[private] show them the joy and the pain and the ending; Dovev

[Nyctelios]

Nyctelios

Don't look at me, I'm only breathing. Don't look at me, I'm indiscreet.

Brazen, my name is Brazen…

No- their name is Brazen.

I’m not Brazen, I’m Nyctelios: that’s what Mordgeld says, mother… my fathers too. 

Inside the womb it was warm, wet and it felt like I was floating; but it my consciousness I could feel: no, it was theirs. I could feel every developing emotion and thought: the first spark of our brains.

Our synapses go off at the same time: we breathe at the same time, and in the end we open our eyes to world at the same time.

It is much brighter than I could know.

The confusion and cold: the sudden adrenaline rush.

“Hello?” I think,- I ask. “What is this? Brazen? Hello?”

It’s an easy thing- like speaking into a phone. I can feel their feber of being and their every splinter of soul- I can feel the way they are flitting between life and emotions, and I’m certain that they experience the terror that I do.

Because with us: there is a sudden sensation of wild anger and fear, the echoing thoughts of shouting as my Father’s are yelling and prowling- as they grow bitter at Kagerus.

“Please stop fighting.” I think, not realizing my ghost is there, my second skin…

I think about their words, about Mordgeld pulling me close: I think about the smell of stagnant seawater and ice… of death because, she: my mother, is a creature older than death itself.

My Fathers are different, younger and impetuous; but so deeply protective they bicker and argue with Kagerus and I think every bit of it.

I wonder is this skin can come off.

“Who is that?” I ask, the image of bones on body and of star-markings… of a blue woman and a boy. “Are they you?” I question- habit because they are there.

“Please…”

@[Brazen] Your headfriend is here. OOC Note, he's actually only a telepathic/empathetic presence in Brazen and is not physically here.