Helllooo friends lol So I was writing about for a while and couldn't come up with anything to post on my day off so I started toying with some original versions of the Aquato Curse I had laying around. Sooooo this was born from what was originally a few paragraphs lol This isn't RazLili related, but I figured I could post this idea here too lol
Hope you all enjoooyyyy! lol
Ever since I was young, I knew there was something much more to my family's curse. There was something else. Something that no one else spoke of or at least weren't aware enough to understand. There was just something to it. Something that felt wrong. Something that was hidden. I so desperately wanted answers now one could give. Or at least, what they didn't know to give. I did my best to figure it out on my own. To answer my questions that dripped with suspicion and curiosity.
And soon enough, my suspicions became reality.
"Pootie," My attention snapped up from the lake as I looked over to welcome the presence of my grandmother. A soft smile gracing her lips, but a vacant look within her eyes as she walked up beside me. "You're curious, aren't you?" I merely scuffed at her question. Trying my best to reason with myself that her memory was never good to begin with to suspect her to remember all my curious questions about the curse.
"Always have been." She hummed a knowledgeably as she now looked out toward the water herself.
"Always so curious." She turned her attention back toward me with that vacant look still glossing over her. "Sometimes horribly so." I gave her a confused look before she placed a hand on my shoulder. "Razputin, there is much you need to learn. Much you do not understand. I-." She hesitated for a moment before looking out toward the water. "I too am only just beginning to understand. Beginning to remember."
"Remember?" She brought her gaze back toward me. A new look in her eyes as her smile widened ever so slightly.
"Yes, Pootie. Remember." A warm look took over her as she now placed her other hand on my shoulder. "And I have decided maybe you will become what I never was. That you could achieve where I have failed."
"Nona, what are you talking abo-?"
"Have you ever wondered where your powers come from, Pootie?" My blood ran cold as my face went into shock. "Oh do not be so fearful, my grandson. I am one too. It's what I mean by remembering. Remembering who I am. Or was." She hesitated with a soft shrug. "To a degree. Years are not friendly to the mind."
"You're also-?"
"Psychic. You and I both." I grew relieved as she smiled. "Your father and Franzie are too. I can tell. They don't seem as invested or curious as you though." She smiled as she brought a single hand up to pat the top of my head. Her wrinkled hand meeting my old air force helmet twice. "Always curious." Her smile furthered as she now patted my head on rhythm with her words. "A good boy."
"Um, Nona," She dropped her hand from my head to my shoulder once more as it seemed to pull her from her trance. "What does this have to do with the water? What does us being psychics have to do with the curse?"
"Everything." She let go of my shoulders as she turned her attention toward the lake once more. "Everything, Razputin." Without saying another word, she started slowly making her way closer to the lake. Slowly but surely making her way toward the shore.
"Nona?" I rushed to catch up with her once I got out of a relatively shocked state. "Everything? What does that-?" I stopped beside her near the shore has a hand appeared from the water. One I was all too familiar with.
"The hand of Galochio. You've named it as such, yes?" She turned her attention toward me now, but my eyes were purely on the figure taking shape. "Do you notice anything special with it, my boy?"
"Other than there's just one and there's two of us?" I gave her a curious look before turning my attention toward the water again.
"Not just that." I heard the old loving yet Knowing tone come from her as she seemed to have known I would put the pieces together soon enough.
"It only appeared when I got here." I turned my attention toward her to see a proud smile grace her lips.
"Yes! It had! Quite curious, no?" I looked back over toward the hand of water so I could go over it in my mind. Lulling over the pieces to a puzzle I didn't know we were doing together within my mind.
"But if it only showed up because of me-?"
"Get closer to it." I snapped my attention toward my grandma as a shocked look took over my face.
"You're not serious."
"I quite am, Pootie."
"But what about the-?"
"You'll see." Without looking back, she turned me started making her way toward the hand. Her feet met the short shore of sand as I followed closely after. The closer I got to the hand, the larger it got. The fingers fluttered and curled as they grew in size. "Now, make it smaller."
"Make it smaller?"
"Yes." I felt myself give the older woman a look that only screamed 'you gotta be crazy' as I gestured over toward the hand.
"You think I can control that?! How do I even-?!"
"Let go of your fear." She turned toward me as a serious look took over her face. "The water cannot hurt you, Razputin. Let the fear roll from your shoulders. The hand is yours to control. You are its creator." I grew increasingly confused as I looked up toward the water entity. The hand now spread out with its fingers far apart as if it was waiting on me to make a move.
Mine to control?
I drew in a deep breath as I pressed a finger to my temple.
Mine to control. My mind's creation.
I closed my eyes soundlessly as I felt a piece of myself grow attached to the entity. As if the link was always there, but never acknowledged. I opened my eyes slowly and looked over toward the water hand. Its movement was still as I pulled my finger from my temple. I gave the entity my full attention as I gave it a simple command within my mind.
Wave.
With ease, the hand did as it was told.
Fist.
And once more, it did as I asked it. My eye grew wide as I gave it one more command.
Disappear.
Then, the hand went back into the water. Embracing its original nature to be one with the water.
"Understand now, Razputin?"
"Razputin." I snapped my attention toward my grandma as she suddenly placed a shaken hand on my shoulder. "You need to focus." I nodded my head as I shook myself out of my memories.
"Yeah, sorry, Nona." She gave me a sweet smile as she patted my shoulder gently.
"It's alright, Pootie." She looked over toward the large building behind us that I knew now was called the Motherlobe. I read references about the building in some of the comics Nona got me over the years to understand my abilities better and what I could do with them, but it was much more glorious than I thought could ever be possible. "But these people are going to expect much from you. Much from me. We must be kind and courteous. We share our abilities with them, but we are from different worlds, Razputin. We must put our best foot forward." I nodded along with her words as I offered her my arm to aid her into the building.
"Then what's stopping us?" I smiled wide as twisted her position so she could hook her arm through mine. Her hand rested gently on my elbow.
"Let's get a move on then. Mr. Zanotto won't want to be kept waiting. He is excited to meet us."
"We're meeting with the head himself?" I gave Nona a shocked look as we started making our way toward the building.
"You're forgetting, Razputin, I remembered something very important and he agrees that it is as well. He wanted to speak to us personally."
"You never told me what you remembered, Nona." I gave her a confused look as we reached the doors.
"You'll see soon enough, Pootie." She patted my arm gently as the front doors opened. "Soon~ enough." I took a deep breath as we entered the building. The cold interior and metal walls gave me a chill as I nearly dreaded what was to await me.
But as I learned from Nona before, we must embrace what the world has for us.
I felt a determined look take over my face as we walked up to the receptionist.
Even if the waves are high and world-shattering, there is only ever one thing to do. Only one thing an Aquato is known for.
Embracing the tide.
