Day 1
Blackness.
Dark.
So wonderfully, blessedly dark. He's not felt it's like for an age, it seems. He basks in it, dives in it, relishes the escape from the light and the pain.
Pain.
He was never good with pain, he ran from it, ran from all sensation, searching for the darkness or, better still, for Eden.
Now he feels it tickle upon his senses, sees it like sunlight from beneath the cool depths of watery darkness. He fights against it, the dreadful, buoyant tug of traitorous oxygen in his lungs, the primal need to survive, the need to feel, to live, to breathe.
He surfaces from the darkness, gasping in the pain, the light from two, green-blue suns ravaging his body.
Two aqua suns.
His brother.
Damn, he wishes he were dead.
He tries to speak, to spit, to scream but the darkness comes up to him again, beckoning, promising, welcoming.
He gratefully returns.
To be continued… please RnR!