Thread: Twin Reflections (SaynotoZydrate and sevenpercentsolution)

Nuada couldn't be certain how long he had been inside of the B.P.R.D - with no windows available to him he had no way of knowing the time of day, never knowing if the sun or the moon was up and only being able to rely on the distant voice of his instincts. At first he had still had the adaptations of an outside environment - but he was sure weeks had gone by and the outside world seemed further away, sunlight and grass being replaced by stale, flourescent lights. And the guards. Miserable humans who stood stoically outside the hallway that connected into his cell, where he was displayed like some sort of circus sideshow, and they would occasionally peer in to watch him, their entertainment until they got bored of him. Which they did, quite quickly - Nuada didn't speak, didn't cause trouble - after all, they had heard of his capabilities, had learned that he had nearly killed Hellboy - but he had never issued a challenge to them, had never threatened them or made any attempt to escape. In fact he barely moved most of the time, on top of refusing the disgusting human food they tried to feed him. His body was a temple he wouldn't deface it. The result was that, over time, they had become less vigilant. There was a more casual air to the men now - they had become used to this. And, very occasionally, Nuada would have visitors. Nearly every member of the team had come to see him in their uneasy attempts to make some sort of connection with him, but Abraham was the most frequent guest - and he suspected this was because of the amphibious male's connection with his dear sister. In fact, he was certain that Abraham came to see him because every time he saw Nuala, he saw him - they were two parts of one whole, the dark and the light, and Abraham was trying to get to know her other half. He brought books once. Nuada had gone through them in a detached way, more like he was studying them than actually reading them, picking apart the human literature - some of them had been promising, but still undeniably human . He had refused the next time Abraham tried to bring them to him, informing the other that he didn't want to sully his mind with such idealistic rubbish, You are trying to groom me, Abraham, Nuada had said, yellow eyes flicking over the other man's face the musculature didn't allow for a broad range of emotion to be displayed, but the slightest twitch was enough for Nuada, Allow me to save you the effort - literature will not endear humans to me the way it has done for you. I will not be swayed. Abe had simply watched him in that calm way of his, but there was an underlying anxiety yes, Abraham was nervous. I know what they did to you. Nuada added flatly, I know that you were tortured, kept in a glass tube, and treated like a science experiment. This bureau is only a safe haven for as long as the human government is interested in - He struggled with the word due to his hatred for it, and the unfamiliarity of it, - freaks . And humans have a terribly short attention span, Abraham. You should know, they abandoned you to a decrepit laboratory. They may very well do it again. Abe had left without optimism, and his sister arrived filled with anger - certainly, her pretty face didn't show it, nor did her gentle tone imply it, but their connection was too strong for her to be able to hide anything from him. Nuada felt the anger as though it was his own, but would not be cowed by it. He cocked his head to the side, white-blonde hair falling over his shoulder as he inspected her she dressed in light colours as always, elegant and draping over her tiny form while Nuada adhered to neutrals that fit closely to him. Dislike, sister? Nuada repeated, testing the word out like it was foreign, continuing to watch her through the bars, unblinking in his focus - he was drinking her in, absorbing her in a way that was wanton. They needed eachother in a strange way their connection had always made it difficult to stay apart, sometimes caused an ache, as though something in them was missing when they were distant. You find him sweet. Nuada said simply, a statement of fact, one that came without emotion, He is naive. Intelligent, but misguided. You feel a connection with him, sister - I feel it as well. I cannot dislike Abraham because of it - I have no choice in the matter.