[Fic] Spirits - Part II
( Part I)
Part II
a - Eye
Ratonhnhaké:ton has strange dreams sometimes. They are black and amber, grey and blue paler than the sky. He dreams of secret chambers and long-forgotten temples.
There are lines that crawl and jut in the strangest patterns, snakes eating their own tails, fruit that glow as bright and as dangerously as the sun. Words and symbols he cannot hope to decipher.
One night, he dreams in black and red. Symbols smear themselves on the floor, on the walls from his skin. Words are traces, unreadable and terrifying. Somehow, he knows the red i blood n oh God Sixteen? I don't want to be next.
When he wakes, it is the first time that he sees the world through his second sight. The world is in a strange darkness, but he reaches out for the blazing blue Mother next to him.
He sobs strange words into her arms until the world lightens again and his mother is no longer so bright.
b - Spy
Connor knows he is not the most inconspicuous of men. He is tall and very strong with broad shoulders, as is the build of his people. He will be the first to admit that his posture and his gait are sure giveaways when he is trying to become faceless, but he's honest to a fault, it would seem.
Yet despite this, he is not incompetent, which begs to question is strange habits. Whenever he sees a holy man, he will instinctively follow behind him and bow his head, clasping his hands together in prayer. For some reason, he believes that this makes him invisible, when all it does is make the priests irate and bring curious stares to himself.
Then, there are the beggars.
Connor is not an unsympathetic or uncharitable man, nor does he heartlessly brush aside the orphan boys when they crowd around him searching for coin or entertainment. Truth be told, it is only the beggar women that bother him. He can feel his eye twitch, and he will run away from those destitute women as soon as they lay eyes on him.
He can swear he can hear them yell at him in strange tongues as he flees.
(Part III)
Part II
a - Eye
Ratonhnhaké:ton has strange dreams sometimes. They are black and amber, grey and blue paler than the sky. He dreams of secret chambers and long-forgotten temples.
There are lines that crawl and jut in the strangest patterns, snakes eating their own tails, fruit that glow as bright and as dangerously as the sun. Words and symbols he cannot hope to decipher.
One night, he dreams in black and red. Symbols smear themselves on the floor, on the walls from his skin. Words are traces, unreadable and terrifying. Somehow, he knows the red i blood n oh God Sixteen? I don't want to be next.
When he wakes, it is the first time that he sees the world through his second sight. The world is in a strange darkness, but he reaches out for the blazing blue Mother next to him.
He sobs strange words into her arms until the world lightens again and his mother is no longer so bright.
b - Spy
Connor knows he is not the most inconspicuous of men. He is tall and very strong with broad shoulders, as is the build of his people. He will be the first to admit that his posture and his gait are sure giveaways when he is trying to become faceless, but he's honest to a fault, it would seem.
Yet despite this, he is not incompetent, which begs to question is strange habits. Whenever he sees a holy man, he will instinctively follow behind him and bow his head, clasping his hands together in prayer. For some reason, he believes that this makes him invisible, when all it does is make the priests irate and bring curious stares to himself.
Then, there are the beggars.
Connor is not an unsympathetic or uncharitable man, nor does he heartlessly brush aside the orphan boys when they crowd around him searching for coin or entertainment. Truth be told, it is only the beggar women that bother him. He can feel his eye twitch, and he will run away from those destitute women as soon as they lay eyes on him.
He can swear he can hear them yell at him in strange tongues as he flees.
(Part III)