𝗘𝗿𝘀𝗮𝘁𝘇 𝗟𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗻 | 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗒

III. Eunoia

Isai Nosenko's POV

"Hmm," I answered his scepticism, watching him flap his arms around as he searched for me.

His hair had been woven from the black heavens, fine strands of spacetime and starlight. It flowed as sweetly as a poet's ink and quill. It was in utter contrast to the hue coruscating in his orbs, but the pulchritude in them had been enigmatic.

"I can not see. Can you guide me to the door?" Havryil had been expeditious, his digits fluttering a little too volantly, for my liking. His body was angled, his left hand reaching forth as he tried tapping on the so-called door.

"I can't." It must have vexed him to hear that answer, for his eyebrows had crashed down and jaws clenched. In a more feral manner than I thought the face would be capable of. "Your mother told me to help you with your loving-a-boy condition," I expounded.

My appellations had provoked the ire in his wishful waking dream. The fire seeds he'd excogitated to swallow down with a gulp of water had been grimly extrapolated to the doorways of his soul.

"I suffer from no condition, whatsoever!" Havryil roared, trying to espy me, gazing about in all directions.

The vexation that had begun to blaze, from the embers of chagrin in his eyes, weren't foreign. But it wasn't a look that could ornate his face. Annoyance had been copious in those eyes. They notified me that his brain was in a different mode, that he had switched gears from empathy to cold emotional indifference.

"Everyone knows about it, Havryil. Your mother thinks I may be able to talk you out of your momentary lapse of judgement," I clarified.

An instant floret of despondency had begun to bloom across his chest, the left part of which had been lambently adorned with the sombre flowers. "Had it been momentary, I'd have been the father of three by now."

"That is true too," I nodded, humming an approval. "But, we have got to try. Or you can't leave this room."

"Says who?" He asked, his voice a few timbres higher than it already had been, in perturbation.

His feet finally disentangled themselves from the obscured ropes that had been bonding him in that position, making him swivel and look for the door. Yet again. A futile attempt, however. A smile cracked at the edges of my lips as I cognized that his endeavours were just going to be thwarted.

"Your mother." The smile on my lips had grown a little wider, as I said, "You won't disobey her, will you?"

"I'm an adult man, capable of making my own decisions."

His legs had stopped moving. With his hoary eyeballs moving about in haphazard directions, there was no deciphering needed. Those orbs had been a clear doorway to his emotions. He wanted me out, at that instant. His tolerance had been wearing thin. The more words I put into the conversation with him, the thinner his clemency became.

I sighed, letting him feel the heavy breath that left my body. A few strands of his hair levitated, akin to withering feathers, but he remained pacific. "Try for her, Yutaka. That's the least you can do. Some sincerity will do."

"Like I said, I'm not going to change myself." The adamant tone in his voice had been anchoring, a promise that he'd remain veracious to himself.

"Allow others to help you... Sometimes."