Time begot his anxieties, which pounded in heart and settled in stomach — tepid, shy, the world but a fever dream of haunts and visions. Everything seemed a shadow, whose shape changed in relativity to his understandings; comfort seldom came to him, for everything was so strange. In Delphine his securities would always lay, and in loneliness he found a kind of melodramatic solace... yet among all this inflicted despair, even tender souls, the first breaths of life, were quite eerie to him. They triggered instincts brought upon only by apparent predation, and made him wild, dumb, and colour-blind, or so it seemed, for he always lingered whilst his companion slew the distance between herself and newborn geneses. In sooth, it shamed him: to be so vested in one creature that even her
own forged connections produced only starts and skitters... and, tide-locked though he were to his earthen kith, he knew himself to be as affixed to dramatics and fears as he was to she. It was a cyclical thing, and the black beast knew of cycles more than most anything else, for what was he but a being born to two pulls, sea and shore?
Still, he was perhaps either brave or naive enough to not let the epinephrine halt his desires; delay, yes, and in some degrees
tremble (and he was certainly intelligent enough to not inform Delphine of that particular symptom); but he was a curious thing, and his wonderment oft calmed the unrest that nature had instilled into him. So bracing himself, he slipped forward, keeping to the shade and the rock. Pisces, at least, was the place of his
own escape, and he found himself there when he desired the comfort of waters and halls, or to practice and turn himself to grace. He wandered there often, and it was in that wandering that he had found Delphine in the first place; she, and some other thing, that lay upon the floor as though it might never move again. The sight gave him pause, and he peeled himself from dark and obscurity to move closer to the pair, concern fueling the gas-light of his eyes.
"Erm... pardon me, are you all right?" he asked to the crumpled creature, keeping his tone a respectful hush, flicking awkward gazes to his slighted companion. Such was the weight of the thing that he allowed himself to close the gap between himself and the newborn, attempting to gently nudge his head into her side — the act filled him with some trepidation, for the boy feared rejection, nigh as much as he began to fear for this child, whose apparent grief filled him with such perplexity that all other uncertainties fled from him, at least for the moment.
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