how glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains
"I guess?" You shrug your reply - you've never really cared much for the level of demigod, especially since it makes people treat you very strangely, but you suppose it is accurate. "Rae's responsible for half our genetic material, so that makes us part-god. So yeah. I guess we are."
But the topic drifts from your twin to hers, and the story she tells (sparse as it is) nearly has you reeling back where you stand. She died. What a thing to hear - what a thing to say - it hurts you down to the quick of your soul, slicing an insecurity you would never dare to look at. To lose a twin, a companion, the part of you that lived outside your body...
The simple thought of losing Oia is so devastating it makes you want to curl up and cry.
"I'm sorry," you tell her softly, squeezing her hand, your eyes wide and earnest and empathetic as you gaze upon her advancing form, following her deeper into the eaves.
The adventure continues without such troubled thoughts, though, quickly bouncing from darkness of lost kin to the brightness of youth and possibility. You answer her questions and ask your own, bounding merrily in the waif's wake until it is time to return to the rest of the world, to leave the wondrous labyrinth to its wild devices.
With a grin and a wave you bid your new friend good bye, promising her (and yourself) that you will meet again soon before slipping into the sunset, a strange beat in your heart.
{fin}
But the topic drifts from your twin to hers, and the story she tells (sparse as it is) nearly has you reeling back where you stand. She died. What a thing to hear - what a thing to say - it hurts you down to the quick of your soul, slicing an insecurity you would never dare to look at. To lose a twin, a companion, the part of you that lived outside your body...
The simple thought of losing Oia is so devastating it makes you want to curl up and cry.
"I'm sorry," you tell her softly, squeezing her hand, your eyes wide and earnest and empathetic as you gaze upon her advancing form, following her deeper into the eaves.
The adventure continues without such troubled thoughts, though, quickly bouncing from darkness of lost kin to the brightness of youth and possibility. You answer her questions and ask your own, bounding merrily in the waif's wake until it is time to return to the rest of the world, to leave the wondrous labyrinth to its wild devices.
With a grin and a wave you bid your new friend good bye, promising her (and yourself) that you will meet again soon before slipping into the sunset, a strange beat in your heart.
{fin}
