They are kindred spirits, though he hasn’t the foresight or insight to notice such a thing. Still, perhaps it is fortunate it is this girl his prank had caught unaware rather than any other poor sod who might have passed by. She meets him with intrigue rather than irritability. And that is perhaps the best thing a boy like him could’ve wished for.
As his laughter dies, his bright, decidedly devilish gaze fixes on her, an almost manic gleam still visible despite the success of his prank. Only when the shadows begin to creep towards him without his willing it does his gaze fall from her, landing curiously on the curling darkness as it stretches gaunt fingers towards him.
He meets them boldly, as any might expect of a youth like he, nose dropping to investigate the creeping illusion. He snorts when he does not meet the shadows he had expected, his own abilities fizzling flat within them. With the impetuousness of youth, he grabs greedily at anything he can find, a sudden darkness falling ominously around them as he yanks the shadows he can find violently close. For all his ability, he lacks the finesse to refine it any further in his baffled temper.
When it finally clicks that the girl must be controlling something that is not truly shadow, his gaze leaps upwards, landing with an unnerving intensity on her. He steps abruptly closer, nose reaching out to prod roughly at her shoulder as he attempts to inelegantly discern her secrets.
“Show me more,” he demands, his void lilting in a surprisingly lyrical tone, though it does little to mask the abrupt impoliteness of the command. The hallmark of a boy who is so rarely denied.
you're burning up the sky, you're a constellation
I think that I could die for this revelation