[private] Rapt

[rapt]

there is a dream in the space between the hammer and the nail ------ the dream of about-to-be-hit, which is a bad dream ------------ but the nail will take the hit if it gets to sleep inside the wood forever The boy jolts, moves, sighs – but says nothing. Rapt wonders if the boy’s been warned of him, if Kagerus perhaps thinks him worthy of being warned-about. But surely such an idea is ridiculous, it’s she who offered the olive branch, inviting him into her kingdom (where he stood stiff, a sullen anger in his throat, poor company to say the least). So – quiet for other reasons, then. Ones he doesn’t know. He watches the flutter of wings along the boy’s back. He’s half-grown, but he’ll be handsome soon enough, dappled and shaped so much like the queens that bore him. “My name is Rapt,” he says. He pauses for a moment – more silence – then continues on. “Do you know who I am?” he asks, and the question would sound presumptive from any other’s lips, and perhaps it sounds so from his, but it’s more a curiosity, more to sate that vague and unfounded suspicion that the silence stems from something he, Rapt, has done, or is. Funny, that he should presume that – he was never much for vanity. rapt caius x else