06-10-2017, 09:57 AM
kharon
All it took was that smile, really. It was all it ever took for anyone. So he followed her to Father in casual strides, his longer legs not quite keeping up, but close enough as she skittered back to Dad. Kharon was pretty quiet, as he had been since the Talk. Subdued, maybe. It wasn't the first time he'd been away from his twin, but he knew... Somehow it was different. Somehow it was more real now, the distance, ever since Dad explained that it wasn't okay to be quite as attached as he was. A day away, then. He could do that, right? It was only a few hours, maybe. And he had Kali with him.
"Right then, off we go, you two," Father said, and their sweet girl bounced happily between the two of them.
He was still quiet as she danced and played on the water, her gorgeous little body lighting up the entire world with her joy. Even after his near drowning, he longed to join her, chase after her and play with her. But he didn't. Only stayed deliberately at Father's side. He was careful not to watch her. Was careful not to look at her. He didn't even sink into her mind as he loved to, let his presence wrap around and hold her so close, and the emptiness hurt. So empty, so alone. But there was always a smile for her, a ready touch or hug.
Still quiet. But his eyes were everywhere, to the sides, in the distance, back behind the way they came. Everywhere. It was as though his gaze couldn't help but search for her, the missing piece. His body couldn't help but feel so naked and bare without her pressed to his side. Like being chained in infinite darkness, when he was born to be under the sun. That vital thing stolen away, and he couldn't see anymore. That darkness was loud against his skin, the emptiness. Could he ever get used to this? Dad said it would be hard. He was right.
Everything hurt and he wanted to bury himself in Kali's mind for comfort, wanted to feel and escape this loneliness. But he didn't want her to see him this way, to know he was weak and confused. He was her big brother. He was supposed to always be strong and sure.
Kali called out to the people of this place that had once been their home for a time, and his eyes had something else to do besides avoid her or look for something that wasn't there.
Metallic. Like Father. Kharon was instantly envious that anyone would look as shining and shimmering as his dad, yet his own son was as dull as the mother he came from save for the iron medallion hung about his neck. A gift, and the only metallic sheen he would ever have. But he wasn't dull, really. No child of his father's was anything short of extravagant and beautiful. Elegant, attractive. Just look at Kerberos; it was in their blood.
"Wow!"
His envy slid away and he beamed at the strangely scaled boy, delighted that he found them to be as attractive as Kharon had always believed they were. Well, of course, he knew his family was gorgeous. Just look at his dad. But it was incredibly pleasing to have that validated by a stranger, and that Kharon was included in it.
Amet, he introduced himself, welcoming them to this place they once lived. Hyaline, it was called now, but still as beautiful as ever.
Kharon's eyes lost focus for a moment, lost somewhere deep in his thoughts. No, not his thoughts, though it probably looked that way. But Amet's. And then his own as he puzzled it out. But he didn't really understand it. He shrugged inwardly, the whole thing hardly a blink of time, and passed it on to Father's mind instead. He'd probably know what it meant more than Kharon would.
They.. train kids or something.
He waited for his dad to introduce them, throwing his name at the end with a polite incline of his head, "Kharon," then allowing Father to continue as he stood by his side.
"Right then, off we go, you two," Father said, and their sweet girl bounced happily between the two of them.
He was still quiet as she danced and played on the water, her gorgeous little body lighting up the entire world with her joy. Even after his near drowning, he longed to join her, chase after her and play with her. But he didn't. Only stayed deliberately at Father's side. He was careful not to watch her. Was careful not to look at her. He didn't even sink into her mind as he loved to, let his presence wrap around and hold her so close, and the emptiness hurt. So empty, so alone. But there was always a smile for her, a ready touch or hug.
Still quiet. But his eyes were everywhere, to the sides, in the distance, back behind the way they came. Everywhere. It was as though his gaze couldn't help but search for her, the missing piece. His body couldn't help but feel so naked and bare without her pressed to his side. Like being chained in infinite darkness, when he was born to be under the sun. That vital thing stolen away, and he couldn't see anymore. That darkness was loud against his skin, the emptiness. Could he ever get used to this? Dad said it would be hard. He was right.
Everything hurt and he wanted to bury himself in Kali's mind for comfort, wanted to feel and escape this loneliness. But he didn't want her to see him this way, to know he was weak and confused. He was her big brother. He was supposed to always be strong and sure.
Kali called out to the people of this place that had once been their home for a time, and his eyes had something else to do besides avoid her or look for something that wasn't there.
Metallic. Like Father. Kharon was instantly envious that anyone would look as shining and shimmering as his dad, yet his own son was as dull as the mother he came from save for the iron medallion hung about his neck. A gift, and the only metallic sheen he would ever have. But he wasn't dull, really. No child of his father's was anything short of extravagant and beautiful. Elegant, attractive. Just look at Kerberos; it was in their blood.
"Wow!"
His envy slid away and he beamed at the strangely scaled boy, delighted that he found them to be as attractive as Kharon had always believed they were. Well, of course, he knew his family was gorgeous. Just look at his dad. But it was incredibly pleasing to have that validated by a stranger, and that Kharon was included in it.
Amet, he introduced himself, welcoming them to this place they once lived. Hyaline, it was called now, but still as beautiful as ever.
Kharon's eyes lost focus for a moment, lost somewhere deep in his thoughts. No, not his thoughts, though it probably looked that way. But Amet's. And then his own as he puzzled it out. But he didn't really understand it. He shrugged inwardly, the whole thing hardly a blink of time, and passed it on to Father's mind instead. He'd probably know what it meant more than Kharon would.
They.. train kids or something.
He waited for his dad to introduce them, throwing his name at the end with a polite incline of his head, "Kharon," then allowing Father to continue as he stood by his side.