Wheeling Gull Isle The Twin Thing

In his twin’s austere gray uniform, one sharp eye casts him with the power of the sun- the other with the softness of the moon. Judah surrenders in a worry-filled heap, if he upsets Malakai then he might never come back for him. He could lose him.

With folded ears and a submissive crawl he remorsefully burrows himself into the boy’s chest.

“I sowwy, Mal, I nevah say again!! I pwomise!!” The begs pour from his throbbing chest as his brother sneers. Like a god he holds him, seeking forgiveness.

Feed him, punish him, raise the tidal winds. These are the things Malakai commands. He is the one chosen for God’s word. 

And he relents. Judah topples with relief. Mal crouches. All is forgiven, and he seals it with an offering. Judah stares, awash in wonder at the funny-shaped object, oblong and split into two identical halves, held together at the center with a glistening stone.

“Ohhh!” He gushes, circling it once in full before plopping his head down to peer into the center with a giant, silver eye. “Us,” he repeats, “Is me an you!” Bound together!

“Whas pebble thingy? Is so shiiiinnnnyyyy!” Shiny and bright and caught in there forever. Like his love for Malakai.