Who Is Zemos?

[Zemos]

1st of Zi'Da 719

Zemos awoke with a start, sleeping at the foot of Sybil's bed. His green eyes shone in the dim lighting of the room, making him recoil from the subtle glow. "Green! Green! Masters green!"

He shivered against the footboard of the bed, perhaps enough to wake Sybil. He shut his eyes against the green glow, but felt it reflected against his eyelids, and wasn't able to shake the feeling of unease. When had his eyes started glowing? When they had been duill all this time? He opened his eyes a squint, trying to find anything, something that was blue. He looked to the walls, and saw their icy frost, feeling them with his hands like a wretched pup scratching at the door of its master.

Then he looped around and went to Master's bed, and pushed them awake. "Master, so much is green! Green! Where is blue!"

Yet when Sybil didn't awake immediately, Zemos recoiled, and searched for something to light a torch. Anything to dispel this subtle glow. He found the flint and steel by a nearby dresser, and with it lit a nearby sconce. And just as the light came into being, bringing warmth and light into the room, he would no longer see that subtle green glow.

"Green is gone... Where, who is Zemos?" He looked around, feeling for the door, the walls, taking in all the feelings and sensations. Yet at the corner of his mind, the feeling of something crawling against the back of his soul. Something was missing, though he couldn't quite place what it was. "Master?"

[Sybil Malach]

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1st of Zi'Da 719

Usually the effects weren't as pronounced as this.

Sybil woke up to the sound of a frenzied Zemos. Their eyes half lidded, as they were curled in the bed. They took a breath, as Zemos was proclaiming something about the color green, and running around looking for something that was in the hue of blue. Sybil had intended that as a simple means of punishment and reward, to get him to stop doing things that'd hurt him, but it seems that for some reason, he'd gotten into a panic over it.

"Mnhf..." They murmur out, as they push off of the bed. A light was being started. This was the exact opposite of what they intended. Pinching the bridge of their nose as they remained halfway on the mattress and halfway sitting up, they allowed the thoughts to flurry through their mind, "... Zemos. Would you kindly come to bed?" The question, while kindly in its delivery, it was in a firm tone, to get him where he felt comfortable.

As they stirred to wakefulness, they couldn't help but feel how early it was. Hands reaching up to their face, Sybil tried to wake up a bit more before saying or doing anything else. Letting out a sigh, they stretched out their limbs, getting comfortable, "... You're Zemos. You've been Zemos for a very long time. ... Did you have a bad dream or something?"

Furrowing their brow, Sybil's head tilts to the side as they try and understand what in the living hell is happening.

[Zemos]

It took a few moments for Zemos to reacquire his faculties. His common was still piss poor, but he wasn't exactly the drooling idiot that Sybil had picked up and dusted off those many seasons ago. With their help and under their care, he'd rebuilt his mind. Still minus the memories of who he was before Zemos took the stage, but more of a complete person, with motivations and desires and thoughts beyond those of pleasing master.

He looked to Sybil, and saw the bed. A nice reward, some light cuddling was in order. He happily slid into it, and wrapped his arms around Sybil, gently, as he'd become quite strong in recent seasons.

For a few moments he just lay under the blanket, enjoying the warmth of another creature. Something turned inside of him though, as he did so. That egg, that turning that echoed through the core of his being. A strangeness that rendered the cold less of a danger, and more of a hindrance. Something that slowed him down but did not take him out.

Nevertheless, when warmth was offered, he always took it in preference to the cold.

"Master, do you think me could start to learn to fight at academy gym? I want protect you and me." He tightened his hold over Sybil at the sound of his own voice, which buzzed in his ears.

"You been a good master, not even a master though. More like... hmmm... Teacher?"

He rubbed his arms up and down Sybil's back, letting his nose sniff their hair for a moment. "We talk about it when can... For now sleep, and torpor." He didn't know from whence that word had come, but he'd heard it and something about it resonated with the slave.