jamie
02-02-2024, 11:19 PM
jamie
I CAN’T EXACTLY DESCRIBE HOW I FEEL
BUT IT’S NOT QUITE RIGHT
BUT IT’S NOT QUITE RIGHT
He is no stranger to peculiar things, Jamie.
But, though there is nothing particularly alarming about the siren that lurches onto the Chamber’s shore, the shadow-thing was not built for indifference either. He watches, strange head tilted as the sea-creature shifts her weight, unsteady on her feet. (How seldom he even blinks, Jamie, as he appraises her.)
He is no stranger to sea things.
Together he and Evia had fashioned those three water nymphs. How promptly he had spirited them away, tethering them to three separate pools of water. (And why had he done that? He’s not certain he understands it himself, even now. He has had years to ponder it, to interrogate how cruel it had been to banish them to those ponds. Crueler still, he thinks, that he has never once gone to see them.)
He thinks, perhaps, though, that she is a stranger to land.
Or, at least, far more fond of the water.
He steps into the shadows and they deliver him to her so that he materializes in a blink, standing there in front of her on that secluded stretch of beach. He grins, a flash of ink-black, razor-sharp teeth, his breath rattling as he appraises her.
“Hello,” he rasps, grinning still. A creature pretending, maybe. A creature that never did quite learn how to get it just right. “Welcome to the Chamber.” In the grand scheme of things, he is new to the Chamber himself, eager to take his place at its helm simply because his mother had loved it so fiercely. He has no way of knowing if this sea-creature has been here before, if she has called it home. He could look, certainly, but to dip freely into her memories would be impolite.
“Have you been here before?”
Understand that he goes through the motions, but there is a bone-rattle in his breathing, there is something sinister in those big yellow eyes, there is something wrong.
But, though there is nothing particularly alarming about the siren that lurches onto the Chamber’s shore, the shadow-thing was not built for indifference either. He watches, strange head tilted as the sea-creature shifts her weight, unsteady on her feet. (How seldom he even blinks, Jamie, as he appraises her.)
He is no stranger to sea things.
Together he and Evia had fashioned those three water nymphs. How promptly he had spirited them away, tethering them to three separate pools of water. (And why had he done that? He’s not certain he understands it himself, even now. He has had years to ponder it, to interrogate how cruel it had been to banish them to those ponds. Crueler still, he thinks, that he has never once gone to see them.)
He thinks, perhaps, though, that she is a stranger to land.
Or, at least, far more fond of the water.
He steps into the shadows and they deliver him to her so that he materializes in a blink, standing there in front of her on that secluded stretch of beach. He grins, a flash of ink-black, razor-sharp teeth, his breath rattling as he appraises her.
“Hello,” he rasps, grinning still. A creature pretending, maybe. A creature that never did quite learn how to get it just right. “Welcome to the Chamber.” In the grand scheme of things, he is new to the Chamber himself, eager to take his place at its helm simply because his mother had loved it so fiercely. He has no way of knowing if this sea-creature has been here before, if she has called it home. He could look, certainly, but to dip freely into her memories would be impolite.
“Have you been here before?”
Understand that he goes through the motions, but there is a bone-rattle in his breathing, there is something sinister in those big yellow eyes, there is something wrong.
AND IT LEAVES ME COLD
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