User blog:Adamo Magus/Do What I Say - Zoethian Fan Fic 2

This is my second Zoethian Fan Fic, because I love writing about them, :3 this fan fic is slightly longer than the last one, and I'd' just like to say that THIS IS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE PREVIOUS FAN FIC I RELEASED LAST WEEK, NOTHING, AT ALL. Plus I'm going to release this in two parts as it's a lot to read in one go...Anyway, here we go, any type of feedback would be lovely :3'

(I've been writing this, plus doing coursework, so it may seem a bit rushed, I also wrote it on a word document to begin with so that's why the font is different to the wiki's)

Part 1:

His eyes followed her hands as she typed numbers into a computer. He was in deep thought, he still couldn’t get over the fact she messed with science behind his back, science is dangerous, and all he wanted to do was prevent her from associating with danger. He sat on the cold, cobblestone stairs leading down to a huge mass of technology. He wanted to stay well away, but stayed with her, offering to help where he could. He was so lost in his daydream; Zoey had to call to him to get his attention two or three times.

“Rythian...?”  She turns to face the mage, lifting her visor up from in front of her eyes. “Hmm?” He realises how long he had been thinking, “Oh sorry, what do you need?” “My wrench,” She giggles, “You were miles away,” She said, turning back to her monitor. “Sorry,” Rythian said, jumping down a couple of stairs and picking up a tool from a workbench, he didn’t really take much notice of what he had in his hand but reached over to Zoey and handed her the tool. She quickly turned around and watched him fly back up to his space on the stairs. “Rythian? Are you feeling okay?” She asks, untangling her feet from the wires climbing up her ankles and flying up to him. “Yeah, why?” He responds, rolling his head down the wall to look at her hovering in the air. “You’re miles away, plus, this isn’t a wrench, this is a sonic screwdriver...” Zoey says, returning back to the computer, placing her green visor back on her face. She starts fiddling with a large machine, taking a look around inside and tinkering. Rythian sighs, and looks up to the ceiling, feeling useless in this room of ticking machines. He snaps out of his day dream for the second time by a loud zapping noise and a clatter. “Zoey?” Rythian jumps down the side of the steps instead of flying, not caring about how high up the stairs he was, stumbling as he hit the floor. “Zoey??” He looks down in the cluster of wires and tools and sees her there, lying down on the ground. Picking her up and taking her out of the small cramped space, her eyes flicker open and she looks at the concerned expression on his face. He sits her up and rests her against the stone wall, leaning over her, close to her face. “What happened?” He asks, she takes a few moments to come to terms with what did actually happen. “It was just a jammer thing, I put in to try and hack into the settings,” She looks down to the machine she was tinkering with, “Guess that didn’t work.” Zoey lifts the visor back up onto the top of her head. “You okay?” He asks, pushing the hair out of her face and holding the side of her face. “Yeah.” She holds onto his hand, not wanting him to let go, but he does. “See Zoey, science is dangerous. That’s why I didn’t want you meddling with it...its dangerous; it played a big part in the war before.” Rythian tells her, he stands up tall, and she looks up to the mage. “Hey, I didn’t put the nuke there, that wasn’t me, that wa--”  Rythian cuts her off: “That was a scientist, that is science, science is the one to blame. And if one scientist is capable of doing this, then so can the others.” He holds up different, strange tools and parts of machines that didn’t look familiar to him, “Science. In a place where it shouldn’t be.” “But, I-” He doesn’t give the girl a chance to speak. So she gets up, wobbling a bit, her eyesight went fuzzy, but she steadied herself by grabbing her workbench. She doesn’t answer Rythian, instead she thinks about the words he’s saying. Her hand reaches up to her eyes and comes back speckled with water drops. Rythian returns to his space for the third time, not wanting to abandon Zoey in case something happens. Zoey quickly wiped the tears pricking her eyes before Rythian noticed. Taking a deep breath she places her shaky hands on the keyboard. She just wanted to cry. She just wanted Rythian to hold her close, and tell her everything would be okay. A very long silence droned on, with nothing to be heard apart from the tapping and clicking of machinery and Zoey’s sniffles. “Z-Zoey?” Rythian called down to her. After a short while she quietly responds, “Mm?” “I’m sorry I snapped, but science is dangerous, I only wanted to keep you safe.” He apologises, she turns around to see him. “I don’t want to hurt you, either.” When she hears this she stands up. "Rythian?" He flies down the stairs. A look of worry and fear sets on her face. “Hey, what’s the matter?” Rythian says, looking at her expression. She slowly looks down at her feet, crossing her left arm in front of her and cupping her right elbow. He took a few steps closer to her, with his toes a few inches away from meeting hers, she didn’t answer his question. Worry creased his forehead. When she still didn’t look up to see him, he took a deep breath and lifted her chin with his finger. She lifted her gaze so her golden eyes met purple. “What’s the matter?” He asks her again, she simply and silently shakes her head, and Rythian dropped his hand. She kept eye contact with the Mage. He lifted both of his hands and took her visor off the top of her head. Then he run his fingers through her soft red hair and parted it over her shoulders. She delicately took his face mask off and hung it around his neck, looking at the black, inky swirls climbing up his neck and up along his jaw. Gently tracing the threatening pattern on his face, he winces, and she pulls her hand down sharp. He gave her a small reassuring smile, and she slightly lifted the corners of her mouth too, but plenty of extra feelings still swarmed her golden eyes. “Zoey, I need to ask you a favour...” he breathes. “What is it?” She asks. Leaning down to her height, the mage moved closer to her.