise but that seems to be the least of Witt’s problems however.
The fire has reached his bright green eyes. “Youre not paying attention to me.” Witt lowers his eyes away from yogi. Yogi refuses to be ignored and yanks his chin again. Witt makes a grunt of annoyance. But meets his gaze straight on.
Neither makes a sound, its a challenge for the other to make the first move. Unlike his usually self, yogi hesitates and his green eyes burn into witt’s blue. Witt gaze is daring, its not as mysterious as he would of wished and it takes only a minute for yogi to figure out what everyone has been spending a week searching for. The traitor.
“You son of a bitch.” Yogi growls still holding Witt’s chin. Witt makes no sound or movement to escape. “ you son of a bitch!” Yogi yells louder. He yells as if the louder he scream, the quicker itll be for the past to change. The green burns brighter but yogi doesnt use the fire on witt. Instead he throws his chin to the side and yells more. “Do you know what you’ve done!? Do you ever fucking think?"
Yogi picks up a glass bottle and throws it next to Witt. Its not meant to harm him, its simply a warning.
“Shut up! You fucking idiot” he groans and buries his eyes as deep as he can into the palm of his hand. “You fucking screwed me Witt. You fucked me over and you- you- never think!” He takes out his cigerette and lighter but the lighter wont light so he throws it across the room and crumples the cigerette.
“I dont regret it.”
Yogi rounded back to him. “So I have to!? I have to regret for you? I always have to clean up after your shit.” He jabs his finger at Witt.
“Nothing will happen to you Yogi, you didnt do shit."
"Exactly Idiot! I didnt do shit! You made sure of that!"
"What are you talking about?” Witt wraps his arms across his chest and sinks down the wall onto the floor.
“Im in charge of you and the other idiot. You only thought of yourself!"
Witt stayed on the floor but he didnt need to stand to for the anger to be intimidating. Witt doesnt get angry. He gets annoyed, he gets fatigued, but he doesnt get angry. Its not explosive like yogis. Its silent and yogi doesnt understand it placement in the first place.
"Yogi this may have been one of the least selfish thing ive done. Forget our line of work, that! That was evil and made us just as bad the enemy. We watched in safety while he hurt her every day. Damn the consequence I’d do it again, tell him. Make it easier on yourself. Let amir kill me.”
Yogi stopped pacing and lowered to witt slowly. “Kill you? You think, he’ll kill you?" Yogi slowly unbuttoned his shirt and made sure witt focused when he tried to turn his head away. "I would lie about it. Tell a fun story, make everyone jealous.” He scoffed. The purple line glinted catching Witt’s whole attention. “You left ‘to search and be a good blood hound.’” Tenderly he shrugged the shirt off thin lines of bright purple and red ran in chaotic paths across his arms. Around his chest was a set of fresh gauze. “Its not just one,” he laughs. “He like her, as confusing as it is."
Yogi shoots him a glare. ” No Witt.“ And he continues to unwrap. "You want death? He wont give you the pleasure.” The red lines grow thicker and more mared. There’s purple and black and red and green and blue. But theres so much red. Witt gently pushes away the bright strands of Yogi’s long hair. Yogi in turn puts it in his usual ponytail. The signs were all there. The thick jackets, the hair being left down, the clothes on whenever theyd- “dont start feeling guilty now idiot. Some of them arent just your mistakes.” There were older scars circular on his sternum, but they werent scars they were burns. But it all went dark black as it got closer to where his heart should be. Over it was a single gauze taped into place.
His body was marred with lightning and burns and scratches from beastial claws. It was a wonder he moved a gracifully as he could.
“How, what? Hm? How am I still living? Amir needs me. Not me exactly but my role. And i know too much to easily replace. Who knows maybe youll take it when you know enough. He has friends Witt, he cant afford to kill. So he wont. He needs my eyes my hands my arms my mind and my body. So he makes sure it works. He assures me I’ll work at the end of the day and I love him for it. I love my role and I dont try to run from it.” Carefully and painfully he removes the gauze. A single glowing purple flower with crystals encrusting it are all embedded where his heart should be. “I cant run from it. There’s nothing to run too. Im already dead.” Witt reaches out to touch him but once again yogi bats away the hand. He forgets the wraps and puts his shirt back on and gets up. He retrieves his lighter and lights a cigarette on his second try.
He breaths out the smoke and the worry with it. “I wont say anything. You shouldnt either. Let him keep wandering.” Witt nods. “She safe?"
"I lost her so she is."
Yogi nods."keep it like that.” And he leaves Witt to his thoughts.