Drowning to Emerge

The boy waits for Medusa to approach and he actually attempts to offer her a smile. It is a ghost of an actual one, all wrong and more like a bad attempt at applying a memory to his lips than anything, but he tries. While he had willingly given up his freedom for those of his siblings, the pale pink boy is actually happy to be here. Or at least… he was until the news of his mother’s death shattered his fragile hold on reality. The woman’s words pull him from his internal musing and the boy slowly blinks as his mind begins to process what she is saying.

It takes him a few moments to piece together what she is asking and his gaze had become distant as he pulled inward to work out the meaning. Finally, his head lowers in a dip of agreement, his movements jerky and strange as if, he doesn’t know to move his own neck. With the dip of acknowledgement comes his dull, toneless voice, saying, “Recluse is dead. It is true. Galho, her bird, brought the news about…” his voice falls off as he attempts to remember how long it actually has been since the news had reached his ears. A day? Three? A week?

Time has become strange for Enki with days feeling years and hours disappearing without his notice. Pale eyes blink sluggishly, as his shoulders attempt a shrug that is weird and uncoordinated before admitting, “I don’t remember how long ago he came with the news.” With the news shared, he gazes dully at her, ready and willing to supply her any information that she wishes to know. The thought of lying to her never even entered the boy’s mind because that is not who he is. Or… it was before he lost himself.

It seems that somethings are harder to break than other as the goodness in Enki has yet to leave.


"Enki Klein"