He kept his eyes locked on the boy, almost as if he was afraid he might disappear at any given moment. Part of him still thought that he was dreaming. That his head was playing ticks on him. But as he locked eyes with him, he saw he was wrong. Oh so wrong. He saw the same eyes he had seen when he was a child, there was no flicker of gold, no hatred, nothing but Isa’s true eyes. Even in his wildest dreams, his eyes were never this vivid. He had no idea how to act in front of the boy who used to be his best friend. Another thought struck him, but he refused to think about it; but he would have to keep his eyes open so that he could avoid him. Hell, maybe this was why they weren’t allowed to interact with people on their missions - not because they’d upset the balance of the worlds, but the timeline as well.
Clearing his throat, he tried to smile. He was happy to see Isa, he knew that much but it didn’t stop the slight numb pain from crawling up his chest. “I… How are you?” A lame conversational pleasantry but, he was treading on thin ice here and he wasn’t sure what else to say.
He glanced up and met Axel’s eyes; they were greener than he remembered. The corners or Isa’s lips tilted as he returned the smile hesitantly. He was almost certain that he shouldn’t be talking to the other but he had ceased caring about that. Although it pained him to be constantly reminded of his fate, it was quite interesting talking to the future version of Lea. After all, he hadn’t changed much. He still maintained the air of lovable arrogance even if it had been dulled by his experiences.
He gave a soft chuckle. “I’m well, thank you,” he replied, leaning his weight onto one foot. “And yourself?” He knew there was no need for this small talk but what else was he supposed to say. He doubted ‘Remember me? Your best friend from ten years ago?’ or ‘It’s funny how things change, isn’t it?’ were entirely appropriate.
Part of him knew that he shouldn’t be talking to him. Knowing that things would end badly for him if he ended up messing up some of the timeline, or anything. Or perhaps if he could he could make it so Isa would never lose his heart. But how would he be able to do that? If this certainly wasn’t his Isa, there wouldn’t be any harm in it. Hell; even if it was his Isa that would drive him do even more for him if he was able. He would have to keep a close eye on the boy, and make sure that he avoided everything that would leave him scarred, and those eyes that caused him so much pain to even look at. He was almost afraid to blink, or break eye contact with the boy, not wanting to see them change right before him. The boy before him was as innocent as he remembered him… Oh how much he wished he could stay that way.
“I’m glad to hear that,” He muttered, though he knew it was probably going to be of no use to him. He figured that no introductions were needed, seeing as he saw recognition pass over the boy’s eyes. Had he already come across him, in some other time line? He was curious now, how much the boy might have known, or how many people had come in contact with. Giving a small shake of his head he decided it would be better if he didn’t think of that. “Ah, I’m doing fine. Thank you.” Great. Now what was he supposed to say to him? Normally, around Isa Lea would have been a nonstop chatter box, but now…. Axel had no idea what to say to him.
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