05-24-2018, 01:08 PM
He is homeless without her - sister, protector, and friend. He watches those eyes; honey-spun and trembling, but they are a stranger’s eyes. He remembers how they used to reflect his own thoughts. He breathes in but the scent of her skin is different – and the gargoyle-brother falls head-first into the pebbles of jealousy.
Words begin to form like froth in the corners of his mouth, letters that rustle and dance in turmoil and tumultuous patterns. He wonders, and here his face grows stern with diligent lies (has he not done enough to bring her distress, is not his existence enough to make her nauseous?) what story she would prefer to hear from him.
Still, the boy is no more than boy, and the discipline that holds dominance over his eyes fades from ocean to brook and runs, cowardly into a grasp. ”I was always dead….”
Without really knowing why, perhaps to make amends for the scars he has ripped asunder more vigorously than any predator could hope to do, he is by her side and his body speaks apologies. The shadows part now – for no business have they in the sweet reunion between brother and sister. And he; he is the little brother, the shadow that slept in the wake of his sister’s watchful eye, the little boy with nightmares who still wore eyes brimming with aspiration and admiration – he, if anyone, knows that hurt that simpers deep and well-rooted in Kagerus´ ocean-deep eyes.
”I never meant to hurt you…” Strange how few things change, even underneath the tolling, marring forces of hurt.
”I want to get back what we lost.”
Nevermind that he doesn´t quite know what it is, or why. He and she and they are incomplete; it is the one thing he will not forget, more than a lover, a scar, a child.
@[Kagerus]