Bearclaw Valley of anthedon ◍

His brother, too, sleeps a dreamless sleep, having found a warm spot against their mother's stomach, comfortable for the time being. He unconsciously fidgets and lets out small squeaks as he drifts in the endless yet familiar dark, mind forging new pathways as it becomes used to the concept of occupying and controlling a body - one that is suddenly yanked out of dormancy as something brushes against its nose.

Immediately the boy's face scrunches in discomfort, bothered by the flailing of the other whom he shared this space with. It would be days yet until he could see exactly who this was, and many more before he understood this was his brother, at the moment an exact mirror of himself. Yet, for the time being, he was nothing more than a nuisance that disturbed his slumber, and Astyanax expressed his distress via a loud cry whilst kicking his back legs clumsily, wanting the normalcy of just moments before to return.