RockStar

Chapter Twenty-One: Eclipse

For the second time in his existence, Zaman inhabited a mortal vessel. The first time he'd overwhelmed the being in that pocket between all space and time. He'd only been able to be contained for seven days. For those days, he was as close as he'd ever been to Shamira. Then she disappeared. The mortal perished, and he was again alone. Zaman's second chance would not be wasted.

Quickly he pilfered through his chosen vessel's head and saw his Shamira live through the boy's eyes. Similarly, to himself, he'd met Shamira at a young age. Though young by the standard of a god, meant something different. They'd been fully formed beings. Born out of the ether. That wasn't the case for humans. They began small and grew. There were plenty of stages they seemed to go through. Still from child to young adult, his moon shone from out of this Onyxandra shell. Her wonder, her compassion, her radiance. Everything that made him love her was there.

Zaman noticed that his host saw it too. Saw and slowly began to fall in love with her. His jealousy was reigned in as his fury would only hasten the expiration of his host. Still, it burned within. How could this...child hope to ever compare his ageless love to his born barely out of two decades?

While watching he saw that the boy, this Zimri, kept his feelings to himself and basked in what little attention she gave him.

How pathetic, the god thought with a mental snort. Living off the scraps, not knowing what more there could be. The passions that were invoked between him and Shamira were capable of drowning out the stars with their brilliance. He couldn't wait to feel her against him. Entwined with him, mind, body, and soul.

Lost in his own thoughts of ardor, he nearly mistook the boy's memory of her for his own.

No, Zimri thought. His mental voice was loud in his head. It echoed and boomed like thunder around Zaman, but the cry went ignored. That left the two men to watch the previous memory. For the both of them, it appeared to play out slower than when it actually happened. Him placing his hand so tenderly against her cheek. The surprise at his touch. The rush of pink that looked like a sunset from under her soft golden bronze skin. Then the kiss itself. Her lips were slightly tacky from her Chapstick to prevent them from drying out while they performed. Still, they were warm, soft, and yielding to him.

The two men in love with two women within the same being were lost in this moment. For Zimri, he felt robbed. This moment with Onyx was his. Remain only his. Now this god saw. Invaded his private moment. Zama was enraged. This Onyx had many similar expressions to his Shamira. Therefore, he knew what to make of that expression on her face before the boy turned away. It was one he saw a millennium ago. It wasn't long after he first decided she would be his. He created the stars, pinpoints of light that spelled his love. When she first saw them, her face opened up with warmth, wonder, and love. Fledgling though it was, it was their beginning.

To think that this child managed to touch her heart in the span of a moment...unthinkable. Zaman was rougher than he should've when it came to wracking Zimri's mind. Searching for whatever clue there might be to where his moon hid. In his haste, he barely registered his moon's sudden change between violet, blue, and back. In her life through the boy's eyes, she'd taken on many different looks her hair seemed to be where she expressed herself the most. Then he came upon where Zimri suspected her to have gone. Relatively untouched by man. Overgrown with flora, dark, cool, and most of all deep. His love adored these pockets of darkness to retreat in whenever she pleased. At first, it was only to tease him. Then to escape him. He never thought one of her escapes from him would be so nearly permanent.

"There." He released Zimri, letting him fall to the floor in a heap. Zaman stared down at him, wondering if he'd accidentally killed him. He hoped he didn't if only because he still had use of him.