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 Posted: Wed Apr 12, 2006 4:17 pm
Crying. The sound of crying, quickly stopped. Disoriented, confused, Sethos glances about himself, glad to find himself back in his own room. That was a trip that he hoped to not repeat. And how they dared they, how dared they take him? With no plan even on how to return him.
Be Calm The voice was as much in his head as it was a quiet hiss next to his ear. That was right. He hadn't come back alone. The sand he'd carried with his so long, the sand that had once been part of him.
It unwound itself from about his neck, twisting, drifting, and taking on the suggestion of a female form. This is our home?
He nodded in response, openly staring. He could not help but be curious about this thing that he'd gained. This being...
I remember it. And I don't. She placed her hand on the bedpost, and was again a snake in sandy colours, twined around it. Rest. You are tired.
It wasn't a statement that offered room for argument. And he was still wearing his pjs. With a sigh, he fell onto the silken sheets of his bed, reflecting on what had happened. In the morning, he would deal with the book, and the snake.
For now, rest did sound wise.
He and his father would talk when the sun rose.
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Posted: Tue Jul 18, 2006 5:44 pm
A child, running wild sharp through the hallways, seeming tamed by his time with them but still easy hurt and brittle.
A man, broken somewhere on the inside, oversilent these last few days, all distance and bitter smiles.
And him.
Stranded somewhere between the two, loving both, but mostly unable to help either.
It hurt. It hurt deeper than the old wounds, the remembered betrayals. Hurt worse than the tight suffication of issolation, self imposed and all powerful, it seemed.
Hurt.
So he lay there, still awkward manchild, too long limbs curled tightly inward, and strange snake eyes staring out into nothing.
No tears.
He hadn't shed them since childhood, since the shock of memory had hit him like a tsunami.
Memory. It was all about memory with them, wasn't it?
Ebony Autsu, who'd come to them with a distrust in his eyes that he still wouldn't think of.
Father. Father and the loss that he knew he'd never understand, for all that he'd met her.
That kind of sacrifice. He didn't think he'd do it.
And his own ancient betrayals. He'd been on both sides of those.
Gods, he felt so powerless now.
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