Ether.
Not Cimmerian.
He frowned softly, little brows tugged inward. Was that how it was supposed to be? Maybe. He didn't really know these things. So maybe. The expression didn't last long. He was too mellowed from the perfect darkness, the comfortable night. Another slow smile spread across his mouth instead.
"Ether," he repeated in a murmur, reaching his nose out to try and catch any scent. There were none. Shadows did not have smells. He pushed forward instead, taking a careful step closer and then another, until he could touch his shadow and feel better connected. He needed to feel better connected.
"I am Cimmerian." He breathed slow, unaware that the shadows inside him were leaking onto his skin through his pores, seeking out his brother made of a deeper shadow he would never reach, could never command.
"I thought you would have my name, but you don't." He was still so soft and quiet. Just a soft puzzlement, but completely accepted as truth. His soul had a different name, a different voice, that was all. Probably was such a normal thing.
"What should I do now?" he whispered.
[ Cimmerian ]
try to make a fire burn again