Of course the child won’t know him, or know of him.
The older the queens get, the less they mention their more sordid affairs before the true heirs dropped from Solace’s belly. No mention is made of the twins from her first foray into sex nor of his mother’s own meddling with the abyss and natural order of things (no one comments on how she made a stallion birth her son because she was far too selfish and self-involved to just die in childbirth like so many unfortunate others do). See? That’s him being struck by petulance again; it happens from time to time.
His gaze locks on the purple-eyes boy that glow in the soft liquid light. Yet another strange addition to their strange brood of children. “Yes you.” he barks back, not unkind but also not kind either. There is an indifference in his tone that almost borders insolence or irritation. It isn’t the boy’s fault though, but Abysm’s own - he longs to be elsewhere but instead, here he is looking at this delicate half-brother.
He looks like he might break at any moment; shatter into some figment of his mother’s dreaming but he smells real enough according to the stallion’s nose. Feels real enough too, once that nose alights upon his nubbin-brow.
“I am,” he huffs as he pulls back from touching the glowing skin and fine fluff of a forelock. But he’s not upset with the child. It’s not his fault that something else has yanked him out of the dreamlands - that he’s been denied the best dream of his pathetic life. The kind of life that Abysm has done absolutely nothing with. Just wastes it with small tastes of someone else’s dreams, letting them have a look at how it could all be but he’s a poor man’s genie unable to grant lasting wishes.
Dreams always have expiry dates to them.
They come and go, like his siblings do - so many, and so few.
“No Aegean, not with you.” and it strikes him how similar their names are. Both beginning with A and there, the similarities ended. His wild eyes momentarily soften as they refocus on the child. “They’ve never told you about me.” He knows what the answer will be - no; all he wants to do is peek inside this boy’s head and see if his dreams are the simple things of milk and a mother’s warmth of if they’re something far more complex. Except he’s never meddled in his siblings’ dreams - only strangers’.
@[aegean]
i would do anything for love,
but i won’t do that