[ The sky was full of the sign of dark beauty, but he cannot feel his mother here. Nut is absent, in all but his memory of her; even in the darkness of his beginnings, he had known her coolness, her silence -- even removed from the Ennead as he was, he'd still known they shared their substance. In this place, she is nonexistent. He is unmoored from his origins, unable to feel her or any of his siblings. It is an agony, and some horrid part of him whispers gratitude for the unfettering of his heart --
He holds the scraps of the bright structure he had fallen from, pooling crystalline shards in his hand with a tight gaze, scrutinizing them as if their gleam might give away whether what he'd seen was truth or premonition. Isis was the one possessed of visions, not him; he was not touched by magic the way she was, and even if he once was, he had no connection to his divine powers anymore. Even worse, he feels further diminished than he was after his trial concluded. Disgustingly weakened, exhausted in ways that are confusing and foreign -- and naked.
Like Sebastian, he doesn't give a hoot that he's nude, sprawled out on the ground working his thumb over the crystal sliver that sits between the bones of his right wrist. A bright thing to match the dark, miasmatic markings upon his left. ]
You're annoying, [ is his immediate reaction, posture bristling under the too-smooth lilt of Sebastian's voice. He looks up, red eyes narrowed through a curtain of sleek, red hair. ] And assume incorrectly. As if I'd be laid low by this.
[ he feels MISERABLE, but he's not telling YOU that!!! ]
REBIRTH - A.
He holds the scraps of the bright structure he had fallen from, pooling crystalline shards in his hand with a tight gaze, scrutinizing them as if their gleam might give away whether what he'd seen was truth or premonition. Isis was the one possessed of visions, not him; he was not touched by magic the way she was, and even if he once was, he had no connection to his divine powers anymore. Even worse, he feels further diminished than he was after his trial concluded. Disgustingly weakened, exhausted in ways that are confusing and foreign -- and naked.
Like Sebastian, he doesn't give a hoot that he's nude, sprawled out on the ground working his thumb over the crystal sliver that sits between the bones of his right wrist. A bright thing to match the dark, miasmatic markings upon his left. ]
You're annoying, [ is his immediate reaction, posture bristling under the too-smooth lilt of Sebastian's voice. He looks up, red eyes narrowed through a curtain of sleek, red hair. ] And assume incorrectly. As if I'd be laid low by this.
[ he feels MISERABLE, but he's not telling YOU that!!! ]