@headvoltvri / ft. aro
children, it seemed, were rare in volterra compared to the giggles of glee and chatter he’d hear outside the windows back home. they reminded him more so of the tricks he’d do for food or even a tent floor to sleep at night. while adults asked how he did it, they found beauty in the moment and asked believe it or not less questions. upon seeing a crying child, possibly separated from it’s parents, benjamin was the only one that approached and crouched down eye level with him. “would you like to see a trick?” he questioned just high enough to catch his attention and pique his interest. when the boy nodded, benjamin smiled before rubbing his hands together as if they were cold. “pay close attention, yeah?” at the rate his hands rubbed, surely a human would feel a burn but benjamin? if anything he felt the motion but the burn? almost a tickle.
he wondered where the boy could’ve come from this late at night. there were few faces around but most of them were human and drunk.
while water was his favorite element, and in his mind harder to handle, fire might be a close one --- which is a shame he never has to use it as much as amun would like him to. his hands stopped rubbing and slowly but surely his hands separated to seemingly pull flames of fire between the two; sparks, like fireworks, showered in the space between his hands and he could see them dance in the little boy’s eyes like bugs of light. he gasped and benjamin rocked back gently with amusement. “magic,” the question for children is easily answered even though they’d go home and think back to it... and wonder if they had seen it at all. with a waving motion he then clapped his hands together and the flames were snuffed out. “better?” benjamin wondered and the little boy, still tear streaked, nodded with a smile at least. “go find your parents. tell them to take you to disneyworld instead.”
the little boy thanked him and ran off. as benjamin began to stand, he felt the shift of the wind and he internally sighed. still he was able to stand and turn to face the presence. he wasn’t stupid enough to ask the man if the boy was his child... and if he were, well, that was interesting too. “children are impressionable. do you know where i could find a map?” he asked, hoping to put his little show behind him.
