Power Swap: Old to New (closed)
Sept 8, 2013 19:59:55 GMT -5
Post by Orion & Naomi Stewart on Sept 8, 2013 19:59:55 GMT -5
Orion and Naomi woke up feeling…weird.
For one, they didn’t wake up at the same time. Naomi woke first, shivering with cold from where the blankets had been pulled off of her. Next to her she could feel calmness and peace, which she assumed was coming from Orion—doubly weird because they always woke up at the same time, and she usually got the emotions as part of a package of thoughts that eventually formed up their shared consciousness. Then, as she got up, she realized she didn’t feel like half of her was still unaware of the rest of the world. She only had two pairs of eyes to see out of.
And the thoughts in her head, mostly consisting of I’m dying for a cigarette, weren’t accompanied by any residual guilt from her goody-two-shoes brother.
A little unsettled, she began to pace. And that was when Orion woke up. The two stared at each other. And for the first time in four years, it didn’t feel like staring into a mirror.
“What the hell.” It was said in unison, but didn’t seem to capture the full depth of the emotions they were feeling. They pointed at each other, then began talking over each other.
”You—”
”I was COLD]—“
”But I wasn’t!—“
”This is weird…”
And then they both stopped. They were thinking completely different thoughts about completely different things. Naomi could feel the confusion rolling through him, but Orion—Orion couldn’t feel anything. They hadn’t felt this separate since they were eleven years old, and they had been separated, isolated and alone and only vaguely remembering the fact that they had a twin.
It was kind of terrifying. Four years was a long time to spend physically and mentally joined to someone. For it to suddenly break was…creepy.
They both decided not to talk about it and continue on as if nothing had happened. They both got dressed—and it felt weird not to care what the other person was wearing because you didn’t feel like it was on your own body, and as a result they ended up in more different outfits than they’d worn in a long time (Orion in t-shirts and jeans, and Naomi in a skimpy outfit that she could’ve only gotten away with in summer). They hadn’t said goodbye to Mike but had hurried to class, finding it weird that they had to consciously focus on matching their steps. And for once, they didn’t even feel like bickering.
However, they couldn’t force themselves to go into class. Instead they stood outside, debating whether or not to go to Dr. Neville. Orion thought they should. This whole situation was way too strange and maybe there was something wrong. Naomi disagreed.
”This is what we’ve always wanted, right?” was her argument. ”We’re separated. No more needing each other to walk into a room, no more empty feeling, no more debates on clothes or makeup or anything! You can live your normal life and I can live mine.”
“Yeah, but Naomi, we don’t know what it’s like to be normal. I just don’t think this is right.”
”You wouldn’t.” She rolled her eyes, then paused and groaned. ”Oh God. It’s your pal Oriel the boy wonder and his drug-addict friend.”
“Shut up, Naomi.” But he turned around to look anyways. Naomi’s eyes had narrowed.
”I don’t think we’re gonna like how this conversation is going to go.”
”What makes you say that?” And he didn’t just KNOW. That was the strange thing. Before, he wouldn't have had to guess. It would've just been in his head.
”I don’t know. Just a feeling, I guess.” She wouldn’t have ever admitted it, but she missed Orion’s calm competence here. He always knew what to do. It had been a relief to always have an idea in her head. Now, however, she actually had to figure out the right thing to do by herself, and she was pretty sure she wasn't capable of doing that.
For one, they didn’t wake up at the same time. Naomi woke first, shivering with cold from where the blankets had been pulled off of her. Next to her she could feel calmness and peace, which she assumed was coming from Orion—doubly weird because they always woke up at the same time, and she usually got the emotions as part of a package of thoughts that eventually formed up their shared consciousness. Then, as she got up, she realized she didn’t feel like half of her was still unaware of the rest of the world. She only had two pairs of eyes to see out of.
And the thoughts in her head, mostly consisting of I’m dying for a cigarette, weren’t accompanied by any residual guilt from her goody-two-shoes brother.
A little unsettled, she began to pace. And that was when Orion woke up. The two stared at each other. And for the first time in four years, it didn’t feel like staring into a mirror.
“What the hell.” It was said in unison, but didn’t seem to capture the full depth of the emotions they were feeling. They pointed at each other, then began talking over each other.
”You—”
”I was COLD]—“
”But I wasn’t!—“
”This is weird…”
And then they both stopped. They were thinking completely different thoughts about completely different things. Naomi could feel the confusion rolling through him, but Orion—Orion couldn’t feel anything. They hadn’t felt this separate since they were eleven years old, and they had been separated, isolated and alone and only vaguely remembering the fact that they had a twin.
It was kind of terrifying. Four years was a long time to spend physically and mentally joined to someone. For it to suddenly break was…creepy.
They both decided not to talk about it and continue on as if nothing had happened. They both got dressed—and it felt weird not to care what the other person was wearing because you didn’t feel like it was on your own body, and as a result they ended up in more different outfits than they’d worn in a long time (Orion in t-shirts and jeans, and Naomi in a skimpy outfit that she could’ve only gotten away with in summer). They hadn’t said goodbye to Mike but had hurried to class, finding it weird that they had to consciously focus on matching their steps. And for once, they didn’t even feel like bickering.
However, they couldn’t force themselves to go into class. Instead they stood outside, debating whether or not to go to Dr. Neville. Orion thought they should. This whole situation was way too strange and maybe there was something wrong. Naomi disagreed.
”This is what we’ve always wanted, right?” was her argument. ”We’re separated. No more needing each other to walk into a room, no more empty feeling, no more debates on clothes or makeup or anything! You can live your normal life and I can live mine.”
“Yeah, but Naomi, we don’t know what it’s like to be normal. I just don’t think this is right.”
”You wouldn’t.” She rolled her eyes, then paused and groaned. ”Oh God. It’s your pal Oriel the boy wonder and his drug-addict friend.”
“Shut up, Naomi.” But he turned around to look anyways. Naomi’s eyes had narrowed.
”I don’t think we’re gonna like how this conversation is going to go.”
”What makes you say that?” And he didn’t just KNOW. That was the strange thing. Before, he wouldn't have had to guess. It would've just been in his head.
”I don’t know. Just a feeling, I guess.” She wouldn’t have ever admitted it, but she missed Orion’s calm competence here. He always knew what to do. It had been a relief to always have an idea in her head. Now, however, she actually had to figure out the right thing to do by herself, and she was pretty sure she wasn't capable of doing that.
