Takei
They dance together. Ink and paper, blood and ivory. They twist and wind and curve around one another to an unsung melody. The ocean laps on the shore beside them, occasionally sweeping wide to tickle their heels. The stars are an endless swirl of dark navy and twinkling silver. Takei feels his nerves flare with heat as his side brushes against Orion’s. His body grows cold when they separate.
They are separated now - whether by the forces of dimensions or the forces of fantasy. Takei is cold now, shivering beneath the warmth of the sun and the longing for his partner. He sobs to himself, grieving over everything he knows he has lost. A scent draws his attention, musky and warm and coppery.
A bear.
He’s seen one before, lumbering in the darker corners of Beqanna. The scent was distinct then, and he has clearly not forgotten it. Takei’s muscles tighten and he swivels his ears around rapidly, trying desperately to locate the predator. In the back of his mind there is a voice (“Do you hear others running? No one is afraid!”) but it is quiet compared to the roar of instinct. He prances in place for a moment, limbs tense and ready to bolt.
Panic grips him for a quick moment as he realizes he can’t run. If he can’t see, he won’t be able to run. He might head straight into a tree and end himself there, or careen off an unforeseen cliff, or plow over gentle children. The scent of a woman floods his sensitive nostrils then and his anxieties are calmed.
Takei shifts his body in the direction of the voice, his red and white face a swirling pattern of varying emotions. Her question nearly undoes him, but the stilling of his panic is enough to shock him away from sobbing into a stranger’s shoulder.
“No.” His voice breaks, low and forlorn. “I’ve been able to see my whole life, but I just woke up and now I’m blind.” Takei leaves out the most important pieces (washing away from Beqanna by the storm, falling in love on a foreign island, getting attacked by those he considered family, watching that island melt away into nothingness), though perhaps they might come out someday.
Just not today.
They are separated now - whether by the forces of dimensions or the forces of fantasy. Takei is cold now, shivering beneath the warmth of the sun and the longing for his partner. He sobs to himself, grieving over everything he knows he has lost. A scent draws his attention, musky and warm and coppery.
A bear.
He’s seen one before, lumbering in the darker corners of Beqanna. The scent was distinct then, and he has clearly not forgotten it. Takei’s muscles tighten and he swivels his ears around rapidly, trying desperately to locate the predator. In the back of his mind there is a voice (“Do you hear others running? No one is afraid!”) but it is quiet compared to the roar of instinct. He prances in place for a moment, limbs tense and ready to bolt.
Panic grips him for a quick moment as he realizes he can’t run. If he can’t see, he won’t be able to run. He might head straight into a tree and end himself there, or careen off an unforeseen cliff, or plow over gentle children. The scent of a woman floods his sensitive nostrils then and his anxieties are calmed.
Takei shifts his body in the direction of the voice, his red and white face a swirling pattern of varying emotions. Her question nearly undoes him, but the stilling of his panic is enough to shock him away from sobbing into a stranger’s shoulder.
“No.” His voice breaks, low and forlorn. “I’ve been able to see my whole life, but I just woke up and now I’m blind.” Takei leaves out the most important pieces (washing away from Beqanna by the storm, falling in love on a foreign island, getting attacked by those he considered family, watching that island melt away into nothingness), though perhaps they might come out someday.
Just not today.
watch the mind run far away, way ahead of us
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