Of Flesh and Blood || Popov

The pain was curiously muted. Faded after what felt like hours of staring at the large gash that ran the length of his arm.

So, this was what it was like, he wonder, to feel. As he did every time the pain faded, Kyrie flexed the muscles of his arms tearing knitting skin away from flesh.

His vision swam again, but he hardly noticed. Focus had never been something he had grasp, so what some would understand as warning signs he only saw as much more of the same.

Death was something he had experienced, watched, created many times. He had no interest in creating it for himself.

But he also had no concept that what he was doing was bringing it so close. What he understood when placed upon other people, seemed lost upon himself.

He just wanted to...

Feel.

It was something everyone else seemed to do. Even Papa, Iva... the others, all seemed to have moments when they do.

So why didn't he.

drip, drip, drip.

The blood rolled off his arm, splashing into the pool that was froming below his feet.

A frown crossed his face, logic trying to work its way into his brain, but his brain fighting it every step.

Instead of healing it, instead of being rational.

The boy continued to sit there.

Sit there, and... feel.

She could feel the silence in her blood, weighing down on her body, her soul as she stared at the english book before her. The words, mixtures of Russian and English, smeared themselves across the page, their meanings blaring in Iva's mind at a volume so immense they couldn't even be comprehended. The longer she stared at the words, eyes squinted, the more likely it seemed that the words were staring back.

In a house usually filled with humans and creatures assorted, silence was usually a revered thing. Iva would use days like this to catch up on her studies, but... today was off kilter. The absense of sound seemed confining, like a cocoon enveloping her from the world, hiding her from it's secrets.

The most concerning silence came from Kyrie's room. Her brother, more of a little brother, really, was always up to something. The thin walls separating their rooms usually gave way to soft sounds to busiment, but not today. Leaning her cheek against the cool, ivory wall, Iva whispered for her brother. "Kyrie? Are you okay?"

A noise.

His head snapped up, a frown across his face as his eyes began to roam the room. He could hear the voice but... why couldn't he see them.

"Inno?" he frowned drifting closer to one wall, to the voice he could hear. "Where are you Inno? Are you invisible? Pieters invisible now... you're not invisible like him too are you?"

His head cocked to the side and he glanced down at the red leaking out of his arm, there were splashes across the otherwise neat floor, from each step he took. Somehow, some part of his brain, while combined with the thought of his youngest brother made him realize, his sister was not going to be happy with what he had done.

"I'm sorry Inno; I didn't mean to... I just wanted to feel. Why don't I feel Inno? Isn't everyone supposed to do that?"