Shattered Amongst The Stars//Ianthony

Chapter Five

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The polished detailed silver took Ian aback. "I-I..." Ian tried to force something out of his arid throat, but couldn't speak no matter how hard he tried. He was too focused on the radiant weapon in front of him. Although it was life threatening, Ian couldn't help but notice how beautiful it was in person. The small emerald in the pommel, the engraved designs in the blade of the map of the town of which Anthony came from, the way the hilt was perfectly fit for Anthony's hand. It's like it was a dream. A dream of which Ian couldn't wake up from. Yet, here he was. His favorite character, Anthony. His appearance was too breathtaking, no matter how disheveled he appeared. Anthony's damp hair was in a matted curly mess, his tall boots were scuffed and splattered with dirt. 'He looks like he's gone through some shit...' Ian thought. 'Yet-' Ian couldn't finish his thought, due to an interrupting Anthony "Where am I?" Anthony pushed his sword slightly forward, the tip grazing Ian's nose. "I-I..." "Answer me," Anthony ordered him, crouching down to look him in the eye. "Th-the library?" Ian stuttered out, blinking a few times to try and grasp the situation. But his eyes weren't deceiving him. Right in front of him, was Anthony. 'It's definitely Anthony. From the detailed sword, to the slightly curly dark brown hair, to the gold pendant around his neck.' "I-I don't know what's happening," Ian muttered to himself, as Anthony sheathed his sword, recognizing Ian as something other than a threat. "I apologize," Anthony said calmly. "I usually don't greet most with my sword," He chuckled lightly, putting his hand out for Ian. Ian took a glance up at Anthony, then back at his hand before gingerly taking it. Anthony began to help him up carefully, as if he'd done it a million times before. "Thank you..." But luck wasn't quite on Ian's side. Ian couldn't help it. He sat back down, clutching Anthony's hand tightly. His asthma wasn't something he wanted to deal with right now, but his stress levels were off the charts. His chest became tight, his breathing becoming heavier. "Are you alright?" Anthony held Ian's hand tightly, holding it close to his chest. "I-I..." Once again, he couldn't help it. He started wheezing. This only made Ian's head spin more, which didn't help the pounding headache he received from hitting his head. Here he was, holding a fictional character's hand, from his favorite book of all time, while wheezing. "I don't have the slightest clue of how to help you...!" Anthony shook his head, as if disappointed in himself. Ian desperately pointed towards his chestnut brown bag. It hadn't been the first time he's had an asthma attack, and certainly won't be the last. Anthony reached for the bag Ian had been pointing at, scouring through it. "What is it you require?" Anthony wasn't sure of what half of the objects in Ian's bag was, but out of panic, he searched anyways. "Is this what you need?" Anthony held up Ian's cellphone. Ian shook his head. He set the phone aside. "Is this?" Anthony held up Ian's wallet. Ian shook his head, and so it continued. Anthony kept holding up Ian's belongings until there it was, his inhaler. Once Ian saw this, he nodded rapidly, before swiping it out of Anthony's hands. Pump one, Ian began to calm down. Pump two, Anthony gazed at him hopefully. "Are you alright? Would you be alright if I went and got someone?" Ian shook his head. A minute of silent gazing passed. "I apologize for staring, and in advance for being so bold, however," Anthony spoke in a low voice, placing a kiss on Ian's hand. "...you're very beautiful. My name is-" "Anthony...?" Anthony immediately went from calm and relaxed to panicked and alarmed, as he put his hand back on the grip of his sword. "How do you know my name?" "I-In this book," Ian grabbed a few pages off of the floor, clumsily attempting to find Anthony's name. Once he did, he pointed at it and showed it to Anthony. "It's a book, all about Overthier," Ian explained, looking up at Anthony with wide surprised eyes. His favorite fictional character was in front of him, unknowing of the book he's in. "I suppose we are not in Overthier then?" "Welcome to the USA," Ian tried focusing on the ground, instead of staring at Anthony, dumbfoundedly. "Ian, are you coming out of there anytime soon?" Lucas knocked on the door. "I-I'll be out in just a second...!" "Alright..." Lucas sighed, waiting patiently outside of the door. "B-Be quiet," Ian told Anthony in a low voice, grabbing the paper that he came for in the first place. "Why should I obey your orders?" "Because I don't know how to explain this to Lucas just yet..." Ian mumbled while in thought, pushing Anthony along to behind the door so Lucas wouldn't be able to spot him. Ian gradually opened the door, clutching the application. Lucas was leaning against the wall, but jumped to action as soon as he saw the state Ian was in. "You okay babe?" Lucas placed his hands on Ian's pallid cheeks. At any other time, Ian would've blushed, or got slightly flustered at how casually Lucas said the word 'babe'. "It looks like you've seen a ghost," He chuckled lightly, trying to make light of the situation. "Here's t-the application form," Ian held it out for Lucas with shaky hands. "Ian, are you feeling okay? Please answer me..." "I just...I don't know what just happened." Ian trusted Lucas, but he didn't know what the consequences would be if he told Lucas about Anthony. "Ian, are you seeing things?" "I might as well be." "What about voices?" "Only yours currently," Ian answered, praying that Lucas wouldn't take a peek at the back room. "I'm fine, I just-" "Ian, you look like death," Lucas stated bluntly. "I don't know what happened when you left my office, but you look incredibly pale and you're not acting 'okay'." Lucas kept one of his hands on Ian's cheek, moving the other to hold Ian's hand. "I'm sending you home." "Bu-but...!" "Ian, I'm sorry but it's for your own good. Are you okay to walk home?" "Y-Yeah," Ian gave up in trying to convince Lucas to let him stay. Maybe he was just seeing things. After all, it was crazy. Batshit crazy. Lucas gave Ian a quick hug. "Get to bed, take a nap, just relax for the rest of the day," Lucas whispered. Ian gave a tiny nod in agreement, before rushing back into the back room, practically slamming the door on accident. Anthony hesitated before stepping forward cautiously. "Who was that?" Anthony questioned, keeping a tight grip on his sheathed sword. "My...b-...friend," Ian rapidly corrected himself, before cracking open the door that leads to the alley behind the library. Labeling his and Lucas's relationship was the least of his problems right now. "We're gonna go back to my house, okay?" Anthony took a few glances at Ian, unsure of what to do. On one hand, Ian seemed generally terrified of Anthony the way it was, and he didn't look like the strongest man even if he wanted to harm Anthony in some way. "I don't think I caught your name," Anthony stated, as he followed Ian out the back door. "I didn't give it to you."

~A/N~

If you were wondering, you pronounce Overthier like over-thee-air

I have absolutely no idea how to write asthma attacks, but I tried woops

lmao day two of 25 days of chapters wooooooOOOooOOOoooOOoooOOOoooOOOOOoooOOOO

time for christmas

I've decided to start adding the date to the bottom of each of my chapters for personal purposes so

also I sorta miss the question of the day, so I'mma start it again

QOTD: What's your opinion on putting up Christmas decorations before thanksgiving?

AOTD: FUCK YEA CHRISTMAS

(12/2/15)