A Brush with the Past

Uh. Hi...?

He glanced at your eyes then shifted them to something behind you. His gaze faltered for a moment before speaking.

"I would prefer you wouldn't. I presume we can go shopping for new clothes. That shall be our target for the day." He returns his gaze to you. 'At least he looks content. I wonder why his personality keeps changing. It's making me a bit uncomfortable.' You smirk and nod.

"Excuse me but I need to make a phone call. I will certainly and get you once it is time to go. Oh, and don't leave the shop." You slowly lift yourself up from the chair and offer your hand out to him.

"Deal." He looked down at your hand skeptically. 'I guess he doesn't believe I won't stay here...or he doesn't know what a handshake is. If so *Pfft* that's just sad.' You look between your hand and his hand. 'Handshake. Clasp your hand onto mine and shift your hand vertically. Do. You. Understand?' He huffs then firmly clasps your hand. You smile at him and continue the handshake. A small, crooked smile shows up on his face. You're fazed and look down at his hands. You realize he has gauze wrapped around his right palm. 'I infer he hurt his hand. Next Sherlock right here.' He releases your hand and waves you away. You turn around and exit the room.

You walk around the shop to look at the paintings. They all look average except for the one behind the desk, resting against it. A black cloth was dropped over it. 'Strange. Everything else was covered in a white cloth. Why's it so special?' You remove the fabric and flip the painting around. A handsome man stares back at you. 'Damn. That is one fine piece of ass there.' He was quite a bit older than you but, how could you say no? Long hair wasn't really your thing but that's alright, his face made up for it. Something about him was familiar. Maybe he was in Black Butler....Pfft. No.

The more you investigated the painted, you noticed that there was no signature on the front. You flip the painting back over but no marks were fo- wait a second. 'What is that?!?' You rub your fingertips over a strange etching in the thin wood. It looked like out of place. The circles were deep as was the bottom of the crescent. You circle the out line of the crescent slowly, stopping abruptly as something pricks the pad of your middle finger.You pull your hand away to investigate your finger. 'No splinter, good but what got me?' You look back at the etch to find a single drip of blood run down from the wood. The blood stops , defying gravity. It vibrates as it shifts from a light maroon to an obsidian shade. 

"You really should be more careful, (F/N)." You freeze in fear as Elden speaks. This time he sounded different, like he was in the room. You turn your head around. Nothing was behind you except the wall. You huff as you stand up and look around the room. No figures are seen but you continue searching, leaving your safe place behind the desk.  'Elden? Where are you?' You think but even the voice in your head sounds unsure of itself. 

"Where I've always been. Well, it wouldn't make sense where i am to you. hmm. How to explain this to your simple mind?" His voice sounds gentle but you still cant pinpoint where its coming from. You walk over to the desk and sit upon it, having to jump slightly backwards to do so.

"I'm here beside you. I know your past and your future. In a way, I'm also everywhere. I know everyone's past and future, regardless of their race. Do you understand?" You close your eyes and respond to Elden. 'Alrighty then. Well, um, what did you mean by 'you should be more careful'?' You lean your arms back to support yourself and gently tap your Index fingers against the desk, your right landing slightly before your left. A gust of humid air passes behind you, causing your back to tighten and the hairs on your neck freak out. You squeeze your eyelids harder together.

"It may have summoned something you are not prepared for to you." You retract your arms from behind you and hug yourself. You tilt your head downwards, making you seem smaller than you really are. The air now felt stagnant and you feel as though you were trapped. No escape. You suck in a breath through your mouth and release it slowly. 'Elden, are you here?' You try to relax your back.

"Remember what I explained before? I'm always here. Except this time, I've been summoned to be visible. This cannot be undone. Open your eyes (F/N)." You feel knots crawl into your lower back. 'I don't want to yet Elden. Give me a moment.' You hear a grunt in response. 

"(F/N), I am NOT a patient man. I have waited for this moment sense your (Legal Guardian/s) begged me to- well, we will discuss that matter later." You gasp as you snap your head in the direction of his voice, still holding your eyes closed. Your lips quiver as wonder if _____ is/are okay. Did he harm _____? You debate whether to open your eyes or not. You let out a sigh of defeat and let your head fall. You opened your (E/C) orbs and look up.

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A cliffhanger!?! I know its clique but I have picture of him that I want you to see while reading my description. I just can't decide if I should leave him in his demon form or his human form. Random Fact: Botis is a real demon. He is the demon of time and is depicted a some sort of serpent guy. Looking him up is just weird so please don't. Just believe me here. His demon form isn't sexy, by any means but i have found random drawings a hot guys(by my standards) that fit a few of his depictions. Soo....Comment what you would like to see.    Adios.