Skylar sighed softly, running his fingers over the smooth small scales. The canvas lining of the tent above them vibrated in the wind, shaking with a high pitched thrum.
The thrumming noise sounded odd, the low noise was...Skylar didn't know. It sounded different than he thought he should. At the same time, he knew it shouldn't sound different at all.
"Lutain," Skylar began quietly, breathing through his nose. It made a high pitched whine, a whistle that sounded odd in the room.
Yes? Lutain asked back, contently sprawling across Skylar's pillow. The snake was odd, something calm and too intelligent.
That was a fact that was already known, something which couldn't be stopped or changed. A sin that Skylar had permitted, a momentary weakness of his mind that allowed such a rotten thing to feed on him.
A gnawing beast rendering him to to nothing more than roadkill.
"How quaint." Skylar muttered, closing his eyes as his nose continued to whistle. The thrumming sounded off.
What is? Lutain asked him curiously, looking over lazily. Did you think of something for once?
"No," Skylar huffed back with a small quirk to his mouth, "I want to try something."
Lutain stilled, Skylar ignored it.
"We both know that there's this...bond between us." Skylar started at the lull in conversation, "I know it, you know it too."
Lutain twisted, righting himself into an alert mass the size of a watermelon. His bright yellow belly was startling, yet a very familiar sight.
What of it? Lutain countered with a small hesitant bite to his words.
Skylar smiled thinly, "I know that somehow, you're still connected to Adrian. You're his soul piece, right?"
Lutain didn't move, but Skylar could tell he was clearly unsettled.
"I know, that...sometimes, I know things." Skylar began breezily, air cold in his mouth and lungs, "things I shouldn't know. Memories that aren't mine, and aren't yours."
They're Masters. Lutain confirmed after a small pause, I see them too.
"And they don't worry you?" Skylar wondered, poking the yellow belly with his pinky finger, "I suppose they wouldn't, since they're Adrian's."
They feel right. Lutain dismissed uncomfortably, They're mine also.
Skylar tilted his head, shoving his elbows back to rightsize himself into a sitting position. The snake rapidly coiled, moving far enough away the two of them could stare at each other from across the camping cot. Lutain's tongue tasted the air, the canvas ceiling thrummed.
"We could talk to him, before." Skylar stated, less a question and more a curious statement. "You gave me his memories that he made in the moment."
Yes, I did. Lutain agreed, sides flaring as he breathed quickly.
"That was impressive." Skylar began with a small pause, "and the memories I'm getting, are they from you, or from him?"
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Fiksi PenggemarRevenge is the misguided attempt to transform shame and pain into pride. Being forsaken and neglected, ignored and forgotten, revenge seems a fairly competent obligation at this point. Skylar is the boy who lived, that's why he's important. I'm no...
