OOPS, ANOTHER ONE
So, uh, I definitely forgot to post this one when I was done with it. It's from November. It would be why there was such a huge gap between drabble posts up until now. UH, THERE WE GO?
4 - First Unforgettable
He will never forget his first anything; they are tied to his memories indefinitely, tied to Noah.
His first scar, bisecting his chin, from hitting the cobbling of the courtyard. How Noah had laughed until he saw the blood, and how he’d taken his stripes as punishment with only a shrug afterward.
His first drink, stolen at a May Day that he couldn’t rightly remember except for how much they’d laughed afterward, leaning against each other and waiting for the sun to rise.
His first kiss-first girl-first birth and death.
His first betrayal. That he will never forget.
41 - Shapes Brand
Noah’s fingers trip over the edges of his necklace and he stares at himself in the mirror. He has not changed, he thinks, except that perhaps his eyes are a bit harder. But he doesn’t have anyone left to come to him and laugh and say how much older he looks.
He tucks the necklace under his undershirt. It is a cold brand against his chest as he garbs up in the clothing he wears beneath the armor they’ve given him with this sly promotion. It warms quickly, but he can continually feel the brand of his faith against him.
74 - Dark Running
They’ll leave by cover of night, they are told, the night before the day when everything goes to hell. Father tells them this while Mother holds their brother and Ilare is already asleep at her feet. He speaks so easily of escape and running, of Bur-Omisace and being a refugee.
Noah thinks he will miss long winters and cool springs. Basch thinks he will miss watching the blossoms burst open and the first apple start to form.
And in the dark, when Father has sent them to bed but they cannot sleep, they think they will miss their home.
38 - Touch Visceral
When they were children, of course everything was different than how it became.
Basch was always the visceral of the two, always the textile while Noah tried to keep himself away from everything. But after everything, after prison and war and Arcadia, it is Gabranth standing there, touching Basch’s hair while Basch shivers and quakes and cannot do anything but hold himself.
But then, Gabranth is not Noah. There is no change here, no shift from the past. He muses that aloud, until Basch looks up at him and they both wonder: How did any of this happen to them?
69 - Thunder Taking After
Basch and Ilare take after Mother, Noah thinks, in their unnerving trust in the storms that come in the spring to flood the already swelling rivers that drive from the mountains. So it fell to Noah, with his own fright of the storms, to care for Klein.
He can think of no words to calm the babe when he can barely calm himself. And after the third storm, he can do nothing more than hand their brother over to Basch and hide under the bed as he often did as a child.
He wishes he took after Mother as well.
4 - First Unforgettable
He will never forget his first anything; they are tied to his memories indefinitely, tied to Noah.
His first scar, bisecting his chin, from hitting the cobbling of the courtyard. How Noah had laughed until he saw the blood, and how he’d taken his stripes as punishment with only a shrug afterward.
His first drink, stolen at a May Day that he couldn’t rightly remember except for how much they’d laughed afterward, leaning against each other and waiting for the sun to rise.
His first kiss-first girl-first birth and death.
His first betrayal. That he will never forget.
41 - Shapes Brand
Noah’s fingers trip over the edges of his necklace and he stares at himself in the mirror. He has not changed, he thinks, except that perhaps his eyes are a bit harder. But he doesn’t have anyone left to come to him and laugh and say how much older he looks.
He tucks the necklace under his undershirt. It is a cold brand against his chest as he garbs up in the clothing he wears beneath the armor they’ve given him with this sly promotion. It warms quickly, but he can continually feel the brand of his faith against him.
74 - Dark Running
They’ll leave by cover of night, they are told, the night before the day when everything goes to hell. Father tells them this while Mother holds their brother and Ilare is already asleep at her feet. He speaks so easily of escape and running, of Bur-Omisace and being a refugee.
Noah thinks he will miss long winters and cool springs. Basch thinks he will miss watching the blossoms burst open and the first apple start to form.
And in the dark, when Father has sent them to bed but they cannot sleep, they think they will miss their home.
38 - Touch Visceral
When they were children, of course everything was different than how it became.
Basch was always the visceral of the two, always the textile while Noah tried to keep himself away from everything. But after everything, after prison and war and Arcadia, it is Gabranth standing there, touching Basch’s hair while Basch shivers and quakes and cannot do anything but hold himself.
But then, Gabranth is not Noah. There is no change here, no shift from the past. He muses that aloud, until Basch looks up at him and they both wonder: How did any of this happen to them?
69 - Thunder Taking After
Basch and Ilare take after Mother, Noah thinks, in their unnerving trust in the storms that come in the spring to flood the already swelling rivers that drive from the mountains. So it fell to Noah, with his own fright of the storms, to care for Klein.
He can think of no words to calm the babe when he can barely calm himself. And after the third storm, he can do nothing more than hand their brother over to Basch and hide under the bed as he often did as a child.
He wishes he took after Mother as well.