You're a bit young for a nanny - Charlotte

[Kylan Thomassen]

Word Count: 490 Tags: @asu Notes: If I've said anything wrong just lemme know and I can fix it. I left it pretty open for that reason, haha.

I t had been a week since the last intern ‘baby-sitter’ had been promoted to another position. Apparently he had done a mediocre enough job of imposingly following Kylan around town and checking on Mihai to a degree that the intern was deemed ‘competent’ and moved up. The man had been quiet, never made any sort of attempt at starting a conversation with Kylan or talking about anything unrelated to his job as the appointed babysitter. Attendant, supervisor, Kylan supposed those were the technical, professional terms. For him though there were either babysitters or there were guards. Kylan didn’t spend long with his babysitters, usually interns that lasted for a bit before they were fired or promoted. Between interns he would be watched by a guard during the transition period. While interns were short and far between in a way he did prefer them to guards. In his experience they were a little less prone to violence and anger. Some even tried to be friends with him – or at least wanted it to look that way. At worst those types were just annoying. The positive there was they didn’t last long, ending up getting fired altogether most of time. Because the prospect of a new baby sitter wasn’t an especially new or exciting notion anymore he didn’t feel any particular need to rush the morning he’d been told another would be assigned. He could be on time, fine, but there wasn’t enough emotion felt towards the whole thing to call for arriving early. Not when he’d rather sleep in, have a cup of coffee, and take his time getting ready before he bothered to leave his room. A quick glance over of himself first. Due to the nature of his position with the government of Arkadiya, Kylan was allowed certain amenities other mutants were not. At least not while they were under the care of the government and out on contract. He had regular showers, for example, leaving his sandy blond hair clean and well-kept with his signature – required – gold cross pin holding back a layer to one side of his face. There were no obvious scars or traces of filth on his skin either. The specially government owned mutant was also allowed clothes. None of the thread bare shirts or stained jumpsuits that were common in the underground, but normal, comfortable clothing. Today, a gray vest over a simple long sleeved black shirt with a pair of dark pants. As the room he usually reported to in the mornings was in the same building he was housed he didn’t feel the need to done a jacket just yet. He would decide on if he would go out today or not based on his impressions of this new babysitter. Like this, he was escorted by the guard that had been keeping tabs on him for the past week to the meeting room, who then knocked and answered for him before entering. there is a cemetery of words buried beneath your tongue

by worldie for becca

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CHANGE IT ALL, BUT CAN'T CHANGE WHAT WE'VE BEEN

Day 2. Mihai Eliade wasn't quite what she expected. And he wished her well when it came to Kylan. Told her Kylan wouldn't be that bad, that he was a simple bibliophile with quiet tendencies and a serious demeanor. For all Charlotte knew, Mihai could be lying about that, simply sympathizing with his fellow mutant. Or he had no reason to. As with protocol, she was only required to spend time with one mutant at a time. The other mutant would be resting, on a job, or at a supervised training. These days with the Property Protection intern were meant to be a "privilege", something that was meant to make government-owned mutants feel just a tad bit human and willing to perform their strenuous government-mandated tasks.  But it was clear that Arkadiya's two government-owned mutants weren't very keen about these days, nor did they look forward to these days. These days were forced obligations. Mihai made it clear that they were either treated like children or pets at the very best when it came to the Property Protection interns. And it didn't seem as if Arkadiya was keen on offering more positions for the short-staffed Property Protection division. They simply didn't see it as very productive to throw money at the department, and so despite the fact that the number of mutants outnumbered the number of interns, they saw no reason to increase the number of staff. With low pay and short staffing, it was no wonder that interns tended to want to transfer out and get a new job as soon as possible. If anything, after yesterday's experience (and the little stretch of the rules towards the end of that day), she felt some sort of calling, some sort of... desire to stay with the division for a while. Perhaps it was the small sense of camaraderie, or some pity or empathy for the mutants... or perhaps it was because she almost felt as if Mihai was the least bit human yesterday. She wasn't entirely sure whether she would stay longer than the other interns (especially because one of the guards winked at her and said "No worries, miss, you'll be in Human Resources or Financials by next week."), but she wasn't going to flee... yet. With hands clasped together, she took her last glances at the file in front of her. Kylan Thomassen. A man who was born within the darkness, grown without light until a medical miracle allowed him to see. A quiet man, one of few words, despite his ability being based on words. Perhaps I should have learned to keep such restraint on my own tongue.  She tensed as the door swung open. The guard closed the door, the mutant in tow. He's... cold. Coldly beautiful. Like a porcelain doll, or a statue of alabaster. Cold, empty eyes, devoid of emotion, as blue as the dark, forbidden, freezing waters of the Arctic Ocean. Skin as pale and pure as snow. Hair, spun gold, clipped back with a cross of gold.  And beneath all that beauty, it is said his voice is the most wonderful of all. She trembled in his presence. How could something so ugly, something not meant to exist... how could it take such a beautiful, intimidating form? Though he only stood four centimeters above her, his presence felt much greater. Transcendental, omnipresent. As if there was someone or something in the room, other than the girl, the guard, and the mutant. He was a creator of worlds, a man who could command with his tongue... in a very different way than her voice ever could. He, who could bring words to life, was someone much more different than she, whose voice could destroy and bring men to their knees if she allowed herself to be that cruel. But she never could. She never would. But that didn't mean that there wasn't the possibility that he wouldn't as well. She nodded at the guard. "Thank you for your service. He may take a seat, and I release you t your usual post," she said, her gaze attempting to meet his unreadable eyes.  Much too cold to meet. What.. is he? And yet again, she was at loss for words, the only protection she truly had.  - #712 - - Kylan Thomassen - - gomen i'm late again -

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