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and you caused it; aela - Benjamen - 05-18-2021 In the end though, the ocean couldn’t hold him. Water spouted from his lungs. (“See that water, James, those are whales!” It was the first sentence he recounted when he was made anew.) He watched them pull a body from he water. It was his own, water logged and limp. And had he not been a child, maybe he would have thought it to be strange. Had he not been the son a dreamer and his golden wisher. And he runs on limbs reborn not from ash, not from earth, but from waves. It is seen in the way he rocks and glides and rolls. If you look to Nerine’s ocean and to the little boy, you will see it. He stops his dance (“You look like your grandmother when you do that—dancing is in our blood,” his mother used to say) only when a flash of gold kisses the corner of his eyesight. So brief and so small a glance, if anyone older saw it, they might not have truly seen it. But Benjamen, he saw it. “Mom?” It’s a question as much a statement. A question because he is still small, a statement because he grew beneath those waves. But be weary of the woman spun from gold, she is not who you think. “Wait, wait, wait.” It looks so much like her. The waves are forgotten. The death is forgotten. He is no longer running along the cliffs of Nerine, scampering over loose rocks, but he is prancing along the cliffs of Terrastella, wildflowers kissing alabaster ankles. And that is not a stranger he follows, but his mother. And they are not walking into the unknown, but going to their very-secret-Elliana-doesn’t-know-about spot. And he is not Benjamen, reborn from water filled lungs and salt ridden hair, but— “It’s me! James!” never gave a single thought to where it might lead image by Gary Bendig @[Aela] RE: and you caused it; aela - Aela - 05-26-2021 YOU'RE ONLY AS SICK AS YOUR SECRETS @[Benjamen] RE: and you caused it; aela - Benjamen - 05-31-2021 “Do you think it would hurt?” He had asked his sister one day as they sat on a cliff side. “Yes,” she had answered, “It would.” He watched his sister with their matching blue eyes. “The in-between though,” she says, staring back at him with something vacant in her gaze. “Between the ground and the leap, now that would be the worst of it.” The in-between. Like the moment you inhale all that water into your lungs, but still sit there, suspended. But that wasn’t the worst part. There had been some comfort—afterwards—in knowing his big sister was wrong. Ben watches her with a mild curiosity as she turns to him. He realizes quickly it is not Elena, but none the less, she still gave him the attention he sought, as he knew she would. Perhaps it was arrogant of him to think that, but it was his thought all the same. His calm eyes trace the blaze on her face and the glowing markings on her legs. Did she hide sunlight in there? Still young enough to believe that such a thing would be easy to accomplish. His scrawny legs march him in a semi straight line towards her. The large ears that sit atop his cranium twist this way and that, as his pale eyes search her face. He smiles. Its a smile that holds a certain amount of charm, and yet influenced heavily by all the star shine of his father. “Nice to meet you,” he says more quietly, uncertain if he should be proud of showing off those impeccable manners his parents bestowed upon him. Nothing less for a prince. “You look like her.” He says. There is a beat, he should consider what he is about to say next. But Ben has fallen under the curse of being young and stupid. “You look like Nashua too,” and as if he needs to say it— “Future King of Icicle Isle!” never gave a single thought to where it might lead image by Gary Bendig @[Aela] I am legit cackling at this hahahah RE: and you caused it; aela - Aela - 06-13-2021 YOU'RE ONLY AS SICK AS YOUR SECRETS @[Benjamen] |