“Yes! Your office, NOW!” the blond snapped, before turning his glare on his boyfriend and adding, “To note, we do not need outsiders for the conversation, so you, Mr. Vincint, can stay right here!”
He uselessly reached for Noble as his Assistant Director started dragging him away.
Noble gave him an apologetic smile. “I’ll wait for you right here. Good luck?”
Ugh, he was going to need more than luck, more like a miracle…and Tylenol…
Ollie sighed slightly before taking a bite of his chicken pot pie. It was only the second day back, and part of him still wanted to sleep and avoid everyone, or at the very least the library, and more specifically, Elias, just for a bit.
The conversation had NOT gone well yesterday, but he had managed to end it and possibly come out on top. Okay, maybe he had come out on top. It wasn’t clear, as Elias certainly hadn’t dropped the issue completely. Which was one of the reasons why he was eating lunch at Bab's Diner with Noble.
That, and he had needed to get away from all the noise, as it had started to overwhelm him more than he’d wanted to admit out loud. Ollie couldn’t say he particularly loved overly noisy places either way, but his library was definitely louder thannormal. And as fun as all the activities were, he was tired. More tired than usual.
An over-packed schedule or not, Ollie couldn’t help but wonder if he was still getting his energy back after what had happened. Though, the last few nights, he’d practiced magic for an hour, so that likely hadn’t helped.
Ollie scooped up the last bit of his pot pie onto his spoon, then took another bite. His mind was still a mess. While he did feel a bit better after getting back to a mostly normal routine, he was struggling to stop the whole practicing magic thing from dampening his mood.
Though it was less about the practicing and more about the results and aftermath of said practicing. As much as he didn’t necessarily like the whole being a witch thing, and part of him possibly wished he’d wake up to find it was just a dream, another small part of him hoped he’d finally be normal in one area of his life.
But, no. Not only wasn’t he a normal human, but he also wasn’t a normal witch. Though, he supposed he should have figured that out given Annabel’s shock over his second affinity. But yeah, not normal, and no one knew why.
At least, he didn’t think Annabel, Red, or even Noble knew why. He knew for sure Annabel didn’t. And Ollie was almost positive Red didn’t know, and that it wasn’t in fact a binding issue, even if it still felt like Red was holding things back from him. He supposed he’d find out eventually, if he survived long enough, and wasn’t offed by a different witch hunter.
As for Noble, he wasn’t exactly sure how deep the man’s knowledge on witches actually went. But Noble was maybe… Well, no, his boyfriend was probably not hiding anything… Hopefully, he wasn’t hiding anything…
Sure, he called himself a monster, but that could mean a lot of things. Not that he could think of what those other things were exactly, but he was sure that there had to be…maybe?
Even if Noblewashiding something—which he was sure he wasn’t—it would be fine, because Ollie didn’t actually want to know. At least, that’s what he was going to say and think constantly until it was true. Ollie had done that before, and he would do it again, as it had worked out fine for him when he did…sometimes…
Either way, Ollie had a lot of questions and not a lot of answers. He had tried calling Rowden again. Mainly, as he knew the manhadto know something about why his powers were so abnormal. Not to mention, his godfather was possibly the only one who could tell him why his parents had died. Unfortunately, Rowden hadn’t answered, and he still hadn’t called back.
He frowned, looking at Noble, who had thankfully just let him get lost in his thoughts as the man took a drink of his soda. “Why do you think they hate us so much? Is it because we are different?”
Noble blinked. “They?”
“The witch hunters?” he whispered.
Noble stiffened. “Ah…probably in part, I suppose. Another part of it is likely due to religious reasons, or just personal vendettas. Just like there are evil humans, there are evil witches too. The hunters just don’t differentiate between the two. Though, the majority likely use the latter two reasons as an excuse to hide behind when they kill, to ignore the fact they are just bigots.”
“So many of them would hate me for various other reasons, even if I wasn’t a witch?”
“Likely. They just probably wouldn’t kill you for those reasons.”
Ollie scoffed. “Good to know.”
Noble hadn’t exactly lied.Many of them wouldn’t kill Ollie because he was, for instance, bisexual, but there were definitely a few who he wouldn’t put it past them to do just that.
Due to the organization being as old as it was, he couldn’t exactly say it was birthed by Christianity, or that it was a domination of it, but it had definitely pulled from those specific texts at some point. Either way, the strong religious connections at the foundation of the witch hunters, sort of ensured that a good bulk of those they recruited hated anyone ‘different’.
That hadn’t been the case for him, since he was gay, and he had quietly accepted that long before joining them. Not that he’d exactly advertised it. His handler had known, along with a few others in the upper ranks. As for the other grunts like him… There had possibly been a few who’d found out, and they were now very dead because of it.
Noble eyed Ollie, his sweet little witch who would rather not hurt a fly…and he’d like to say he couldn’t understand how he’d gone on killing those like him for so long, but it would be a lie. He knew very well why he had done it, and why he had continued to do it long after getting the revenge he was owed. Hatred and revenge were great motivators, but the truth was, in those later years, the only thing pushing him forward was his greed for violence.
Noble couldn’t help but hate himself just a bit more each time he witnessed Ollie break down in fear, or flinch when someone got near him. That bastard, Mikael, had left his Baby more nervous and fearful than before, and it made him wish hecould kill the fucker all over again…but much more slowly this time.
“Any other plans for this week?” Ollie asked with a hopeful smile.
Smiling back automatically, seeing how cute the man was, Noble said, “Nope, I’m all yours. Though, at some point, I may need to pick up some clean clothes and do laundry.”
