little prince; aegean

[abysm]

It is like he can feel the boy’s wonder reach out and brush at the edges of him. He is something gravid and dark beneath those dark purple (plums, amethysts) eyes that wash over him again and again, like dusk-colored tides. This one could strike deep into the abyssal heart and maybe hit a vein of pure quartz, fine and shimmering - the core of his dreams, but then Abysm, ever cautious, shuts him out and stops his own dreams right there.

“I am glad, too.” is all he can manage to muster from the moment and that uncanny half-brother’s stare. The boy is really too pure for him to shatter. He just couldn’t do it, but that’s also why he had to stop his own hopes from growing too big. So one sibling accepts him unconditionally and shows him the very thing he’s ever craved from his mother that they share - love.

Abysm flings it back into the abyss he thinks love probably came from. Like it’s a curse or a disease lacking a cure. He’d had a small taste in Sibyl; he can’t be having more from this halfblood-brother. Love, he thinks, might just be the abyssal undoing of all that Abysm is. He realizes this more so as the boy comes closer, struggles for his jaw and finds it, but worse the whisper that flits across his skin.

The champagne and foam of him shudders in response. Good or bad, it’s origins remain unknown and indecipherable to Abysm. Does he want to love this boy back? Part of him very much wants to do just that - love him, smother him in it, break him through love in dreams until the boy screams for the love to stop. But could Abysm really do it - destroy through the very thing that sets this sibling apart from all the rest of that vast brood?

Deep down, he knows he cannot and so, he just sighs. Regret becomes a drink he can fairly taste on his tongue. This is not who he is - cruel, mean, devastating, even though he has deluded himself into believing this for so long. He’s boyish and lost for all that he a stallion grown standing next to a colt that stares up at him, so loving and trusting.

“I am dreams, brother.” he bounces back, rich and honeyed and promising. Their mother was not the only one who could take someone into that plane and he shows it either a wink of his eye and a secretive dip of his head. “Would you like a dream?” he offers, both sly and sweet all at the same time. 

@[aegean] you get a dream and you get a dream, everyone gets a dream! <3