Swimming After Hours

[Penelope Greene]

"You," she told him, laughing.

[Mykel Rahs]

Mykel growled to himself, launching his body into the pool with anger, splashing.

[Vergil von Wulf]

Vergil had been walking by the building when he heard splashing from inside. He curiously made his way into the gym and followed what he discovered to be splashing, water angrily thrashing against the sides of the basin within the floor. For a moment, he thought it was possessed or part of someone's ability until he saw the figure, the source, of the disturbances in the water, "Um.. hallo?" He hoped they weren't drowning.
The splashing drowned out his initial, timorously spoken words so he cleared his throat and spoke up again, "Hallo?"

[Mykel Rahs]

Mykel growled, popping back up. 'Who is it?" He snapped, hauling his body out.

[Vergil von Wulf]

Vergil took a step back and almost regretted investigating the sound. The beads around his arm tightened slightly in reaction to the fear that was coiled in the pit of his stomach, "I vhas valking by und I vhas own-ly curious tu whu vhas avwake. I ahm soh-ree eff I deesturbed yu."

[Mykel Rahs]

Mykel shook his head. "No, you didn't. I'm Mykel Rahs, by the way. I'm just angry, I did some stupid stuff in my past and today. Who are you?"

[Vergil von Wulf]

The onyx beads around his arm relaxed and so did Vergil, feeling a little more safe than he did earlier, "Oh, um.. I ahm Vergil. I jus' moofed en tuday." He rubbed his left arm and shifted his weight to a single foot, "Vould yu lyke me tu go..?"

[Mykel Rahs]

"No, no, you can stay if you like. I'm just.... trying not to hurt anyone or anything right now." The nineteen-year-old sat at the water's edge. "C'mere, sit if you want."

[Vergil von Wulf]

Vergil approached like a wary cat and sat next to Mykel quietly. He avoided sticking his feet or legs in, hence the indian-style position he flopped down in a little ungracefully. "Vhy vould yu hurt anyvonh Mai-khul?"

[Mykel Rahs]

"I've done some stupid things, Vergil. I kissed two guys today, both of whom are straight, and I killed my little brother."

[Vergil von Wulf]

Vergil wasn't surprised Mykel would share this with a complete stranger, what were therapists and psychologists if not that. "Vhell kees-eeng two men does noht sound tu terreeble Mai-khul but there cohms a loht ofv dahrk ten-tion vith.. keeling a membhur ofv yur fahmily. Vhas et an ak-cident..?"

[Mykel Rahs]

"Complete accident. I was only fifteen, just discovering my powers really, and.... I hit my little brother in the heart, with a bolt of lightning." He sighed, glad water was flowing out of his hair.

[Vergil von Wulf]

Vergil felt his own heart give a tug. How horrible, to be discovering who you were but lose someone you probably loved in the process. No wonder the poor boy next to him was feeling such a mixture of tense emotions, they practically coursed within his very veins and made him. He placed a hand on Mykel's shoulder very slowly, as if going to pet an injured or jumpy animal, comforting him as much as he could being an unknown person. "Vhy keel yurselfv Mai-khul, oh-fhur an ak-cident. Et could noht be halped und yur Bruder.. I ahm sure he es vehry un-dhurstandeeng..."

[Mykel Rahs]

"I was never planning to kill myself...." He mumbled, curling up at the edge like a dog. "I thought about it a few times. Never could. Trystehn, he'd be so upset if I did."

[Vergil von Wulf]

Vergil patted Mykel and nodded sympathetically, a quiet breath released from his parted lips. "Und whu es thess 'Trystehn,' Mai-khul..?"