jamie
10-24-2025, 11:47 AM
jamie
There are times he misses it.
The way the joints had ached.
The way he’d wondered whether he was a real thing at all.
How he’d hid from the sun, tucked into the shadows of some small-mouthed cave. How he’d pulled the fog around him to protect himself from the light. How he had laid there in the dark and keened.
It had been the pain that had raised him, after all. He had been a child just as Livinia and Beyza had been children, but he had also been something altogether different. Something strange, even then. Gaunt and sinister and unnatural, the breathing labored and the voice thin. Such a troublesome creature, Jamie.
He returns to Pangea now. He had been powerless in the beginning, meek and meager. Pathetic even. Pitiful in the way the pain crippled him. And now? Now the power is almost boundless. Now he can drape the fog across his shoulders like a cloak.
And with each step he takes he grows smaller, shrinking, stepping steadily back in time until he is that child again. Until his movements are stilted and he has to grit his teeth with the vicious aching in his joints. But gone are Beyza and Livinia. Gone are all the others. It is quiet here and he thinks perhaps he is the only creature that stirs as he limps toward the cave where he spent his youth tucked into the darkness.
The air is damp inside but it smells so terribly familiar. The shadows close in around him, welcoming him home as he lies down there. He is a child again, he is weak. Every terrible thing he has done has not been done yet. If he listens hard enough he can hear children laughing outside.
The way the joints had ached.
The way he’d wondered whether he was a real thing at all.
How he’d hid from the sun, tucked into the shadows of some small-mouthed cave. How he’d pulled the fog around him to protect himself from the light. How he had laid there in the dark and keened.
It had been the pain that had raised him, after all. He had been a child just as Livinia and Beyza had been children, but he had also been something altogether different. Something strange, even then. Gaunt and sinister and unnatural, the breathing labored and the voice thin. Such a troublesome creature, Jamie.
He returns to Pangea now. He had been powerless in the beginning, meek and meager. Pathetic even. Pitiful in the way the pain crippled him. And now? Now the power is almost boundless. Now he can drape the fog across his shoulders like a cloak.
And with each step he takes he grows smaller, shrinking, stepping steadily back in time until he is that child again. Until his movements are stilted and he has to grit his teeth with the vicious aching in his joints. But gone are Beyza and Livinia. Gone are all the others. It is quiet here and he thinks perhaps he is the only creature that stirs as he limps toward the cave where he spent his youth tucked into the darkness.
The air is damp inside but it smells so terribly familiar. The shadows close in around him, welcoming him home as he lies down there. He is a child again, he is weak. Every terrible thing he has done has not been done yet. If he listens hard enough he can hear children laughing outside.
so darkness i became
