Dýnami

chapter |two|

Life for everyone and all living things, is a series of routines. The changes to it are normally subtle. Instead of tea, you switch to coffee in the mornings with your bagel that you slowly trade in for a doughnut, until your breakfast itself has changed completely. You eat at a different time now, you wake up latter now. Each step slowly evolving until you have something new entirely.

But then the unexpected happens. Out of nowhere, you're doing something you weren't and it's suddenly deemed normal. In the snap of a finger, your life can be altered.

And with those few words, it became plainly obvious that Joel was an unavoidable sudden change to Dýnami's routine life.

"You have my attention." Dýnami's voice is rough from months of disuse. He could see the shock on Genevieve's face just at the edge of his vision's range but paid no more attention to it, for all his attention was given to the green eyed smirking boy in his kitchen. Smug and silent. It was a combination Dýnami could have done without in that moment.

Their eyes were like a forest fighting with itself and every other natural occurrence in existence, meaning that Joel didn't Stand a single chance, but the forest was stubborn and he held on for as long as he could. Which happened to be one second before Dýnami lost his patients entirely and threw him out of his house.

"Dýnami, have you ever heard the story of your birth?" He said nothing. The only movement he did was of his chest, of a shallow up and down motion, of a heart beat. And he blinked. Nothing more.

"So you have, good." His eyes, for a second, seemed to slit, seemed to thin out, the pupils attempting a disappearing act only to decide against it and reappear in the same second.

They were the eyes of a cat and then, in the same breath, they were only human. Simply human.

"What you may have concluded is that you, Dýnami were the cause of that storm. You were the ground shaking, the harsh winds, the lightening-"

"No. Shut up." But even he didn't believe his weak rebuttal. It held no conviction, no self awareness. He felt the bitter reality of fearing a memory he was too young to alter, too inexperienced, too weak.

But some how strong enough to kill.

"No." He repeated, impossibly weaker than the first, still trying to convince himself if no one else that he did not do it. He did not create the conditions. He was not the life that took his father's.

"No..."

"Dýnami, calm down, honey," Genevieve saw his shaking before either of the two boys noticed it themselves and once the light was shined on it, the tremors only grew worse.

"No, I didn't,"

"You did but it was out of your control, you were out of control." Joel eyes stayed focused on him, on Dýnami, an overwhelming need to protect this stranger, to calm him, overcame Joel and he did not fight it.

Out of control. Always out of control. A storm. He was always unwanted and dangerous and uncontainable. From the very start he was too much for the ones around him to handle.

Joel didn't understand why the blue haired boy was so determined to convince himself of anything other than the truth he clearly knew as such. He couldn't understand why he was so terrified of admitting it, to the point where he would deny himself of something so monumentally... him. He was denying himself of everything he could be and everything he is capable of achieving for not only himself but anyone he deemed worthy of his assistants. Joel didn't understand but maybe this part of the adventure wasn't meant to be understood.

Not by him, at least. It was Dýnami's story and Joel was just a new character in it. He did not need a history for that was not important. What was, however, was his hand in helping Dýnami overcome whatever it was that was holding him back.