Notes

"Ah, Kieran," Randell smiled from over his book, "how nice of you to join me in my daily-" He was cut off abruptly when Kieran, out of a fit of rage, grabbed at his collars, knocking over his book in the process.
"..." Randell's smile grew strained as Kieran just stared, his red eyes smoldering with dark intensity that was unlike the normally sweet boy, and the usual gold flecks were absent in Kieran's rage. The grip on his collar hadn't lightened up, but when Kieran moved back slightly, he couldn't help but relax in relief.
"You knew." It wasn't a question, but it wasn't exactly an accusation either. It was spoken so lightly, so carelessly, that one would think he was talking about something as mundane as the weather. For Randell, however, it was like walking right into a trap. He licked his lips nervously, Kieran still watching his every move.
"I did," he agreed, because denying it would only worsen matters. Kieran already knew, that much was obvious, and Randell had no intentions of dying today. "I had been aware since the very moment it was thought of." Kieran didn't react, just stared. Randell hesitantly placed a hand over the tight grip on his shirt in an attempt to sooth and diffuse, and that's when Kieran reacted. He flung himself backwards, hands flying off as though they were burned. His eyes glowed a painful golden, lips drawn up to a snarl. Randell could see the fangs, and he tensed, aura flowing through him rapidly to accommodate the sudden threat in front of him. It wouldn't do much though, Kieran was a whole other league than pretty much everyone but the Big Four, and could definitely destroy him in a heartbeat without even having to resort to his demon heritage.
"Why?" Kieran demanded, and briefly, Randell could hear the hurt and betrayal in his voice. It was tense, and he had no idea how he should answer. "The truth, McGuire," Kieran growled, seemingly having read his mind, "just tell me the fucking truth or I'll force it out of you."
Ah. How stupid, Randell thought to himself, no one could ever lie to Kieran without getting caught. He was, after all, a demon.
"Because he'll come for you no matter what."
Kieran's eyes widened as his aura shifted unstably at Randell's honest reply.
"What makes you say that?"
Randell sighed, pushing up his glasses. "Because, he always has," a bit of pity leaked into his explanation and Kieran blanched. Randell continued on, because it would be the only thing that would save him, but also because it was sad watching Kieran and Matthew skirt around each other like such. "He'll come for you and leave the guild open." He watched as Kieran processed his words, and wasn't surprised when the gold faded as he slumped in defeat.
"You really think that?" Kieran asked softly, and Randell surprised the both of them when he snorted.
"Kieran," he started condescendingly, "Matthew is head over heels for you. You guys have been enemies for well over three years, and he's never once stopped chasing you. There's no doubt it'll work." Kieran tilted his head, considering, before smiling a wide smile full of teeth.
"Haha," he said in delight, "you stupid scientists and your "no doubts". He won't for come for me Randell, I know that much. It's been three years, and he's realized there's no point to it. He won't betray everyone he's ever known for lil' old me." Kieran paused. "Well, if he does I'll kill him painfully for even doing such a thing."
"How pitiful," Randell snarled, rage coursing through him at the insult, but also scared of what Kieran was implying, "it's not like you'd ever understand the value of comradeship." Kieran didn't even look phased.
"No," he agreed mildly, "but at the same time you haven't exactly let me understand, have you?"