Cobalt Scales

Chapter 2: Crystal Droplets

Chapter 2

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Crystal Droplets

He allowed the clear water to spill over his blue skin, warming the blood inside him. The heat of the shower filled Shivan with a newfound warmth, his black tresses fluffing from the joy. It was a love for the water, the presence of its crystal droplets that spread out as they splattered upon him. He wished that he could spend all day with the water, as if it was vital to his wellbeing. It was just like when he went to the beach; relaxing, enjoyable, and irresistible. He felt like the shower was his new home.

As the shower was done and he stepped out to look at the time, it had been 2 entire hours. How have I spent two hours without knowing it? It seems that I have only taken a few minutes, Shivan thought, grabbing his towel and wiping down his body. All of the sudden, he felt as if something had been torn from him, as if something had ripped his very soul in half. His legs faltered oddly, but he soon regained balance. Shivan couldn't figure out what the heck was going on, but he ignored it anyways.

As Shivan's clothes were put on and his hair was done, he flopped onto his bed. It was about midnight, but he decided not to sleep. There were footsteps behind him, but he continued to lay flat on his bed, sprawled out like a starfish. "I'm sorry for what I said earlier. I'm sorry for everything that makes you hate me, Shivan. Please forgive me," Kjer whispered while sitting next to Shivan. Kjer was known to always apologize no matter how bad the situation was, and if he didn't apologize the day he did it, he was bound to do it the next day.

Kjer leaned over and hugged Shivan again, which usually came after his occasional sorries. His little brother accepted it when he hugged back, showing that it was ultimately okay. Shivan softly said, "It's okay, brother. Shall you heal my torture wounds? They pain me when I take showers." Kjer nodded, his curly hair bouncing with each movement. He pushed him off of the bed and made him stand, holding his arms up. Pulling Shivan's jacket up, he placed his hands upon the disgusting scars, making them tingle horribly. As Kjer finally whispered the strange words that were nothing but gibberish in Shivan's ears, the cuts started to weld together, making Shivan squirm under his cold touch.

"Better?" Kjer asked, backing away from the previously wounded Jotun. "Wait, what about this scar? The big one?" Shivan asked, pointing to a gigantic, red scar that trailed down his side.

"I will leave that one as a reminder of your five weeks. Although, it will not pain you if you do not make it crack or bend in strange ways."

With that, Kjer was restored to his kingly being, not caring about the last scar. He stormed out of the room, signaling Shivan that he had some important errands to get to. Shivan touched the cut on his lips, reminding him of the sapphire fish dagger. He took it from his boots that lay near his bathroom and put it on a table while he finally managed to put on the fancy Jotun footwear. Once again, Shivan placed the dagger in his right boot, making sure not to cut his foot in the process. He wondered what Ari would say in this situation, but he couldn't come up with anything. My mind is too clouded, Shivan thought.

Walking over to the shower, he slightly turned on the water. Shivan put his hand in the parted waterfall of rushing water, feeling its soothing brilliance. His hand tingled in the warmth and constant pounding of the droplets, relaxation flowing through him. Tears leaked from his eyes, despite the comforting presence of the water. Where are you, Ari? Shivan asked, even though she could never hear him.

(A/N: I'm so sorry for how short these chapters are! I'll make them larger once I get to the point!)