golbins + open, birthing

[coldblue]

no stranger to the danger

COLDBLUE "BLUE" ROUX — MALE — THE TYPHOON — BETTA — MEDIUM

it is the rasping of his mother's tongue across his pelt which stimulates the beating of his tiny heart after being disconnected from the lifeline that is the umbilical cord. ba-bump, ba-bump, ba-bump. the transition from the warmth of the womb to the chill of the outside world is shocking. while the child cannot see his surroundings, he can feel it, and it is terrifying. it is cold and he is hungry and he can no longer feel the comforting thunder of his mother's heart. because of his deafness and blindness, all the boy can do is cry. the noise is high-pitched and cacophonous; its meaning to both convey his discomfort and to get his mother's attention. it is a cry for help; a plea. he is not yet self-aware enough to understand the gravity of the situation. he is not aware of his thoughts, only how he feels in the moment. driven by hunger, several more mewls resound from his tiny maw as he clumsily maneuvers his body towards the scent of milk.

what guru is not yet aware of is that her son will be impacted by her in more ways than just his superficial name. detached, hedonistic, intelligent, and more concerned with looks than necessary. just like mommy dearest, only with daddy's cold blue gaze.

#psychosocial.