Hands

"Hands" is a [SEASON NUMBER] thread written on [IRL DATE].
==Summary==
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==Full Text==
For once I’m home and Blunt’s  not…that’s new.
Stonegit sighed as he pulled off his boots and settled himself into his house. He walked over to allow himself to drop into his armchair. He loosened his shoulders, and closed his eyes.
Then again…I’m probably not here at the right time again…I lose track of what a normal day’s pace is supposed to be. 
He dozed for a little while, his ax resting at his fingertips. When he heard the door on the lock turn over. There was no real reason for him to know that it wasn’t Blunt.
But he knew it wasn’t Blunt…
Sniffing once and rolling his shoulders, Stonegit stood up and hoisted up his ax. “Alright here we go.” He muttered, and faced the door.
The door slowly creaked open, and Rhenco fixed his eyes on what he saw, in his own vision, to be a young bodyguard, barely twenty. A slow smile touched his mouth as his eyes glinted. “Hey pretty boy…demon not home again today?”
Stonegit’s throat tightened but he willed himself to remain calm. He blew out a long, slow breath and carefully set his ax aside. He clenched his fists a few times, and then shook his fingers. “Okay…not what I needed today.”
“Ah so you do remember me…I was worried…” Rhenco crooned as he slowly walked over towards him. “My little pet worked so hard to trick me and finagle a plan but here I am just walking through the door.”
Stonegit could feel the tension in the room tightening like a cord, threatening to snap. “Yes you’re very clever.” He droned insincerely. “But I have current, and relevant, issues to take care of. So I have no time for you.”
I didn’t want him to react this way…Rhenco slowed his pace further, eyeing him. “There’s a cut on your lip…did I do that?” I won’t let this day get worse…I’ll, make, him, react…
Stonegit pressed his lips together. Alright…his feet are shifting…here he comes…just breath…don’t give him what he want…not again. He turned away from him to go to the kitchen. “I was just making dinner…meaning you have to leave.”
Stonegit turned around on a flinch reaction just as Rhenco plowed into him. He grunted as the man grabbed his wrists and let his fingernail sink into his sink, his face immediately leaning down to bite at Stonegit’s lower lip.
“̶̬͕̗̃̎̌̃͠Ä̴̡̧̫̰͙̻̠̹̳̭̺̜̪́̏̈́͛̋̓͑̆n̵̙̪̎̍̅̍̿͂̈́̀́̾̆͠d̶̬̜͎̬̩̿̐͂͛̋̄́ ̵̯̖͇̅̏͊̆̿̆͗͂̓͂̽̀̑́̈́r̵̛͍̱͇̤̜͖̥̮̺̹̤̺͍̭͒̍́̈̋̇͛̐͗̈́̿ͅą̶̘̝̰̰̫̤̼͖̘̗͍̉̋̋̋͘̕͝p̷̠̜̼͖̟̹̤̳͔̙̤̻͊͐͛̂̍͐̊̄́͛́͝ę̶͓̬̗̩̲̣̘̂̈́̏̿̅̒̿̂͌̚͝͠͝ ̸͇̱͙͔̯͔̥̯̱͕̄́͛̑͐͂̈̚͜͜͠h̴̲̐i̸̧̻̯̥̘͉̜̺̭͉̝͖̾̀͒̀͋̀̃͛͝m̸̧̺̜̈́̌̐̃̌̌̈́̓͛͆̅͘͝͝͝ ̴̗͚̹͓͙̣͎̳͖̺̯̜̖̹͖̀́w̷̻̬̳̤̲͉̙̦̬̭͋͋̐̽h̶̺͎̘̭̮̻̺̙̬͂̎͋͆͆͜i̵̛͖̪͚̰͚͇̣͉͓͔̫̟̿͐̉̕l̵̢̡͇̼̠̼̗̟̼̰̥̓ͅe̸̡̛̗͈ ̷̧͈̯̜͎̥͕̙̘̼̈́̈̈́̽̔́̿̐͗̕͜͝y̶̜͚̝̥̜̙̻͇͒̇̋̑͛ṑ̸̧̳̦̖̻̬̤̦̦̘̭̫̬͕̆̀̇̈̓̂̐̔̑̈́̄̕͠u̶̲̗̒̐͗̀͝'̷̨̢̡̗̮͈̺͕̼̻͚̥͚̝́̉̈́̋̈̽̍̿͝͝r̷̡̡͇̼̖̳̘̱̟̈̎̀͗̔̀̑͘͝ͅè̵̩̹͙̫̮̝̦̖͔͂͊͜ͅ ̷̡̯̟͓̟̙̻͇̜̫͍̜̦͉͊̉͒̿̉͋̓͗͜͝a̵̝͇̜̠̘͐̑̅̋t̶̢̛̤̮̺̖̮̱̲̜͒̈́̊̀̉̾̓͑͋ ̴̭̖̠͔͍̖͔̜̣̺̊̾́͗͑́͠ĩ̵̠͙̙̪̬̺̥̗̲̯͇̰͌́̒̇̚͘͝ͅͅţ̶̢̹̱͖͈̭̥͎̘̪̭̻̀̈́̂͋̏͝.̸̛̮͎̜̖͚̖̬̼̼̝̜͐̒̿̒̎̀̊̇̿̽͋̔̚͜͝"̵̻̳̣̘̂̑̓̊
Stonegit’s back hit the counter, scattering a pan and some silverware. He twisted his wrists to escape the hold and slipped sideways so Rhenco stumbled past him. He inhaled and exhaled steadily, but there was still a tremor. “No…” He said, and then grunted as Rhenco lunged himself at him again, this time Stonegit’s caught his grabbing arms, and rolled him off to the side. “No…this isn’t happening.” He said again, calmly, yet firmly.
“I don’t think you ever caught my name…” Rhenco said, picking himself up with a wolfish grin. 
“You could tell me but I really wouldn’t care.” Stonegit replied before the words had barely escaped his mouth. “Now keep your hands off.” The bodyguard then turned to the counter and grabbed up a knife, reaching up to pulled a rack of dried vegetables down from the upper counter. 
Rhenco’s long fingers snapped around his wrist.
“̴̛͉̊͐͛̒̈́̅̇͋͋̃̈́̕̚͝Ḍ̵͚̮̲̠̙͕̤̰̾͌͂̃̈́̄́͛͘ͅo̷̡͖̘͔̪͖̱̠̰̯͔̳͖̰͗̇͌̉̏̂͠ẻ̷̡̡̨͍̲̖̻̥̖͎̹͂͋̊̿́̽̌͜͠s̵̨̱̰̗̪̲͙̈͜ ̸̤̥̖͗̔͗̄̒͘͠ị̷̠͙̰͍͑͑̑̏̌͑͝ţ̴͈̣͍̙͙͖̞̓̆̀͌̊̏̔͐̈́͑̿͌͘͠ ̷͔̮̊̂̋̾͘͝ͅm̸͇̫̽̈́̀́̾̎̇͌͒͂͆̇̀͘a̷̡̨̦̝͎͇̼̝̳̺̠̲͈͔̍̏̽̋̊̎t̸̤͇̖̥̖̦͐͊͂͌͛̚̕͜͝͝͝͝t̵̨̨̜̲̱͇̩̻͎̞̦̼̖̣̿͂́͋̓̍͌́̃͒̕̕͜e̵̫͑̉̀̅̚ͅr̸̨͔̖͈̪̺͉͔̯͙͙̰̬͓͖̆̏̀͑͋̂̏̊͝?̸̮͖̼̖̝͖͕̟̤̋̾̋̂͆̈́͑̔̏̋͐̈́!̷̫̝̤̳̟̈́̋͑́̊̀͐̿́̓͐ ̴̜͓̲͍̻̳̫͔͖̰̠̼̥̆Ş̷̧̛̬͎̭̩͉̜̝̓́̐͆̒̒̆i̷̡̧̳̝͍̺͚̙̝̭͙͙̽̅̓̎͒̒̓̋̀̇̃͝g̸̡̬͈̻̝̭͗̓́͋̏̀͆̎́ň̸̟̬̤̭̗̖̖͖̲̣̆͑̄̏͊̒̅̃̍̈́͂͝ ̷̢̡̮̭̝̬̭̫̙̗̒̋̍̀̋̂̆̋͊̀̅̇̌̊̚i̴̢̱̩̜͈̗̦͍̣͚͉͈̇͊̓̓̓̔́̎̚͝t̵̙̜̱̱͌̇́͂͌͆̔͜!̴̩̬͍̩̗̬̞̑͗̎́̈̅̚͠͝͝ ̷̰̭̘͙͙̯̩̠̈́̈̆̑̑̅̔͊̅̍̕͜͠N̶̗͚͇͈̥͕̭̍̀̑́̌͑́̽̃O̵̮͎͒̋̏̀̒̔́͜͠Ẃ̴̜̓̆̌̎̓̕͝!̶̧͔̲͔̜̗͇̘͗̓̽̎͛̈́͠”̷̡̻̤̼͇̇̑͜
̴̧̢̠̻͕̘̥̣̀̀̋͒
Stonegit slammed the knife down onto the counter and slipped his hand away. Rhenco grabbed him again, and once again he slipped out. Stonegit shoved him once in the chest. “Seriously…” He said. “Clearly you remember our past a little differently than I because this is just sad.”
Why is he acting like this!? It isn’t right! He has to stop! He’s not hitting back like last time! He’s not screaming! He’s not fighting! He’s not trying to hurt me! With a sudden growl Rhenco shoved back into him, forcing him across the room and into the bed room. Stonegit staggered back from the pressure, and then shifted his weight, throwing Rhenco into the cousins of the bed.
Stonegit closed the door on him and put a chair under the knob. He had managed to walk back to the kitchen when he heard Rhenco start hitting the door with his fist.
thud. thud. thud. thud.
THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD!
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! Thcruch! Thcrunch!
Thrunch! Thrunch! Thrunch! 
Splat, splat, splat…splat…splat………splat….
Stonegit turned to the door, and then walked over and pulled the chair out of the way. He opened it and faced Rhenco, who’s arms hung limp at his sides, one of his hands completely destroyed, and blood running down the door. He looked…different.
Stonegit had seen him decades ago, briefly before Nala took his sight, and the moment he opened the front door. But now…the man seemed different. He folded his arms. “Are you done?” He asked, as if to dry belittle him. He glanced at the door, and then at the man staring at him. Rhenco was still calm. But there was a manic glint in his eye now. A kinetic energy that betrayed that he wanted nothing more than to hurt Stonegit badly.
“You’ve forgotten about your children…” Rhenco said. “What if you suddenly found yourself sharing history with them?”
.̷̛͔̖̳̆͊́͋̊͌̑̑͑̓̎̚̚͜͜͝ͅ ̷̡̛̛̻͈̥͇̘͖̄̅̏̑̈́́̕“̵̡̱̩̞̪̙̪̉̊͊͛̓̾̎́̕ͅĻ̴̛̜̗̙̥̖̝̪͖͔͓̫̗͒́͑͋͝ͅĖ̴̬̮̟̦̭͙̂̌̆̅͑̏̅̀̊̓̚A̶͚̦̲̟͎̹̽̉̑̆͊V̴̛̛̱̥̠͕̹͉̖͉̰̘͖̫̩͒̓͑̈͆̊̅̃̇̋͝͝E̴̲̦̠̫̖͋̂͛!̸̨̛̺̥̻̺̙͈̦̟̒̿̎͒̋̆̊̓̄̅̚͜͜͝ ̷̪̬̹̝̝͐̄̾͘Ạ̵̢̧̛̛̤͌̎͌̌̾͗̏̕͠l̴̨̨͈͇̞͚̒̄̊̓̐̽̀͝l̵͔̠̖͎͈̟͍̬̠̪͚̱͉̥̗̈́ ̴̱͚́ơ̷̡͈̫̜̾͂͛̔́̇́̚͠f̶̫̘̳̲̱̟̲͓̋̎̒̂̀͘ ̵̠̞̥̍̑̑̓̕y̸̧̗̞̟̎̂̒̿̈́̑̑̚͝o̷͓͉̖̻͗̐͊̍̈́̒̏̚ǘ̶̡̦͇̞̫̰̀̅̂̊́̂̀ͅ,̴͉̲̦̺̮̩̘̜̍͑̇̅̅͆̅̃͜͝ ̶͚̦̬͈̌̀́̋̅̑̈͊b̸͙̽͛̉̌̏̈́͐̅ë̴̳͙̙̥͎͙̖́̉̒̂̚f̵̡̜̻̤̦̖̪̭͕̲̊̈́͋̾̓̏̽͘̕͘͠ͅo̶̭̣͈̣̭͎̝͈̩̩͖̥̞̯̤̐͊́̑̚r̸͔̂̀͒̇̽͆͂͌̄̃̍̑͝ḙ̵̤̯̜̿͂̓̀̆͊̅͗͠ ̶̘͓̜͚͙̰̮͓͚͖͎͍̏̿̎̉̈́̿̊̿͗͜͠a̴͖͔̾̌̅̓̋̓l̵̡̨͉̣͇̬͉͕̠̘̐l̷̡̦̞̩̖̗͎̬̼͐͂́̐̓͑̑̈́̉͐ ̵̧̠̦͚̬̦̫̩͉̳̹͗̎̆̒͛́̔̏͑̅̄͆͆͠͠ͅo̶͙̫̠̼̺̘̎̇͆̂͑̓̓͐́͂͝f̷̨̛̛̝̊̍͂͂̆͛̚͠ ̸̯̺͙̘͎̼̙̠̱̲͎̹͇̏́͋̉̀͆̑̓́̕y̶̦̿͌͗̓ơ̷̢̨̬̠͖̘̬͖̝̍͑̽̂̈́̓̽̿́̕͘͜͜͝ư̵̧̦̜̠̋̀̓̽͂͠ ̶̺͖̎̀͗͑̂͊͂d̷̻͍̫̼̪͔̹̥̣͈͔̣̈̃̑̇̓͛̃̋̾̇͜͜į̶̥̻͔̼̻͕̘̗͈̠̤̩͔̂ͅe̷̮͕͔̼̯̲̥̓͌̉͆̋̃̉̐̋̚͝ ̵̧̨̻͉̞̣̳͓́́͛́̈͊͆ͅͅf̶̗̲̯̹͕͇̦͖͚̒̚r̵͈̙̙͉̾́̊̾͑͌͜͠o̷̢̘̻̤͎̼̗̓̆̒́̎͊̔ṁ̸͓̼͎̰̹̦͖͔̰̰̹̆͒̀̎̃̓͝ ̵̢̳̭̗̰̙̻͕͕̼̬̱̦͓̰̏̅̽͘m̵͚̮͙̜͎̪̤̬̝͙̭̦̄͑̈́͜y̵̜̹͚͙̜̩̟͗͂͐͜ ̸̡̻̜̮̟̪͔͋̃̊͆̆̒̏͘͜s̸̡̗̎̇͗̇ẇ̶̰̮͙͖͇̦̬̬͈̟͕́̀͜͝ő̶̲̰̥͕̰̹͓͓͚̘̬̒̋͗͒͘ŗ̶͓̦̤̩̯̬̳̟͓̉̏͛́͒̈̀̚̚̚͝͝ḏ̸̹̜̟̬̱̥͉̀̅̄͐͜!̶̛͉̩͎̺͉̬̺̝̼̩͚̦̎̏̀̉̊́̓̐̂̈̔͜͝ͅ”̸̨͙̭̥͈̺̖͉̰̫̳͍̐͌̋̓̔̇̀͒̌̐̓̊̅͋ͅͅ
Stonegit shook his head. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He reached over and grabbed the man’s collar, dragging him across the room and practically tossing him outside. “Now go bother someone else, I really don’t have any time or interest in you.”
He was just closing the door when Rhenco’s knife slashed out and stuck in between the door and the frame. The man leaned his face in towards Stonegit, his body and face as ever calm. But his eyes weren’t dead looking anymore. They had become wild. “I’ll force you. You can’t say you don’t care because I, will, force, you…”
“Yeah bye.” Stonegit shoved his hand out of the way and locked the door. 
Ȉ̷̱̭̮̊̅͌'̵͔̦͕͇̿̓̃͊͛ͅm̵̰̅͋̅͜͝ ̶̭͒̈́g̸̭̐̑́o̸̤̙͚͝ņ̵͇̩͒͂̐n̵͎̝̣͕͒͑͂͛̚a̷̢̭̯̳̓͜ ̵͚̙̗̊p̶̢̗͙̏u̸̩̎̈́͋̍̇k̴͔͔̰̘̘̚̕ȩ̵̝͕̼̗̽͒̃͂̐!̵̛̹̯͙̤̓̄͑̆ͅ ̴̭͉̉̍̑̍c̷̨̣̼̘̜͐̈̋́͝r̶̞̦͎̯̿͆̆̔y̴̜͑͛̿͊̕!̴̧̤̮̼͉̕ ̴̧̓̂̈ç̷̎̑r̴̺̒ÿ̶̢͈̞̰́̓̌!̸͇̜̓͛̏ ̷̨̰͔̭̩́̋͛͝
̵̯̹̖͍̬̐ȉ̸̯͇̈́m̵̯̠̀̉ ̴̧̛͓͙̐̍̀s̵̱̺͍̣̿̽̽͋í̴̡̙̳͇͙̐̑̌̔c̵̟̙̗͝ḱ̶̼̞͖͈̖̃̿̽̚!̶̯̹̙͗ ̷̬͊͛̀̚ͅy̴̧͓͗͊o̵̅̐͝ͅu̷̗̘̒͗͜ ̴̩͇͙̰̩̒̌͗̃c̴̭̺̒̽̋̆ă̷̬̘̱͉̲n̴̥̩̰̈́̉͑̒'̴̡̨̹̞͑̍͊t̵͔̣͖͠ ̷̧̈́̋̏̌b̵̨͔̩͖̓̒r̶̜̍̅͝e̷̡͚͔̪͂́a̶̧̘̮̰̬̎̓͝t̵̞͑̍͗ḧ̵͇̾̽̍̚!̸͍̬̰̪͔̈ ̶͎͉̍̈́̇̓t̵͍̼̙͊̀̈̎̄h̶̼͠a̵̛̖̿̈́̉̂t̴̫̤͚͋̐ ̵̢̩̝̭͋̎̈́d̸̨͖̄̍̍̑̕ͅi̷̻̲̖̩͖͐̾̇̈́d̵͎̠̓͌̇̂n̸̤̗̱̘͕̂͗̐'̶̢̮̒͋̄͒t̸̜͖̲̳͔̀̌̑͠͠ ̸̧͎͕̥̯̓͐͝j̷͔̹̠̱͉̃ǘ̶̗̲̩̏͗͒̕s̷̬̪͇̤̙̾͝t̴̥̤͎̄̐̀̈̚ ̷̛̰̜͉͇̂͗͒̋ḥ̴̡̲͈̔a̴̲̱͇̟̭͑p̴̡̓͐̏p̵͈͔͌͂͘͜e̷̫͖̤̝̐̓n̵̠̹̲͔͆͒̓̄͂!̴͙̩̰̈̄͘
̷̙͍͐̓̕͘Ỉ̸̝t̶̠̬̳̞̪̆͋ ̸̩͎͙̽̒́́͑a̴͕̣͛͒̋͒̚l̸̡̫̃̎̏̕͜͝m̶̨͍͇͗͂͐o̷͉̘̙͒͘ș̷́̔ţ̸̮̗̰̻̈́͂ ̵̡̩̯̉h̷̬̯͓͙͊͒͘ä̵̼͌͒̃͝p̶͍͈̳̻͔͑̈́̽͊̋p̶̖̻͖̀̽̇̕͠è̷̡̟̘̲̗͗n̸̤͚̫̒̐͜͝e̸̜͑d̶̬̑̆̀̓ ̸̨̱̪̬̈́̆̃̕ȃ̷̢͈̗̤̭g̵̺̞͔͛͒̓a̸̜͑͌̓́i̵̦̞͚͗̽͊̂͘n̴̲̹͒̽̽̿̀!̶͕̓͒̀͝ ̷̪̇H̴̹̲̻́̎̃̃ė̸̙͚̟ ̶̧̠͔͈̓̾a̷̢̦̜̥͚̅̒͂l̷̼̱͚͒̃m̷̡̘̈õ̶͎͜s̸̩͛̍t̵̥͖͇̏̉ ̸̥̙̣̍h̶̖̳͙͉͛̏̍̄̎u̵̧̲͉͍̭͂͒̓̀͂r̷͍̤̽͋̚ţ̷͙̠̺͒͒͝ ̸̢̹͔̫̇̎̽͘ỵ̷̞͓̮̪̎̌̂ṏ̷̧́̾ͅu̷̲̫̝̯̕ ̸̬̜̈͂á̶̘͍͈́̍g̸̡͎̖̥̝̊̏̒̕a̸̜̰̐̆͌ĭ̶̱̟͉͠n̵̥͓̺̝̄́̊̍!̷̩͌
̸̗͠ͅw̷̗̲̭͋̋ȟ̶̥̈͆a̵͖͚̼͌t̸̩̫̰̤͓̀'̵̧̛͊̊ļ̷̻͉̄̌͐l̶̖̼̯̩͑̾ ̶̼͈̗̱͈̈́̄I̸̢̽ ̴͇͙̹̎̿̈́̕d̷̟̲̬̩͗͜ó̵̖̓͗̔̀!̵͍̾̍̊̀ ̸̞̊̃̅̒̕İ̷̺́ ̷͇̖͕̬̅̈́͆̆ͅC̶̠̎̒͛̚Ȁ̸̡͔N̶̮̩̱͊͐̓Ṫ̸̼͌̄!̵̥̥̩̟̎͒ ̷̞͉̬̲̒̒̓I̶̦̜̾̈́͆-̶̩̞̟͛
̸̮̫̾̆
He inhaled…
He exhaled…
He had planned for this…he just had to follow through.
And then Stonegit calmly walked back to the armchair, pulled on his coat and boots, and trudged out the back door.
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