(Rose)
Being reborn, again, still takes a toll on the mind.
Even though I slept for weeks, maybe months, my brain and all I know restarts in confusion.
Senses readjust. mories. Speech. Articulated thoughts. It’s like that odd second of uncertainty after waking up, but multiplied in duration and intensity a thousand fold.
It all cos back though.
Feeling the light in my eyes, the air in my mouth and then in my throat and chest.
R - I didn’t realise how much I missed breathing air... Oh it feels so nice.
I sll roses even. I see a wild field of ominous looking brambles around, all dried up by now. There are also wilting roses still in bloom along them. Dry petals fly away with the light wind.
Out of the central bulb and heart of these roots spreading in spiral around us, I stood up.
Alive.
Breathing. Thinking.
R - I’m alive again...
N - We made it.
Whilst Blu smiles inside of , I turn around to et that other voice.
My twin body makes jump as I discover her.
A black skinned woman stands there. From head to toes.
N - What?
R - I’m just surprised.
I may have gotten used to Myls over the years, but black people still trouble against my will.
She’s looking at as well. Now that I see her facial features, I guess she does look like anyway. With a aner look on her face maybe, or is that just an impression I get?
She grabs my wrists to look at them.
We stand in the middle of a sunlit field. It still feels a little unreal. But being able to breathe fresh air feels so good, I could stay there without a care until nightfall.
I realise that Nightmare is looking at my hands with curiosity since they are as black as hers. The darker shade from my hands progresses along my wrists and forearms.
I have a second of doubt, but I see my chest and shoulders are still pale as I’d expect.
Along my arms, my skin changes colour gradually and completely.
R - That’s new...
I hear both of them giggling.
N - You don’t like it?
I hold my arms and hands up, looking at them. It looks really unusual to . It’s not make-up or paint. It’s the skin itself that’s darker.
Actually I do like it. My left arm with that colour reminds of the one Nightmare had made for , and my right arm the one which the third Licht got from a transplant.
I have faint mories of that event I didn’t live myself, but inherited at so point.
I have a few mories like those.
I end up smiling, looking at my arms, and at Nightmare born human.
R - I like it. It’s a nice surprise.
She has a malicious grin.
Looking back at my chest, I notice the absence of sprouts. I knock onto the bone in between the ribs.
R - Blu? Are you in there? You’re awfully quiet on this bright day.
B - I’m sleepy. It’s been an exhausting night. I’ll wake up soon enough to take over your body just for myself, do not worry.
Now I grin. My bad flower sounds alright.
Now I’m left with a friend who’s still figuring out the persona she wants to beco.
R - Please don’t put too many bad dreams into my brain at night.
N - I want to know how it feels when it’s uncontrolled.
R - Funny. That’s always been your thing to play with other’s dreams, yet you never experienced it.
N - I’m growing.
When a being-like-her says sothing like that, it really ans sothing important.
Her intelligence has increased manifold, since the first tis we t.
The once oblivious god, living on obsessive instincts and alone, now thinks and learns like a human being.
R - It’s like watching a child grow...
Like Blu back in the days. God-like powers, without education nor awareness. Godly new-born babies...
With so pushes, with interactions along their environnt, they learn, they grow. They can learn they’re not gods, only powerful and gifted.
And at a breaking point, they might leave the place they were born. To grow more. Faster. More complex and knowledgeable.
I’m smiling a lot thinking about it. They’re not my children, but I saw them grow. It’s a real joy to see how much they’ve grown over ti.
R - I’m so proud of you Nightmare.
N - I’m quite happy I’ve t you as well.
She’s becoming a sweetheart even.
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Nightmare and I, still naked unfortunately, began to step out of the nest.
Blu grew over maybe a kilotre wide the roots and leaves of our chrysalis. Now it’s all dry stems and leaves.
No human ever noticed anything...
My black arms contrast a lot with my otherwise pale skin, but I really like it now. And I’ll be getting used to my friend looking kushi soon enough.
Myls was the first one I really t. Black people make uneasy...
Blu hears my thoughts and replies as a silent whisper inside my head.
B - We all grew with arbitrary instincts. Ask her again how she used to feel about humans if you forgot. You’re always trying to be good, even if your instincts aren’t. Don’t worry. You are good, Rose.
R - Thank you Blu...
Nightmare glances at as I said that aloud. She didn’t hear what Blu said.
She understands imdiately the situation though.
She grabs with a sadistic grin. She then hugs from the side.
Then we start walking with arms around the other one like good chums, because she fancied that I guess? Being that close and with warm contact?
I’m going with the flow, a little puzzled. I can feel Blu smiling too in her slumber inside of . While my little Nightmare next to seems very happy.
N - We share the sa blood now, you and I.
I feel a drop of cold sweat abandoning . A shiver stops .
Nightmare is beaming, knowing she is right, because we literally do.
N - And I know you have very strong feelings about this kind of things. So I’m quite happy it is with you now. From now on, you and I are s...
The forbidden word.
Bleue’s forbidden ‘s’ word...
Oh my goodness...
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