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Kellan observed the man before him irritably, glancing him over. He looked intense, more intense than anyone Kellan had ever met. He hung around a pretty happy-go-lucky bunch of people. People told him Cillian looked a bit freaky, but Kellan grew up with him, so he was used to it. But it wasn't anything physical about Dr. Grayson, even though he looked like he could snap Kellan like a twig. It was his eyes. Dark, swirling pits of nothingness. Kellan, being Kellan, put up a front of dismayed distrust, not revealing that he really didn't want to know what lurked behind those black eyes. words: 280lyrics: country road
Kellan asked if the man was going to actually go through with his mother's wishes. The man, matching Kellan's disdainful tone, asked if he said anything, addressing Kellan as young man. That kind of false pleasantry bothered Kellan more than being called a fag or what have you. Fag had some sort of visible hatred behind it; it could be combated. False signifiers, like young man, were harder to pinpoint - did they come from stuffy breeding or genuine distaste? Feeling very much like Lisbeth Salander in her ward's home, Kellan stared at Dr. Grayson, green eyes hard.
"Kellan, please, Doctor," Kellan informed him bluntly. Where did his mom find these people? Dr. Grayson seemed to live in a mansion, and the darkness in the room was beginning to make him wonder if this wasn't some elaborate hoax, perpetrated to get young boys into his grasp.
Seriously, Kellan, he's got all his hippocratic oath shit on the walls. You'll be fine. Kellan still couldn't shake the feeling something was wrong with this guy, though.
set me free
| james taylor