( the touch has his gaze dropping, but not out of concern--more to let his other hand lift, to adjust himself so that they're sitting more facing each other, than hip to hip; one of his legs bends onto the mattress to allow them space, and his free hand, untethered, moves so that he can gently, methodically, stroke down the length of one particular tentacle--and then the next, acclimating himself just as much as palamedes. there's something soothing about it: being able to touch him in a way that likely no one else has, yet, a secret little way that's just theirs, for now. something repetitive, easy, gentle.
his head tilts, slightly, watching his own touch wander. ) Truth over lies? Mmm. Truth over lies.
( or 'lying by omission' maybe, something that he's learned all the same. )
It...There was a woman, a long time ago. Over a hundred years ago, who somehow gave birth to a strange child. Part curse, part human child. That's not something that's supposed to happen, and I think she...must have been terrified, and took the child to a temple, where sorcerers gathered. Likely asking for help, or for...some kind of support.
This...sorcerer. ( the word comes out harsh, tinged with the edge of anger; his hand stills. ) ...forced her to become his property, and carried out a series of experiments. Nine children, he forced her to bear, terminating them at a different point, a different month, each time. A mix of his sorcerer blood, her human blood, and...a curse. Children with...mm, children who became cursed objects, in their death. Full of cursed energy. Alive, but not alive. Aware, but not aware.
These...objects. ( him. his siblings. one hundred and fifty years, just like that. ) ...were stored, protected, at the sorcery school. But cursed objects are...quite powerful, especially when incarnated. A curse user, someone against sorcerers, took these...cursed wombs, from the school.
( a soft swallow, like he doesn't like the feeling--can feel all of his calm, all of his careful explaining welling up in his throat. ) And I am one of them. They incarnated me, and two of my younger brothers, into new flesh bodies. Part human, part curse. That is the...That is how I came to be.
no subject
his head tilts, slightly, watching his own touch wander. ) Truth over lies? Mmm. Truth over lies.
( or 'lying by omission' maybe, something that he's learned all the same. )
It...There was a woman, a long time ago. Over a hundred years ago, who somehow gave birth to a strange child. Part curse, part human child. That's not something that's supposed to happen, and I think she...must have been terrified, and took the child to a temple, where sorcerers gathered. Likely asking for help, or for...some kind of support.
This...sorcerer. ( the word comes out harsh, tinged with the edge of anger; his hand stills. ) ...forced her to become his property, and carried out a series of experiments. Nine children, he forced her to bear, terminating them at a different point, a different month, each time. A mix of his sorcerer blood, her human blood, and...a curse. Children with...mm, children who became cursed objects, in their death. Full of cursed energy. Alive, but not alive. Aware, but not aware.
These...objects. ( him. his siblings. one hundred and fifty years, just like that. ) ...were stored, protected, at the sorcery school. But cursed objects are...quite powerful, especially when incarnated. A curse user, someone against sorcerers, took these...cursed wombs, from the school.
( a soft swallow, like he doesn't like the feeling--can feel all of his calm, all of his careful explaining welling up in his throat. ) And I am one of them. They incarnated me, and two of my younger brothers, into new flesh bodies. Part human, part curse. That is the...That is how I came to be.