#my tag for iulian lol

[thefearfulheart]

Depths of Darkness

Random au of mine and @kaydreamman characters.

Kay own Iulian Zamfir and I own Jose De Leon

“What…” Iulian can’t help but hesitate for a moment as his hands tighten on the sword's handle, his fingers brushing against the drum of it, as he stares at the janitor.

He watches as the janitor leans against his mop and he smiles back at him. The man’s light brown hair is free from the ponytail that Iulian has been used to seeing him in ever since he came here, and the sleeves of the man’s grey jumpsuit are pulled up as well to show thin, spiralling scars on his arms that sends slight shivers down Iulian’s spine as he can swear that they are moving…squirming as the janitor scratches his head.

Iulian can ignore the vicious, hungry words of HISS as it chorus its song throughout the Security Department as he stares, or tries to stare away, at the other's eyes…

The janitor's eyes are…

The Director can…recall that the eyes from before…the eyes he saw weren’t like that.

Lighter, softer…something so humanely normal. Sincere he could almost say…

The eyes he’s staring at right now remind him of the deep, pitch-blackness of the sea. Ravenous, hungry and all-consuming as they stare into his soul.

He feels like he’s drowning the more he stares into them.

Spiraling into the depths the devil smiles at him.

Iulian’s grip on the Sword tightens as he breathes heavily, unable to break eye contact.

He can hear the Janitor humming an old Spanish song under his breath.

Sirius is just a faint rustle in the back of his mind right now.

He’s trapped and he(‘s afraid) hates it.

It reminds him all over of-

“Ah, you finally remember now?” The janitor chuckles. “Been a while, hasn’t it?”

That snaps Iulian out of it.

Whatever spell he was under is now…gone.

“Yes, I do.” Iulian stiffly says. “Quite a long time…”

‘You shouldn’t even be-’ Are Iulian’s thoughts before the janitor bursts out laughing.

The laughter evokes a feeling of dread.

“Alive? Yes, I shouldn’t,” The man is amused, plucking those thoughts from Iulian’s head as if it were nothing. “Funny that.”

The man is smiling as he proceeds to mop the floor again and Iulian, foolishly again, stares at him as he does so.

“What happened to you?” The Director decides to blurt out. “I just remember seeing-”

“A dead fucking body in that lake?” The other finishes his words for him with a simple shrug. “Yeah, I know.”

The rare times that Iulian finds himself without words can be…distressing.

He dislikes them so.

“But, hey! I’m alive and I’m well!” The man chuckles. “Well, as well as I can be I suppose…but they treat me. So it’s not too bad.”

“The Board?” Iulian asks, finally finding his words.

The man just stares at him for a few moments.

Unblinking.

“No,” The janitor finally says.

He doesn’t elaborate on that and Iulian thinks that he might prefer it that way.

The way that he stared at him…felt cold.

Empty.

Iulian clears his throat.

“How are you here then?” Stronger, louder with that touch of sharpness that Iulian is famous for.

He can’t show weakness.

He’s come so far already.

“IT let me out,” The man says with a devastating calm that it makes Iulian…interested. “Well, a little bit of me…and some of IT.”

“Where were you?” It might be his hunger for knowledge or perhaps the Sword. “What are you?”

“A very dark place. An endless ocean of pitch, black shadows that consumes all light itself…you don’t know where up or down is in that place,” The janitor smiles as he mops further along the red-tiled floor. “Me? Well, I'm Jose! You’re friendly janitor of the Bureau!”

The man is silent for a few minutes.

No smiles.

No laughter.

No humming.

It…unsettles Iulian.

The man’s-Jose’s words…

“I’m the little, teeny, tiny parts that remain of him.” Jose finally says.