Don't look at me, I'm only breathing. Don't look at me, I'm indiscreet.
I don’t why but it’s like I’m wearing a second skin. Like even if I move my leg, and it moves- I’m not the one truly moving it. I can feel the muscle stiffen and the bones aching from exhaustion; but I’m not sure it is really my exhaustion. I haven’t moved much after all- Mother and my Fathers, oh… they don’t seem to like it when I wander.
But I’m not wandering?
Someone else is!
I can feel them, I’ve always felt them. They’re a voice and a pulse: a ghost in my own flesh. I wonder if their legs are moving… is that why I’m so tired? Why I feel excited and scared… why I feel like something is wrong?
Are they moving.
“No!” I bark, my voice struggling in the haze and cloud- emotions swirling in the way colors do in oil. “Please.” I beg the ghost. “Wait… is it you? Brazen.”
I know them, I know their heartbeat: their pulse, I know their every thought and I know every emotion that brews in their very mind and colors the fibre of their being.
In the same way that I know all this, like I said- they know mine.
The fear, the anguish: all the pain and frailty I have- I’m pent up and frustrated… I want to explore, to see the world. I want to know what the outside looks like; but this ghost?
Someone has taken my ghost… my second skin, they’ve brought somewhere and I am anxious about it. I’m frustrated I can’t do anything and I want to know they’re real; but fuck… I don’t know.
They’re moving their legs: there are others. I can’t feel them; but they can… Brazen can.
Warmth, love- tenderness; but a visceral and jealous need and want to fight: to protect. I wonder what they look like, I wonder if they’re even real.
“Are you real?” I ask, I remember, after all, my first touches of this person. A mutable thing, emotions rapid and vivid. “Of course you are… sorry.” I whisper it, weaker, I’m tired after all.
“You don’t like him- whoever it is… Brazen? Where are we? I see a cave… some rocks, the ocean: I think there’s some frost still on the ground but it’s warmer now. You feel different, you’re not home…” I’m trying to be mindful of my invasiveness, but, I can feel them.
I try, try so hard to think of methods to comfort them; but I’m just imagining the rocky beaches of the Cove: the stretches of mountain in the distance and all the grey of the ocean. I shive, I’m cold; but I’ve left the cave and I try again.
Scared as I am, I feel tranquility and serenity: peace in the sound of the tide and in the feeling of my own body touched by seawater. I want us to relax: Brazen and I… they need a rock, that’s it.
I will be the rock.
@[Brazen] Your headfriend is here. OOC Note, he's actually only a telepathic/empathetic presence in Brazen and is not physically here.