09-03-2016, 10:55 PM
By this point I’m all too used to the pause and head tilt that is the typical reaction to my introduction. Yes, my name is Strange. Yes, it’s rather appropriate--though suddenly less so than it used to be. I’m comparatively quite...normal now. Blue eyes seeing only one world. No voices in my head that don’t belong to me.
Even if it means there’s one missing that always has belonged to me. Or with me, at least.
At any rate, the stranger shrugs and smiles and greets me in return, so I smile back. “It’s nice to meet you too, Magnus. Though I do wish it had been under less...apocalyptic circumstances. Are you...that is, Noctem, my twin, he told me about meeting a man named Magnus once. A very long time ago. Years and years, really. I don’t suppose that was you? If so, we’ve almost met already, in a manner of speaking.”
That would have been early in our days sharing this body, when he was the only one wearing it really. I’d been with our mother for a bit there, hiding from the way the body hurt so badly sometimes to inhabit, the way it felt so heavy and sharp and jagged and…felt, though. Now...now it just is.
“Ah. Yes, that’s...that’s a bit of an understatement. I’m...well, Magnus, I’ve been better. And I suppose I’ve been worse. I…” I sigh, looking away as another wave of loneliness hits. “I miss my brother. My whole family, really. I can’t reach them like I used to, and…” And it hurts. Almost as much as it used to hurt just being in this body. Still, there’s nothing he can do to fix that, so I shrug. “How are you?”
Even if it means there’s one missing that always has belonged to me. Or with me, at least.
At any rate, the stranger shrugs and smiles and greets me in return, so I smile back. “It’s nice to meet you too, Magnus. Though I do wish it had been under less...apocalyptic circumstances. Are you...that is, Noctem, my twin, he told me about meeting a man named Magnus once. A very long time ago. Years and years, really. I don’t suppose that was you? If so, we’ve almost met already, in a manner of speaking.”
That would have been early in our days sharing this body, when he was the only one wearing it really. I’d been with our mother for a bit there, hiding from the way the body hurt so badly sometimes to inhabit, the way it felt so heavy and sharp and jagged and…felt, though. Now...now it just is.
“Ah. Yes, that’s...that’s a bit of an understatement. I’m...well, Magnus, I’ve been better. And I suppose I’ve been worse. I…” I sigh, looking away as another wave of loneliness hits. “I miss my brother. My whole family, really. I can’t reach them like I used to, and…” And it hurts. Almost as much as it used to hurt just being in this body. Still, there’s nothing he can do to fix that, so I shrug. “How are you?”