06-01-2015, 04:36 PM
He has always, always been untethered.
The closest thing to a home was his twin, her skin as translucent and thin as his, a mirror image. With her there had been some measure of safety, of home, because they were each other’s constants.
But one day he’d woken up and she’d been gone with no explanation. His first thought was that she’d died, that some predator had carried her off in the night. But there was no sign of struggle, no blood on the ground (and ah, she would have bled so easy).
She’d simply left, undone the knots, loosed the anchor.
He didn’t like the feeling, with no one to protect him and nothing to protect (he would have been a sorry sort of protection but he liked the idea nonetheless, that he could have somehow kept his sister safe).
But now there is this woman, dappled and strong and strange, standing with him up high, higher than he’s ever been, and she’s asking him to stay.
He doesn’t know what the connotations are behind that, if she’s asking because she wants him here or if she’s asking because the kingdoms are always hungry for new blood (though he has little to offer them, for he would never be a warrior and his negotiation skills are lacking, he’s no silver-tongued savant).
“I could stay,” he says, as much to himself as to her, “for a while. See how it is.”
contagion
be careful making wishes in the dark
(sooo since this kind of tidies itself up maybe next post could be a time jump? idk)