Zenith's Hive 1} Ryelam and Zenith

Ryelam played by Link, Zenith played by Kiwi

Ryelam arrived at Zenith's hive and gave a knock on the door. He was wearing colourful clothing that made him stick out like a sore thumb.

Zenith heard the door and walked over to it. He opened it and looked Ryelam. He studied his clothing and looked at his face "Ah you are brightly colored aren't you"
He stepped aside from the door to let him in

"Yes", he nodded and held out a colourful lotus flower for the other mutant to take, giving a tired smile, "Self expression is p✯r✯mount, Zenith"

He gently took the flower and ran his fingers over the petals. He shook his head, "Ah yes. I guess I am doing a good bit of self -expression myself then thank you for the gift however a am not known for keeping things alive"

Ryelam nodded, looking past Zenith and into his hive. "✯ll things must deye, it is our duty to let them live beforeh✯nd"

"Come in" Zenith set the flower on top of his head figuring his hair would keep it there. He looked at Ryelam and waited for him to come inside

Ryelam smiled and stepped inside.
"The flower compliments your vis✯ge queyete well, zenith"
He looked around and then back at Zenith.

Zenith snorted and shut the door with his foot. His hive was surprisingly clean probably from the lack of objects he owned. There were a couple dirty cups on the coffee table and the occasional strewn t-shirt but other than that it was nice.

"You seem to live a rel✯tively ✯scetic leyefestyle", he joined his hands together, "Is this through choice or necessity"

"I never go anywhere to but things I guess." He shrugged. "I ahve more things in my room, but out here ther isn't a lot other than furniture." He walked over to the couch and sat down

Ryelam stood next to the couch and nodded, "Eye underst✯nd," he swept a strand of hair from his face, "My heyeve is queyete well decor✯ted, eye leyeke when things look colourful and ✯leyeve"

"You can sit" He patted the spot next to him and hummed "also, a decorated hive is exacntly what I would expect from someone like you. You like self -expression so it makes sense"

"Th✯nk you"
Ryelam sat next to Zenith with a small smile.
"✯nd yes, eye find enjoyment and pe✯ce in expression", he nodded, "Perh✯ps you, too, would feyend sol✯ce in homely decor✯tion"

Zenith shook his head, "In the end to me, its just stuff. Desides there is nothing really to express. I don't have much of a self to begian with."

"Zenith th✯t is f✯r from the truth, you ✯re brimming with unre✯leyesed person✯lity, unt✯pped self"
He leaned in slightly with a smile, joining his hands together.
"Eye c✯n see it"

Zenith shook his head and playfully rolled his eyes "Ah, I doubt it. I highly doubt it infact." He stretched and leaned against the couch. He watched Ryelam out of the corner of his eye.

"Eye will show you", Ryelam folded his legs and put his hands on his lap, "✯nd you will see" He slightly held up a bandaged hand. His fingers went white at the tips, with an ever-so-slight glow to them.
"Eye h✯ve the ✯bility to peer beyond ones emotion✯l fac✯de", he tugged at one of the bandages, causing it to loosen slightly, "M✯y eye"

Zenith looked at his hands and he sat there for a minute. "I warn you, you might not like what you find very much, but go ahead."

Ryelam gave a solemn nod and gently undid his bandages, keeping his palms faced down. He adjusted his seating, cross-legged on the couch, and faced forward with his eyes closed. Taking a deep, steady breath, he placed his hands palms-up on his laps, revealing the shifting, prismatic gaze of his second pair of eyes. He winced slightly, closing his eyes tighter, as he processed what he was seeing.

Zenith studied him and his hand eyes. He stayed silent and watched carfully not wanting to taint the results of this strange glance into his emotions which he believed there were none. His gaze shifted back up to Ryelam's face and he waited.

Ryelam's expression calmed and he focused on his breathing for a silent moment. "Something is missing", he stated blankly, "Deep down you ✯re misgeyeded, lost"

Zenith shook his head "Nothing is missing I assure you. You are just disappointed you didn't find what you were looing for."

"No", Ryelam turned his hands palms-down and took a moment to breathe, before looking back at Zenith through tired eyes.
"This emptiness inseyede you is not norm✯l, zenith"

Zenith snorted at him. He shook his head and snickered. "You think I don't know that Ryelam. I'm sorry that isn't what you wanted but its what it is."

"Eye sense ✯ sp✯rk in the d✯rkness, something more", he began to re-wrap his hands, "Eye intend to kindle this sp✯rk into ✯ mighty he✯rth"

Zenith sighed and kept shaking his head. "I guess the is no stopping you the. You seem way to driven for what I feel is a lost cause"

"Preceyesely", he nodded, a faint smile growing on his face, "✯ c✯use for the lost, perh✯ps, but f✯r from a lost c✯use"
He finished wrapping his hands and looked at Zenith. "You do not re✯leyes wh✯t you h✯ve undiscovered within yourself zenith"

"Well, what do you suggest I do to realize my potential then" Zenith hummed deciding to humor him "How shall I find this spark you say you see"

Ryelam smiled, closing his baggy eyes and putting his hands on his knees.
"It will be a somewh✯t ✯rduous process reyepe with treye✯l ✯nd error, but it is one we must undergo for you to he✯l"
He opened his eyes, the colourful array of folding colours in his irises bringing light to his tired pupils.
"Lets p✯int ✯w✯"

Zenith gave him an amused smile and rose to his feet. "Fine fine I will I will paint with you" He grabbed Ryelam's arm and pulled him to his feet. "But this is the last I'll warn you that this is a bad idea"

"Then eye suppose this is ✯lso the l✯st teyeme eye will f✯il to heed your w✯rnings" Ryelam smiled and stood up.
"Would you h✯ppen to h✯ve ✯ny sort of c✯nv✯s or bl✯nk surface to p✯int on"

Zenith looked around. "I mean there are a lot of walls, " He chuckled and shrugged. "and i'm not using them."

Ryelam smiled and put his hands together.
"Wonderful, eye ✯m cert✯in th✯t the presence of some person✯leyesed be✯uty will surely leyeghten up your d✯ys"
He stood over to a nice, big wall, and took out some colourful paints and brushes. He always kept them on him for emergencies such as these.
"Let your meyend flow free, ✯nd dr✯w wh✯tever your bloodpusher tells you to"
He laid out the selection of paints and handed Zenith a brush.

Zenith took the brush and twiddled it in his fingers. He took a breath, and dipped it in the red before wiping a stroke on the wall

As Zenith painted, Ryelam sat cross-legged on the ground, watching eagerly. Through a nearby open window, a red-winged butterfly flew in, and landed silently on one of his horns. He smiled softly.

Zenith looked at him out of the corner of his eye after making a random stroke. "aren't you going to paint as well?"

Ryelam leaned forward with a gentle smile. The butterfly slowly moved its wings, perched on a horn.
"If you wish, but eye do not w✯nt to influence your ✯rtistic direction"

"Please I have no artistic direction and I only agreed to this figuring it would be a partnered activity and not you just watching me dumble with the paint brush for an hour." Zenith snorted painting some random shapes and lines

Ryelam softly chuckled and stood up, picking up a brush of his own and moving to stand next to Zenith. He stood up slightly straighter than usual, making the height difference even more apparent. Taking some green paint, he drew a smooth green line, and added a couple leaves and some thorns onto it.
"First, feyend f✯mili✯rity," he placed the brush in the green paint pot and dipped two separate fingers into the indigo and violet pots, "then, use this f✯mili✯rity ✯s ✯ key to unlock imme✯sur✯ble potenti✯l"
Using his fingers, he started to paint the two-tone head of a flower. He hummed softly

Zenith watched him and raised an eyebrow before looking back at his red shapes "Whatever that means?" He painted some black lines over his red ones boardly

"✯rt is more th✯n idle colouring, zenith," Ryelam looked at the other mutantblood out of the corner of his eye, "Try ✯nd dr✯w from both experience ✯nd im✯gin✯tion, eye know you ✯re c✯p✯ble"

Zenith groaned "I ahve nothing of note in my experiences Ryelam" He looked at Ryelm Ryelam

Ryelam swept his fingers across the wall as he finger-painted his flower, "Surely th✯t is ✯ f✯bric✯tion, our c✯ste is not without its f✯ir sh✯re of streyefe"
Dipping a thumb into some yellow paint, he began to blend and add highlights to the stem.
"Do not let your experiences h✯unt you", he looked at Zenith, "Dr✯w be✯uty from them inste✯d"

Zenith looked at him for a second and took a breath. He set the paintbrush down and coated his fingers in gray paint. He began to paint what looked like a rat. he gave it a pink tail and feet than dotted it's eyes black. after he finished he coated his hand in red and slapped it over the middle of the image

Ryelam quietly watched Zenith, nodded.
"Very good, zenith", he said, stepping up to the wall and slapping some red paint over his flower, "There is ✯lways new leyefe to be found"
He gently finger-painted a colourful heart in his red blotch, detailing in some white ribs to make the red paint seem like an open cavity in the flower.
"There is ✯lways ✯ future, ✯lw✯ys hope, ✯lw✯ys love ✯nd h✯tred"
He looked at Zenith with a soft smile.
"Keep going"

"There is also finality" he said leaning against the wall next to his painting

"Every end is ✯lso ✯ beginning", he continued to paint, "Life, teyeme, love, p✯in, they do not ce✯se, they do not end"
He looked back at Zenith.
"✯nd neyether should you"

"And back to this again" he sighed and gazed at Ryelam. He stood there quietly for a number of moments. "My death is for the best trust me"

"De✯th is not wh✯t ends ✯ person", he shook his head, "Your leg✯cy will echo for ye✯rs to come, ✯nd the leyeght you bring to the world will bring hope to those who w✯lk your p✯th"

Zenith crossed his arms and sighed at him "Now you are just being ridiculous I am not going to leave a legacy Ryelam" he walked away from the wall

"Of course you ✯re, zenith", Ryelam walked next to him and put a not-painty hand on his shoulder.
"Eye will not be forgetting you ✯ny teyeme soon," he gave a soft smile, "But you just h✯vent been gr✯nted the ch✯nce to m✯ke ✯n imp✯ct yet"

He shook his head and shrugged his hand off. He walked to the bathroom silently and washed his hands off. He walked back out and flopped on the couch.

When Zenith came back from the bathroom, Ryelam was silently painting colourful lotus flowers sprouting from the rat. He had painted a red butterfly, perched on the rat's head.
"✯lterc✯tion to ✯ltern✯tion, shifting the floor bene✯th our feet ✯s we w✯nder our person✯l m✯zes"
He looked back at Zenith as he drew a petal.
"You ✯re ✯fr✯id, ✯rent you"

Zenith looked at him and almost laughed. "Now you are just being ridiculous Ryelam. Fear is why I don't envy those who enjoy life I have never been scared what in the would would make you think I am afraid, and what of?"

"You ✯re ✯fraid to p✯int, ✯re you not"
He gently added coloured speckles to the leaves.
"✯fr✯id of the p✯st ✯nd ✯fr✯id of wh✯t you h✯ve done"

Zenith looked at him for a second before turning his head to face a different wall. "I'm not afraid of what I ahve done I am simply not proud of it nor would I like to repeat it." He sat there for a moment "Do you know what I did?"

"Not with cert✯inty, but eye can surmise", he stood back, looking at the wall he had painted on, "Why did you kill him"

Zenith looked at Ryelam "I killed him because I felt like it" He watched Ryelam's painting "I killed my guardian out of boredom"

"Boredom, or desper✯tion", Ryelam looked over his shoulder, "Eye think you longed to feel something, ✯nything, ✯nd so you took desper✯te measures to ✯chieve it"

Zenith looked away from Ryelam and out a window "you're wrong" He stared at whatever was outside

A blue butterfly gently fluttered in through the window, flying over to land on one of Ryelam's horns.
"Eye underst✯nd th✯t this is uncomfort✯ble for you, eye will not pry much further", he started putting away his paints and brushes, "But we have m✯de great progress tod✯y"

Zenith didn't respond, he just stared out the window silently picking at his Palms

Ryelam took a cloth out of his pocket and used it to wipe the paint off of his hands. He stepped over to Zenith and sat next to him.
"Eye will le✯ve you be, soon", he said, "But tell me, wh✯t did you le✯rn today"

Zenith didn't look at him. "I learned that painting is not for me," He stood up "and that I am tired and feel like taking a nap."

Ryelam stood up, putting a gentle hand on Zenith's shoulder and turning him so that they were face-to-face. He softly held Zenith by the shoulders and smiled.
"Eye think you just h✯vent re✯leyesed the imp✯ct you h✯ve m✯de on yourself yet", he gave Zenith a kiss on the forehead, "Eye ✯m proud of you, everything will be ok✯y"

Zenith blinked at him. He jabbed Ryelam in the cheek and snorted. "And I thought I was the crazy one, but no it's definitely you."

Ryelam gave Zenith a tired smile and a nod, releasing his shoulders and joining his hands together.
"We ✯re both the cr✯zy ones ✯w✯", he gave a slight bow, "Until next teyeme, zenith"

"Goodbye Ryelam" Zenith gently pat his arm before walking into another room presumably his bedroom and shutting the door.

Ryelam smiled at Zenith as he walked away, standing still until he closed the door. He put out a finger for one of the butterflies on his horn to land on, and smiled at it as it did.
"Eye think th✯t went excellently, m✯xwell, dont you"
He put the butterfly back on his horn and finished gathering his things, before leaving the hive.

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