"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
I'm looking for the sky to save me,
looking for a sign of life
She’s been keeping to herself lately, hiding away from Kirin and his siblings. Finding out their true natures had been … more than a little bit of shock for her. Clearly she’d been a fool, to think that she’d finally found some happiness.
She hasn’t been able to avoid them entirely of course - with her belly growing by the day, they keep popping in to check up on her - but she’s managed to eke out a fairly quiet existence in the hills surrounding the cove.
She knows it won’t last for long though. She’s seen the looks the siblings give her. Once she’s no longer useful for producing children, she has no doubt that Kirin will give her to them.
And unfortunately, her time has come.
The labour pains hit in the middle of the night, and instinct quickly takes over. In under an hour, a little damp bundle lies in the grass at her feet. And then the labour pains begin again.
At first she thinks it’s just the afterbirth, but it soon it becomes clear that something else is going on. And within minutes, a second little bundle is lying in the grass.
Twins? TWINS?!
Carys gets to her feet and stares at the two shapes, momentarily stunned. She really hadn’t expected there to be two of them. Kirin will be pleased. Though she’s not sure that’s a good thing.
She steps over to clean them, smiling as more of them becomes visible. A little girl and a little boy, dark, with almost matching purple manes and tails. So similar. “Halocyn.” She nuzzles the girl, then turns to the boy. “Apothyx.” One, tiny little act of defiance - choosing their names themselves.
“Mother?” Kirke suddenly appears, slipping in along Carys’ side. “You have a brother and sister. Their names are Halocyn and Apothyx.” The girl cocks her head to the side, watching with interest. She takes a step forward and whuffles at them. “Hello.” Carys smiles weakly. It’s nice to see them interacting so … normally. That will end soon, no doubt. Kirin and his siblings will likely join them soon.
carys
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Ugh, such crap. But I wanted to make sure there was something up for you prp.
There suddenly was light.
Like Alice falling through the rabbit hole, life entered their bodies and their sleep had ended and they lay blinking at one another then to the rather large face that seemed to hover in the mist of birth.
Apothyx. Halocyn.
The voice is soft, soothing. First one twin is nuzzled then the other. Almost identical except the boy had a purple mane and the girl's was just a shade lighter with lavender. The little girl looks up to her mother, blinking. She coughs and reaches for her mother's touch. The boy starts to work his spindly legs. Halocyn tries to do the same though not as coordinated it seems but when she sees her brother up and stumbling it gives the girl more determination.
Apothyx stirs from his wet spot on the grass ad he feels his tiny tummy churn and he instinctively knows he is hungry. Thin limbs pull the frail frame upward...and over as he falls but he does not stop. Pushing and pulling till he finds his feet and awkwardly moves to nurse, and rudely step on his sister who squeals more so in surprise than pain. Little nose bumps along Carys side, seeking the teat.
Halocyn's tiny maw works in a squeal when he steps on her but fuels her along to follow her brother. Delicate limbs move to pull the little body after him, up and following. She wobbles beneath her mother to find the other teat and beginning to have her first meal.
The twins majorly ignore everything but food at the moment. The world is big and they are small and so after only ten or so minutes they wobble away from beneath their mother, milk drunk, and fall to the grasses by the winged woman's hooves. Apothyx and Halocyn lay on each other in a heap of legs. Their eyes looking sleepily from their mother to their new sister. Dribbles of milk fall from their lips as the foals lift their small heads simultaneously to their mother, scenting and remembering her.
Apothyx
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Halocyn
kirin x carys
this is a poopy post and i'm sorry. may take a minute to develop their personalities lol.
And she'll always get the best of me, the worst is yet to come All the misery was necessary when we're deep in love
He never leaves them alone for long, though his visits have become less since he had made sure of her stay. At least with the Mother, his visited with his girls much more often, he made a point of it even. With that said, it left little room to be bothered with finding time to spend with the woman.
The little family seemed to take turns checking up on his little prize, their future toy. A pair of ruined wings later and Carys was much more cooperative. It was a shame to have disabled them, however they weren't needed, not for the trait to pass on. That was all he really needed, the genes, that lovely little code lurking within. It was more of a sport with her, a roll of a dice to determine the outcome. Always a surprise. It was nothing like the expectation he held with Nicia, the desire to pair their bodies and produce heirs. It wasn't a game there, yet still he needed his toys.
He's been rather impatient this time, doing his best to tick the days off in his head but with so much going on he can't be certain anymore. That's probably why he's arrived after the naming, though he doesn't know it yet. All he knows is that when he lands he finds their eldest with her mother, both looking over a pair of foals. Pair. Twins.
His broad smile is wretched, eyes hungry as he lands gracefully among the gathered. pulling up tall and puffy chested, beaming if he could ever do so over the dark babes. "Well, this is unexpected." He announces, lipping tenderly at Kirke's mane before looming over the newest product of his loins. "Here I just thought you had become considerably fatter than last time because you have no shame." He chides, regarding Carys with as much respect as a dung beetle.
"Let's see now, Kirke, what shall we call them?"He muses, speaking uncommonly fair to the child. It was obvious the position she held above her mother in his eyes.
I'm looking for the sky to save me,
looking for a sign of life
For a brief, tiny moment, there is a small piece of happiness. Carys’ weak smile widens as the twins stumble to their feet, take their first steps and their first drink of milk. They are such sweet, innocent things - so beautiful and perfect.
And then of course, there he is.
Though he doesn’t necessarily spend a lot of time with her, Carys is always aware of Kirin’s presence, or at the very least, the presence of his family. They never, ever, leave her alone.
She’d tried to run, once. Tried to flee and take her unborn child(ren) with her (Kirke was already far too desiring of her father’s favour to be saved).
But they’d caught her.
The memory surfaces for a moment, and her breath catches. Her once beautiful multicoloured wings hang limp and useless at her sides, broken thanks to the little ‘game’ they’d played with her when they’d caught her.
She hasn't tried to run since then.
Her head lowers as he approaches, trying not to see the smug smile that she knows must be there. She does not fail though, to see the way that Kirke leans into his touch, eager for his affection. How can her sweet child not see what’s happening here?
“Daddy, Mother says their names are Apothyx and Halocyn.” The girl smiles eagerly up into her father’s face, unaware of the potential anger her words could bring out in her father. Carys’ head lowers just a tiny bit more, avoiding his gaze. Will he care at all that she named them? Will he be angry that she took that special moment away from him? She almost hopes so, even though she knows his anger will not mean good things for her.
