Depths

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« You're not what you think you are, » he pauses, for a moment « you're not what you friends think you are. They can't see what you are, they can't see that you're a.. » He's interrupted by a snap.

« A what ? A monster ?! » Two amber eyes fix him angrily, he can see the fire in there, the anger, the passion, and the despair that looks a lot like loneliness.

« A beautiful creature. A wondrous creature. They only think you're human, but that's bellow you. You're far more than human, far better. » He now can only see two brown lines on the face in front of him, draw together above the eyes. Two angry brown lines.

« Why would you think that ? What would you know of that ? Why would you want to say that ? » Bright amber eyes now shine with incomprehension, but the anger still lingers behind, always, always, always.

« Because I think that you are. Beautiful that is. I'm not even sure that I think that you are in fact, it's more that I see, that I know. Your friends, my brother and the two other dolts, they can't see it. » He knows that silver shows nothing, nothing at all. Amber is far more fascinating and shows everything. Silver is blank and empty.

« Is it some kind of pureblood mental degeneration ? How sick are you ?! Too much inbreeding finally take its tool on your family I see. » He can see, see and feel waves of anger washing over him, making his skin stretch and he realises he's got goosebumps more out of desire than out of fear. He can see vulnerability in amber.

« If I'm sick, then so is my brother, don't you think ? » He allows himself a small smile, because his brother certainly is, so maybe he's as well. Thinking the opposite of what he's just said.

« Why are you even talking to me in the first place ? » And amber seems to know that, that they are both sick, so, so, so, so sick, but sick because they've been poisoned. And if amber accept that the silver of his brother has been poisoned, then amber must understand, must accept that his own silver has been poisoned as well, that he's not naturally deviant.

« Because amber shows everything, while silver shows nothing. » There's something new in amber, understanding maybe, it's hard to know, hard to believe, but then again, amber already knows silver even if it's not his silver. Understanding. The thought makes his heart ache and his skin quiver, and he so, so much want to reach and grab, and touch and possess. And he does, and it's soft and warm and confusing, because the touch lingers, the skin does not run away but stays there, soft, and warm and moist. Beautiful.