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young pevensie prince now lost to the seas. for fate decided it needed him. α
Joined April 2023
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a brief pause, head turning to look at his brother again. β i haven't been able to face our parents, part of me knew i needed to wait for you to arrive. β α
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β she would join us if given the chance, i just know it. β even through death, their twin bond hasn't broken. if anything, it's stronger than ever. β she misses us as much in return. our whole family does, though edrys is the only one aware of me so far. β α
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but then he frowns, nodding alongside minosse before taking a step towards the nature that surrounds them. his feet aren't visible like the rest of his body is, them faint and glimmering from the leaves that he's made of. α
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β you know more than i, then. i am only aware of the now, our present. β and of his own memories, everything else just out of grasp. β it must be difficult to understand your position now with how much haunts you. β α
β his voice was like a tranquilizer as he felt his body settle under his brother's magic. he shook his head, thinking of the stars, of the nothingness that had imprisoned him with him while thousands and thousands of voices called for his attention. β· β
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voice falls off, quiet breath exhaled. β she's the only one left with a physical body, but her mind has been reclaimed. i hear her voice within mine sometimes, but haven't yet to see her. β α
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his hand pulls away when he thinks he's helped the magic within minosse sew itself together, deciding to now rest on the ground rather than squat. β you became a star, i became an elemental spirit and drusilla ... β α
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β hasn't the stars told you .α£ or do they only speak of past endeavors .α£ β he speaks, accent still strong as ever. β the deep magic reclaimed us, all of us. you, drusilla and i are no longer mortal. we've all died, really. β α
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ah, the transformation process ... it confused artair at first too until the ocean spirit explained. his hand sparkles with a golden glow, deep magic manifesting throughout their beings as artair helps construct his brother's physical form enough. α
β he doesn't even know what he is, right now. he only remembers the moment he died, the way he was sucked into the cosmos. the nothingness that welcomed him with welcoming voices and now he was there, again. but it was as if it wasn't. β i don't β· β
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lips curl into a frown, hand reaching out to rest against his brother's head. β i can try and help balance the magic inside if you are struggling to maintain a form. β if that even made sense. he's not sure how a star body works in comparison to his own. α
β β oh. β surprised, then like a headache it makes him twist in pain, bending over. he's still recovering, he has to get used to his body again. β
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β do what ββ .α£ β a clueless expression, then a glance to his own figure. β manifest .α£ well, i don't really know. i just think of physically appearing and it happens with whatever element i'm near. β α
β he's... incredulous at what he sees. he sits up, leaning on his arms that still give way from lack of strength, looking at him. β yes, you're joking, but how do you do it βββ β pointing everything at his brother. β
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β hello sleepyhead, β he teases, squatting down with arms resting on knees, hand extending to poke his siblings cheek. β hadn't expected a visit from a star, it's been a while. β α
β his eyes blink slowly, and when they open, his brother's figure is in front of him. β art.. artair ? β β
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leaves envelope the star boys sleeping body, a greeting from brother to brother; a hug. the wind circles, leaves building into a body until artair's form is built. β minosse ? β α
β the light has finally touched the ground, from it the boy's body slowly appears. he is curled up on himself, sleeping. β
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β your fate ... changes our path. i believe you alone hold the power to morph our world similar to that of aslan, perhaps. β now it was a stretch, but artair can feel the soul of a lion she contains, the strength within. α
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β maybe, β he starts, thinking more. β you're the true legacy. β his own words don't seem to garner his exact thoughts, a soft sigh following. β the deep magic prepares all our fates, in the past it was my father for us, and now us for him. β α
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he always wondered for how long .α£ drusilla wasn't doing well, speaking of deaths yet to even come, minosse only finding peace when a queen from afar was present. rare moments of happiness in suffering. α
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the boy of seafoam listens, holding a certain silence while she speaks. in both timelines, she survived while everyone else lost themselves. in the previous timeline, minosse and drusilla, his other halves ... they were alive too. α
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β the true me .α£ β she questions almost quietly frightened, eyes upon the sand in her grasp, unable to look up, nor look at him. β the true me is violent, and ruthless, and afraid. afraid of losing it all again. i've β΄
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β something will happen that will cause a shift. drusilla lives in my consciousness, i can feel what she knew, what is to come of the new world we made. think carefully, edrys. it may be time to reveal the true you. β α
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β the past is something that shackles us from achieving what we saved them for. we sacrificed everything to have the family we lost. lying to them, i think, will only cause that drift again but in a worse way. β eyes watch the waves as he breathes. α
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the water meets his body, blending into his skin as if he was made of water. his body, when lost to the ocean, had turned into seafoam. the prince with no burial. α
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