The battle between the beauty (of your humanity) and the beast
A part of you fights and fights and fights.
And another part of you askes every few days or so after:
"Is this really worth it?"
And every morning when you wake up and see his peaceful, slumbering baby face, you feel the desire rise once more to fight and fight and fight and fight.
He asks you so many questions as you both go on.
"Why do we avoid everyone?"
"Why are we going this way instead of the easy way?"
"Why do you always need to hold my hand when we walk together?"
"Why do you wait outside the church and never come in with me?"
You can't fully answer. Never. You give him answers that are true but aren't exactly fully explanatory.
"I like this way better."
"It's easier to get home when we hold hands the whole way."
"I... like staying outside better and listening. it's too crowded inside."
He never argues against these responses.
His precious baby mind assuming your answers are the answers and that is all.
It's not only his mind that's precious-
You get letters from her- him every three months.
You read them, and then paraphrase what they say to him.
And then you burn the shreds after ripping them up in a brief burst of rage.
It thankfully hasn't woken him up yet.
Hearing inhuman growls and shrieks from the other room.
Every time you let that part of you loose, even if only for a few minutes...
You swear you sense another like you, trying to reach you.
Is it a voice in your head?
Is it a voice outside somewhere?
It is very deep, and nothing like any human voice you've ever heard your whole short existence so far.
"....Child, where are you...."
Soft and pleading at the same time...?
You eventually curl up in his bed, surrounding him, pretending you are there shielding him.
You shut your eyes tight.
".....You are my kin. My blood. I sense it....."
".....You are half mortal.... and half of what I am....."
Finally, you dare to ask, hoping your voice sounds unafraid, despite how your whole body violently shakes in the bed.
"....... What are you.....?"
You look into your little brother's peacefully sleeping baby face.
You sense a hand just barely touch the top of your head.
Suddenly drenched in sweat.
No one is there in the house but you and your brother.
