There's someone watching him when the cruiser rolls up, a curious onlooker or rubber-necker probably, and Auryn flicks his eyes over. The young man's eyes hold something else, something beyond curiosity, and he meets them as they roll past.
Then he's being urged on out of the car and he gets a proper look at the man. He's unpresuming, jeans and a jacket and hair the wildest thing about him, but the energy around him isn't: it's strong, and restless; it tugs, and Auryn finds himself drawn.
He meets his eyes obliquely. They're of a kind. One in a cage, and the other outside it.
"Keep moving," Cop 1 says, pushing him a little, and in response, Auryn flickers sparks from his fingers: not enough to hurt anyone, just a pretty warning to stop touching him. Not much to lose, in this position.
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Then he's being urged on out of the car and he gets a proper look at the man. He's unpresuming, jeans and a jacket and hair the wildest thing about him, but the energy around him isn't: it's strong, and restless; it tugs, and Auryn finds himself drawn.
He meets his eyes obliquely. They're of a kind. One in a cage, and the other outside it.
"Keep moving," Cop 1 says, pushing him a little, and in response, Auryn flickers sparks from his fingers: not enough to hurt anyone, just a pretty warning to stop touching him. Not much to lose, in this position.