“Y—you’re a dark kin”
Yes?
“Does that mean---you’re not a primordial are you?”
What no! Do you feel insane?
“Would I…know if I was?”
Kid that is the most intelligent thing you’ve thought since I’ve been crammed in here
“Finch? Quispi? Hello?”
Your uncle is trying to get your attention Finch jerked, looking up at the man surprised, rubbing his eyes as he started to notice how dry they were
“Can we not make a habit of that? You just stood there for—and my watch is stopped…Creation knows how long without blinking, which in and of itself was creepy enough, but we need to get back home”
Kid you’ve been quiet I walked us all the way back Quispi said, prodding at the boy in their shared headspace, but received no answer A’ight then…
“Quispi are you two alright?” Asema asked, turning to the body that had stalled at the sink, dirty cup held half way under the water
“How’d you know it was me…?”
“You have different eyes” Asema said, watching the stalled man “Is something the matter?”
“No he’s…fine”
“And you?” Quispi frowned, grip tightening on the glass as he scrubbed it harder, “You haven’t…interacted much, is there something I could do to make you more comfortable?”
“You could separate us”
“You know I can’t do that, we tried but—I was…I was just too late by the time I got there. If we tried to do it now--”
“I know I know we would both die” he said, cursing under his breath as he caught himself picking at his new feathers again, turning towards him. He still wasn’t used to how short the boy’s body was, everyone in this family seemed to be short.
“Has he mentioned who did it yet?” Asema asked,
“No we…I haven’t brought it up” Quispi admitted, picking at the tie on his pants instead of his already raw skin, “He’s still trying to process everything”
“And you?”
“Stop asking about me!” Quispi snapped, feathers puffing out in anger, “I’m not some damn kid that needs protecting! I’m grown! I—“
“You are stuck with this family until you two recover completely at least, and until you are safe enough on your own to do whatever it is you two decide, I at least want to make it as comfortable as possible for you here—“
“I’m stuck in the body of a runty weak kid for the rest of our lives I don’t think comfortable is an option anymore! I can’t think half a thought without him hearing it do you know what that’s like?!”
“To a slightly lesser extent, I sort of do” Asema said watching the man as he tried to calm himself down
“I don’t even see myself in the mirror! The only thing I kept out of this is the damn ability to preen myself bloody!”
“I could ask some people over who may be able to help you with that” Asema said, pulling out a well-scratched phone from his coat pocket
“What people…?”
“Someone with feathers who would actually know what they were talking about rather than the short family of vampires” Asema said, smirking at him before excusing himself
“D—did he just—“
Uncle dose that on accident Finch said so quietly Quispi almost missed it, The more connected he is with a family member the more it bleeds over…
He’s a telepath.
No…he calls it clairaudience…He can’t talk back with it
And why don’t you have that?
Only the head has it
And why have you been so quiet all day? Quispi waited for a response, but he didn’t get one, walking the two of them back to their room, Is it something I did? Still nothing. Is it the dark-kin thing?
I…it’s not that you are one. It’s…I’m worried how others are gonna respond once they find out…
Fair. I was hiding amongst a flock for a reason. Quispi sat on the overly plush bed, blankets arranged around the edge as if he was trying to create a nest for himself, shoving a pillow under his chin. The two sat in silence, Finch’s room lacked any real windows, the only light flickering from glowing jewels shoved haphazardly into the ceiling. The first day Quispi found them enchanting, but now it was just a cruel reminder how he was barred from the sun.
“Finch?” Quispi nearly fell of the bed in panic as the door creaked open, an unfamiliar voice coming from beyond, “Your uncle called me, something about…Oh my good lordy he wasn’t kidding when he said feathers…”
“Who’re yo---Sierra” Finch cut off the man mid-sentence, looking up at the towering man, “He called you?”
“He did…and it seems like he left something out…you uh got a friend there?”
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