to do the right thing

    It’s a nice change of pace, and a nice break from normality.

    But today is slow ; he’s flipping through a grimoire that’s full of spells written in Old Norse, attempting to decipher the faded words whenever the bell sounds throughout the empty shop. Only a nod is offered in the guy’s direction before Judas is turning his attention back to the scribbles on the page, murmuring a few aloud underneath his breath, testing the feel, the pronunciations.

    He’s scanning through a spell on temporary invisibility when that name rings in his ears ———- the name of a boy long dead, a name that sends a chill down to the very marrow of his bones.

    Normally bright hues seemingly dim, though no hint of true emotion is given away. The book is set down with a calm delicacy before Judas is standing and leaning against the counter, feigned confusion masking stoic features.

                                     ( You are in control of your emotions. No one knows you’re lying. )

    Dirty blond hair, clear blue eyes, a jawline he can recognize, Caïn     KNOWS he found the man he was looking for. People like to hide,     they like to escape their problems, to escape the truth. It's his job,     to find people, to make sure that they face who they are, that they     face their past & accept themselves. It's his fight, he wants the truth,     he had always wanted it, CRAVED it. He made enemies because of     it but it doesn't matter, the only person who can judge him is GOD     & Caïn is doing everything he can to be judged as a good person.

    Head tilted, his grey eyes take in the man as he tries to lie to him.     He wants to shake his head, a tut tut on the tip of his tongue. STILL,     he keeps it hidden, he doesn't want to enter a fight, doesn't want     to argue even though he's pretty sure that it will come. People     who hide are like little animals, they get angry once they have     been discovered.

                 'Yes, yes, Judas Ray Dredson, that's your name NOW.'

     Both eyebrows raise as if to let the man know that Caïn knows he      is lying, as if he is daring him to deny once more. Extending both      hands, palms turned toward the sky, he waits patiently. He's not in      any hurry & he can understand that he kind of shatters the man's      life with the knowledge of his real identity. But the right thing is to      be there for your father after he lost his wife, the right thing is to      go to your mother's funeral. The right thing is to be here for your      family & that's the ONLY reason why Caïn accepted that case.

“When I like someone a lot, I get scared that I’ll let them down. My fear of sucking is worst when I feel like someone thinks I’m good”