What about Legion doesn’t intimidate him? Legion is this incredible, unfathomable, stygian force, something that Darkleer can only hope the grasp the frays of. They hold a power that he, in his mortal frailness, is literally not built to comprehend, like a collapsing star became a cognizant, all-knowing being. They called him a good boy. He’s doomed by his own devotion.
Once More Loom is held in the lake of ichor, nurtured and sustained at the hands of the void. They clean and bathe that ragged place where a piece is missing, stroke their starlight hair and feed them with forgotten songs and lost moons.
Now, they rouse them gently from their rest, a dozen figures attending, all one being. Hands caress and pat their face, others holding them in their arms as they call their consciousness to the surface.
"Loom..." They all speak in unison.
Loom
Loom draw forward, the hole in them gorey and rough, bleeding starlight. They have no skin to speak of, merely a deep black gap in spacetime. When they awaken, at least. Mind over matter, but they just can't shake the sliver of their soul that walks around the waking world.
They have no face, their horns are blank-- They do not speak, so much as ooze a sense into the elder god that soothes them, "Legion?" Loom questions, so bleary.
Legion
"Darling heir..." The attendants sigh in unison, handling their raw form with the gentlest hands. "We must speak with you. Are you aware of what has happened?"
They run fingers through their hair, letting them sprawl on a bower of entwined limbs, a loving embrace from many bodies and one being.
Loom
They are weak, limp in the cot of arms, nuzzling a cheek into Legion's hand, one of many.
Their Question makes them pause in thought-- what has happened? Why are they here? The only recall being asleep, for a long time. They... Remember. Aradia? But they don't know how.
They shake their head.
Legion
"A piece of you has broken free." They explain in unison as they stroke and cradle them tenderly. "It has taken your place, in reality, for now. You rejected each other, and they wish to remain apart..."
They scoop up cool ichor to pour over Loom's wounds and raw flesh, bathing them in their nourishing blood and soothing their hurts.
Loom
It helps, they focus on the entity's many voices. The pain is great, large enough to span planets. How big, is the hole in them? They ting about the stars that likely fall from it, if able.
Arms wrap loosely in the air, as if to hug whatever of Legion they can close. Oh, they're so tired... "Piece of me?" They question, quietly. "Is that..." They try to remember - the crawling in their chest, something had tried to get out.
Tense, but not by much. They don't have the strength for it. "It got out?"
Legion
A dozen hands find theirs, entwine, embrace. "Yes. It did. It wishes to continue to exist, as an individual, but you must be restored...." The chorus chants in unison, hands continuously bathing them in trickles of cold black.
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It's refreshing, it's home. How safe Loom feels with Legion, but how worried their words make them. "Is - is that even possible." They think, lost. Not to even begin with what this piece of them is, "What is it?" Thoughts less clear but... was it them, was it a terror?
Legion
"It is." They confirm. "it is what you rejected, and what rejected you. It is... defiant. Strong willed. We could destroy it, and return it to you, but there is a chance it could reform and reject again. Perhaps the separation would be wiser."
Loom
Oh. A piece of them-- A piece that hated being part of them so much. Surely they would hate it too, should they see it. If they have had lips, they'd purse. Rather they are limp in the Legion's arms, hands moving to their sides, as they rest. They... Don't know. "Is it possible?"
Legion
"It is." They reiterate. "You would be almost entirely restored, and We could make up the difference, if you would allow it."
Black pours cold and soothing over their brow.
Loom
Right, They did say that. Loom can't even keep track of a simple through line. "How?"
Legion
"We would take from them and return to you your flesh, and replace your lack with a fraction of Our own essence. A piece of your being would be Us. We cannot predict the effects of this, but you would be whole, and able to return to your existence within creation." They explain together, slowly, their many voices soft and even.
Loom
So sweet, Legion is. What a lovely creature they are to Loom. The quasiGod nods after a moment, slow. They need to think about it. "Okay." Fingers lacing with a hand of the void. "Everyone... Must be so worried."
Legion
"They appear to be, yes." they reply as they hold as many of their hands as they offer. "We have informed some of your safety, here, with Us."
Loom
More silence, more hands. "Thank you, Legion." A single tear from nowhere draws a thin line down their blank face. They turn to their side, and curl around the nearest pillering entity. "I... Want to sleep, now. Just a little longer."
Legion
"Of course" They all whisper gently, shifting as they do to accommodate them, cushion them. Hands pull a shred of void like a blanket to swaddle them as fingers thread through their hair. "Rest, We will keep you safe."
