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By the time that Annalise got home, it was nighttime and she fully expected the furiously worried Aristotle who greeted her at the door.

“Where have you been?” her guardian demanded, hands placed delicately at her hips even as she scanned Annalise over.

With a knowing smirk, Annalise spread her arms open wide so that her guardian could do a “sneaky” complete body scan with her implants. A discreet pop came when it was through, but Aristotle hadn’t stopped chastising her the entire time.

“The Lady told us that you left hours ago and it certainly doesn’t take this long to get here. Why is your chip off?”

“You mean the tracking chip that you put in me without my permission?” Annalise pointed out before pretending to think it over. “Huh, however could that have managed to be turned off?” she asked snarkily, glancing around for her brother, not spotting him, she assumed that he was in her room, waiting for Aristotle to be finished with her before giving his own opinion on her disappearance.

“Annalise,” Aristotle barked, making Annalise glance back at her as the woman’s appearance morphed into a male one, larger than the slight female one. “You’ve been disappearing far too often lately. Where are you going?”

Annalise shrugged. “Who knows?” she suggested, having not stopped the entire time in her beeline for the stairs that led to the elevator. She hopped up one step, turning to Aristotle, who had followed her. “Maybe I’m part of a gang,” she teased him, grinning as he scowled. “Ooh, or maybe I’ve started a torrid love affair.” She hopped backwards up two steps once Ari stopped at the bottom. “I could be part of a secret anti-Seer organization. That’d be fun.” She hopped up another step. “Or I could be blackmailing someone, oh, or being blackmailed.” She whistled as she hopped up two more steps. “Can you imagine?”

She laughed. “Or I could just be going to museums and walking around the city, making sure everything’s good. Could be doing that.” She winked at Ari as the man began to shift back to a woman, an exasperated one. “Why do you always think the worst of me?” she asked in a simpering tone, batting her eyelashes.

“Maybe because you’re always up to something?” Ari suggested, taking a step up.

Annalise turned and jogged up the remaining stairs, ignoring Aristotle’s sigh. “Either way, I’m safe and sound and going to bed. Early day tomorrow!” she called over her shoulder, slipping into the elevator that would take her up to the living areas. Pressing her hand against the panel, she waited until prompted to choose which room she meant to enter. “Love you, night!”

“I’ll send dinner up,” Ari called quickly before the door slid closed.

Grinning at her reflection in the silver plated elevator wall, Annalise finger combed her silver hair, pulling it back into a low, loose ponytail. Squinting, she realized that she had a chocolate smudge on the corner of her mouth, obvious against her snowy complexion. Flushing even though no one was there to witness her embarrassment, she rubbed at the smudge until it was gone and fidgeted with her skirt. She hated the long elevator rides in their home. Unlike at the old lady’s place, the lower levels and, consequently, the living areas weren’t a straight shot down, instead shifting at an angle and at times even circling back. Which meant that the ride was far longer than it necessarily needed to be and couldn’t be made faster, even if Aristotle trusted anyone enough to let them into their home and see the true architecture.

Finally, after twenty-seven seconds, Annalise stepped out of the elevator, and into her personal room, side stepping a pile of clothes that she would have sworn hadn’t been that large when she’d left earlier that day. Spotting Green sitting in his favorite wicker chair, but choosing not to acknowledge her better half because she knew it would frustrate him, she dropped face down onto her bed. After nearly a full minute of silence, Green decided to speak, because it was clear she wasn’t going to.


Before he could even finish her name, Annalise held one finger up to him. “Shhh,” she said, her voice muffled by her pillows. “It was so nice and quiet. Don’t ruin it.”

Affronted, Green stood up at the foot of her bed. “Annalise!”

Before he could start on his speech about how inconsiderate she was being, how she had a duty to the City to stay safe if she wouldn’t do it for herself, or worse, his speech about how he and Ari worried when they didn’t know where she was and couldn’t contact her for hours, Annalise held a hand up. Rummaging through her bag with her other hand, she pulled out a small container to him.

“The old lady made fresh pastries for you. Don’t lecture me, and you’ll get them.”

Green faltered for a moment. “Fine,” he huffed, taking the container from her. Instead of leaving, as she had expected, he sat on the edge of her bed. Tucking his legs under himself, he laid back, setting the container on his stomach. “There is something I would like to talk to you about, however.”

Curious, Annalise turned onto her side and wiggled until she was lying beside him. “What about?” she asked, propping her head up with one arm.

“I was looking at the farms and—”

Annalise groaned. “I thought you meant something not Seer.”

“I do,” he said, tugging on her shirt before she could turn away from him. “Listen.”

Frowning, Annalise eyed him for a moment. He was serious, and not in his normal, business-like manner. He looked away from her when she squinted and she poked him in the side, careful to avoid where his shirt had ridden up. “Go on,” she prompted.

He looked at her again, his hazel eyes unsure until locking on hers. She nodded encouragingly and he smiled ruefully. “I was looking at the farms and was thinking about how that’s where you found me.”

“Oh,” Annalise said, her eyes wide. She glanced to the elevator, hoping for Aristotle to come in at that moment. She didn’t, so Annalise took a deep breath. “Um, what’s got you, uh, why—”

“Why now?” Green asked for her. She nodded. “Well, I talked to Ari about it before, and he always told me to just ask you. But, well, I know that you don’t like to think about it, so I didn’t. But, if there’s any chance that…”

She didn’t have to sync with him to know what he meant. If there’s any chance that my parents might be alive, I want to find them. She’d known he thought about it, how could she not when they shared the same mind at least half of their lives? And he knew that, aside from finding him, that night had been the worst night of her life, one that she never talked about even with Aristotle. Still, Green had a right to know, because it was his life. It was how they had come into Aristotle’s care, how the old Seer had found them. She just didn’t want to talk about it.

Because there wasn’t a chance.

“I just—” she started to tell him that she didn’t want to talk about it, but she couldn’t. She looked down at the container. “Share a pastry?” she suggested.

Frowning, Green opened the container. “Sure, of course,” he said, offering it to her.

She took the edge of one and offered him the other side, since she didn’t want to chance a syncing from touching the same part.

Still confused, Green took the other side and both of them twisted, making the party crumble into two parts. Green caught the lemon goop from the center before it fell and, because he got the smaller half, he decided it was his share and popped it into his mouth.

Taking advantage of his full mouth, Annalise started talking. “I didn’t actually find you in the farm,” she admitted. “I had a vision of a fire. It was my first vision and I saw you, being hidden by an Outer. You remember how when we were little there was a problem with the very outer edge of the City’s defense? There was a tiny, tiny hole. Only big enough to fit someone’s head or, well, a little kid. There were a bunch of City kids being traded for things like, like guns and pretty things. And sometimes Outer kids were traded by geneticists for water and food.

“Um, so you were traded, so were a bunch of others. But that time the traders were caught. The COPS interrupted and a lot of the kids were, uh.” Annalise swallowed. “Well, the COPS used the firewall to close the hole and…well, you get it.”

Green was staring at her in horror. “They…they set them on fire?”

Annalise nodded. “Um, and it covered the whole outer wall of the City, so anyone too close was also…” she stared at the lemon pastry in her hand, trying to decide if she wanted to eat it or not. Green’s half was already half-eaten and hung limply from his hand as he stared at her.

“Did…did the Seer know?”

“Yes,” Annalise answered softly. “They ordered it.”

“But did they know about the chil—”

“I said yes!” Annalise snapped, sitting up. “They saw the whole thing and that’s how they found us. I came because I knew I had to save you. The Seer was waiting for me to get to you, and Ari intercepted the plan or knew or something was there to make sure that they didn’t kill us to stay the Seer. I don’t know. She never explained it.”

Green was silent for a long time and Annalise avoided looking at him, choosing instead to focus on her flowered bedding. “I ran away with you and Ari found us in the Green Farm.”

“So my family…”

“If they were there, they died. If they weren’t, they traded you for food and water. Either way, all you have is me and Ari.”

Green frowned, but bit into his pastry. But they might still be alive, he thought, ignoring Annalise’s words. He could understand trading another mouth for food and water. If there was a big group of the Outers, chances were that his parents hadn’t been among the traders. He doubted the traders would have had to sell any of their own. Still, knowing how Annalise felt about the entire situation, he kept his mouth shut. She had been given up to the geneticists when she was small by her parents, who’d needed the money.

He wasn’t going to abandon her, no matter what she thought. “Are you sure you don’t want to hear my new lecture about safety? I wrote it today. If it doesn’t make you more considerate of all I do for you, nothing will.”

Annalise shoved him. “All you do for me?” she laughed.

“Oh yes. I ate all of Ari’s latest attempt at gimchi so that you wouldn’t have to attempt it cold. And since I’m not the one who avoids ‘Understanding Cultures and Your Ethnicities’ night, I’m pretty sure it isn’t for my benefit.”

“Woah, woah. But who ate all of the, uh what was that weird octopus thing?”

“The pulpo a la gallega? I wanted to try that.”

“Trust me, you didn’t,” Annalise assured him. “It was chewy and horrible.”

Green sighed. “Your lacking in a taste for cultured cuisine makes my life much harder than you ever seem to recognize,” he sniffed.

“Okay then. I’ll just tell Ari that you’d love to try anything she wants to cook up.”

“Let’s not go that far.”

Next part of Chapter Four: Rich

Next part of Seer: Chapter Five
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When the door opened, Annalise smiled winningly at the person on the other side.

“Ah, Annalise,” the wizened old woman said, stepping to the side so that the girl could enter. “I just found something else I thought you might like.”

“What’s that?” Annalise asked, closing the door behind her and taking the elderly woman’s arm to help her walk more easily.

“I found an armory in this latest capsule.”

“Ooh,” Annalise crooned, a bit of extra bounce coming to her step. “What type?” she asked hopefully. She was looking for a specific piece to finish the weaponry timeline she had begun in the museums.

Knowing that, the old woman smiled at her. “I haven’t checked very far. You know my body’s not what it used to be.”

Annalise made a face, biting her lip. It was a battle not to remind the woman that it could be if she would only use some of her fortune to regain her eyesight and to pause the degeneration of her body. The woman knew that and actively chose not to do any of that, saying that it went against nature to defy the body’s biology.

“Has Wombat been around?” she asked hesitantly, never sure when was a good time to mention the woman’s only child. At times, the woman seemed to remember him, but at others, it was a guessing game. Even when she did remember him, it was up in the air whether it would be favorable. As far as Annalise could tell, there had been a period when Wombat had betrayed his mother’s trust and hurt her deeply, though things seemed to have been patched up since then.

“Of course,” the woman replied offhandedly. “He’s here now, somewhere. He thinks I don’t know when he stays to check up on me. I’m old, not stupid.”

Annalise laughed. “I’m sure he doesn’t think you’re stupid,” she assured the woman, helping her to her normal seat.

Once she was settled, Annalise started toward the kitchen. “Coffee now or later?” she asked, walking backwards so that she faced the woman.

“Now, I think. I’m sure you’re excited for the rifle and capsule, though, so I’ll get it myself.” She cut off Annalise when she started to argue. “Hush. I may be old, but I’m not incapable of getting my own coffee. Go get my boy and he’ll show you the new capsule. Just know when you’re done I have some fresh lemon pastries for you to take home for that brother of yours.”

Holding back a smile at the woman’s antics, Annalise nodded. “I hope you have some cookies for me too.”

“Greedy girl,” the woman teased before waving Annalise off.

Laughing, Annalise went to the elevator. She wouldn’t admit it, but she was glad that the woman had decided to let her go on her own. It wasn’t that she didn’t have the time, or that she didn’t want to be with her, but she was feeling a little antsy since the new capsule was mentioned. She never got to see the capsules before the woman and wombat had combed through them, and though she trusted the woman, she knew for a fact that Wombat was the type to hide some things and sell them.

So she knew that he was down with the capsule if he was in the house. The ride to the capsule recovery chambers was a quick, three second drop down seven levels. It always left Annalise a little light headed, but she quickly got over it, shaking her head lightly and looking around. If I were a new capsule, where would I be?

The search was short-lived, because before she could even take a step, she heard a loud crash followed by Wombat’s cursing. How about there. Wombat hadn’t stopped cursing by the time she had crossed the metal bridges and rounded the stairs to get to the capsule. It was clear he was trying not to be found, because there were no lights on inside of the capsule and the linking bridge between the capsule’s opening and the dock was disconnected. Honestly, with the capsule at the awkward angle and the walkway so high above it, she would never have found him if he hadn’t been so loud.

For a moment, she tried to determine how he had managed to get into the capsule, but saw that there was a thick chain tying the capsule to the tower dock. It was better than a rope ladder, given the links were large enough for her to fit her fingers between them to keep her grip, and so she quickly made her way down it. It never occurred to her that she could have simply used the control panel to link the capsule up.

The step down from the chain, to the capsule was shaky. It wasn’t surprising that Wombat was waiting for her, given how her every move on the chain made the capsule jerk. She almost tripped up, but he grabbed hold of her as if he were worried that she would fall, which she doubted. She gripped his shoulders as he turned and placed her on her feet in the capsule.

“What are you doing here?” he demanded, and she gave him a pointed look.

“Your mama’s giving me the rifle today,” Annalise answered, looking around the capsule. The woman had been right. This was an armory, an armory made entirely of sniper rifles and ammunition. She had a feeling that it was her lucky day. From the looks of things, if she were going to find a sniper rifle anywhere inside the City, it would be in this capsule.

“You could pay her, you know,” Wombat sneered, and Annalise completely ignored him. She wasn’t taking advantage of his mother. The woman wanted to give away most of the relics of the violent past and when Aristotle had offered to pay her for indulging in Annalise’s weaponry collection, the woman had been incredibly insistent that they take whatever Annalise wanted, free of charge. Besides, how was she to pay her? The old woman had purposely never given Annalise or Ari her name or credit information.

Even Wombat’s name was false and, despite having all the records of the City, she still didn’t really know who they were, other than the descendants of one of the Founders of the City. Beyond that, there was absolutely no record. It was as though they didn’t really belong to the City. The Green part of her mind wondered why the woman’s ancestors would have filled a capsule with these weapons and then hidden it away. This wasn’t the same as finding a few weapons here and there in the other capsules, or the few that had been full of decorative weaponry. These were meant to be used.


But it didn’t matter, Annalise convinced herself, because those ancestors were long dead and whatever they’d been planning was long forgotten.

Next part of Chapter Three: Rich

Next part of Seer: Chapter Four

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Green woke with a start, his hand tightly clenched in his shirt and sweat soaking his forehead. The dream he’d had was so bizarre that he didn’t even want to try remembering it. Not hearing the comforting whir of Ari’s sanitation tiles made him aware that he wasn’t at home. He sat up in the bed and tried to remember where he was

Annalise was sitting on a chaise, waiting for Green to wake, “Feeling better?” she asked the boy, scrutinizing him closely. Although she had been around him a lot less in the last few years than their previous ones, she still knew to be wary when he awoke with a start and not to pry too much. So even though she wondered what had jerked him awake, she didn’t ask, knowing he would tell her if it was of importance.

 Green dropped his head into his hands, feeling very hazy. “I’m fine, it’s jus’ the usual post-split reactions,” he mumbled, feeling a bad headache coming on. He glanced up at Annalise, then did a double-take. “Are you alright?” he asked with a shocked tone. “You don’t quite seem... your usual self,” he said, referring to her position.

She had her arms around her knees and was hugging them to her body closely, almost as if she were afraid. She clearly didn’t realize that was what her position conveyed, or she would have immediately changed positions to one that conveyed a great sense of self and power. No one, not even Green, was allowed to know how much she really was scared of since their Dreams had taken a dark turn.

Annalise tilted her head, “What do you mean?” she asked him, before catching a glimpse of herself in a nearby mirror. Not breaking eye contact with the man, she immediately changed her position to cross-legged, sitting straight up, in a position that showed the world that she needed no help from others. 

Silently daring Green to comment, she pretended that moment of vulnerability never happened as she tilted her head back to stare at the ceiling, “So, should we be getting along, or is there anything we need to converse about?’ 

“ ‘Getting along’ sounds great, actually,” Green replied, crawling off of the bed and stretching. He acted as if he hadn’t seen any vulnerability at all, knowing bad things could happen if he did.  

Annalise nodded, leaping to her feet and stretching her back in an arch. “See you ‘round then,” she said, as if she didn’t live with him, before walking towards the door to leave.

Green reached out in half an attempt to stop her. “W-wait up there a moment, Annalise, we need to discuss a couple of details about the party, right? We can’t go putting that off for too long.” 

Annalise jerked away when his hand was too close to her. He knew better than to touch her unless he wanted them to have a quick sync. Considering she had only just lost her own headache, she didn’t want to share his or any of his thoughts on the party until she absolutely had to. That was his job.

“Fine. Start talking,” she said, sitting back down on the chaise with a sigh. “I have somewhere to be.”

Green hesitated, wondering if she really had another engagement or if she was still avoiding him because of their fight over the Dreams. “W-well, we have to agree on several food choices, pick some sort of theme to put the minds of the construction workers to rest and, um, other stuff,” he said and rubbed the back of his head. 

Annalise laughed, “Wow, and stuff,” she said in a mocking tone. She shook her head and glanced towards the only window, outwardly a one-way mirror. She watched the few stragglers walking around, aimlessly. She frowned, wondering for a moment how long they had been sleeping. She shook the thought from her mind and turned her attention back to the man who stood with her. Seeing how flustered he looked, and feeling bad about it, she tried to be a bit more accommodating. “Um...I dunno...just regular food, ya know? Maybe things that people would enjoy eating but don’t, I guess.” 

Green thought for a moment. “Squid? I heard it chews like rubber. Um, alligator meat, ostrich eggs, cow brains, stuff like that,” he asked with a totally straight face. 

Annalise stared at Green in horror, “Have you ever eaten those things before?” she asked, then shook her head, “Not that it matters, but if you haven’t, I’m convincing Ari to give you a big plate of just those things. But NO. I was thinking more along the lines of fresh fruit, salad,” she made a face as she said the next food item, “Chicken. Things like that from the Agro-building that they can’t afford too much of.” 

“I haven’t tried those things, no. I was trying to think of things that people would enjoy eating but don’t. However, finger sandwiches, salad, and chicken sound just lovely!” Green exclaimed, slapping his hands together. “Now, onto the theme. I guess, with your food choices, it should probably be a more Victorian era sort of theme, fancy, but not ridiculous. Any other suggestions, comments or input?”  

“You aren’t being serious, are you?” she asked, staring at the man in bemusement. He raised his eyebrows questioningly in response. “No. Not fancy, definitely not ridiculous. More of a normal casual thing. It’ll ease the people’s fear and tension and make it easier to persuade them.”

Green slumped and crossed his arms. “That isn’t a lot of fun. If we constantly stick with ‘normal’ and ‘casual’ things, the people might not give us the due respect that we, well, I deserve in the Party-Throwing Department. They’ll think we’re lame, unimaginative shlubs,” he whined, adding the perfect pout at the end.  

Annalise threw her head back in one of her very few true laughs, not of spite, but humor.  “And your point is?” she asked before she looked at him, “We want them comfortable. When we have a party with directors of whatever, then you can plan it whatever way you want. We want the constructors to see that we’re like them, although we aren’t. We have to gain their trust and feeding them cow brains, ostrich eggs, alligator meat and squid is not going to do that. Let’s keep that for the Rich people who enjoy the spectacle.”

Green groaned, though he knew what she said was the truth. “Fine, have it your way,” he mumbled and hit the side of his head. “I’ll hang out in a corner moping and whimpering as our image doesn’t improve.”

Annalise laughed again and almost reached out to hug Green, before getting herself back in check. The touch would only sync them and while they used to do that when they were kids, they weren’t anymore. It had been both of them who’d decided to cut back their syncing to only when they were fusing. They liked the modicum of privacy it gave them. She would be rude to touch him and sync now, right after they’d de-fused.

“Yes, okay. Laugh all you want, but scoot on out of here before we’re seen together. Who knows what kind of rumors might crop up if people see us,” he said, making a little shooing motion with his hands as he also headed towards the door. 

“Your point being?” She asked, looking at Green through her curtain of cyan hair. He gave her a look she knew too well. They both knew she was the one most worried about what others thought about them being seen together. Only her paranoia led to the conclusion that seeing the two of them together at the broadcast building would lead to people finding out that they were the Seer and an ultimate crumbling of society creating an anarchy movement. Nevermind that no one aside from Ari and the previous, dead, Seers knew that the Seer was created by a syncing of two people. Nevermind that no one would look twice at the Seer’s assistant’s children being there.

She sighed, knowing how little he worried about the possibility. Moving towards a different exit that only she ever used, she gave him a mock salute. “I guess seeya sometime,” she said, slipping through the exit and out of the room. 


Green grinned as Annalise departed. “Later,” he corrected even though she couldn’t hear him, and then walked right out of the main exit.

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Next part of Seer: Chapter Three
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Green paced around in the hallway before the soon-to-be-live studio, trying to banish his impatience. He looked for logical reasons why the person he was waiting for was late, though, deep down he knew there was no serious reason. She just liked to upset him.

“Maybe she slept in and now she’s rushing as fast as she can to get here,” he tried to reason with himself, then paused and thought about it. “No, she doesn’t sleep this late. Maybe she slipped on the glossy steps of... She doesn’t fall.” Green bit his lip, trying to out-do his impatience with false worry. He resumed his pacing seconds later, unable to halt this twitch.

Finally, the one on whom he had been waiting entered through the staff door, slinking causally behind him. He didn’t notice her even as she mimicked his pacing, smirking as his actions became more irritated. When he looked to his time implant, she finally gave up on her shenanigans.

“You know you could always just go into one of these meetings on your own,” she teased before leaning back against the wall, waiting for his expected explosion at her extreme lateness. Annalise didn’t even attempt to give a reason for her tardiness. As usual, she didn’t have one and they both knew that without communicating.

Green spun to face her. “You!” he shouted before he could stop himself. She simply gave him the same wide smile she always did when attempting to get to him. Willing, as always, to allow him to work himself into a fit, she waited him out.

His eyes widened and he quickly turned away in shame, trying to force himself to calm down. He shuddered and tried again. “You’re late again, Annalise. I would truly appreciate it if you were to be more prompt when it comes to the citizens. I deal with your attitude and your personality enough at home, but I cannot tolerate it when you snub the people in such a way!”

She raised her eyebrows. “Don’t we have a newscom to give?”

Green gritted his teeth, forcibly unclenching his fists. He took a deep breath and turned again to face the woman. “Let us get this over with as fast as possible,” he said and held up his hand, waiting for the amused woman to do like-wise.

Annalise smiled slightly at seeing the man she saw as a brother try to calm himself, however, she held in her laughter as she nodded sharply to his request, knowing that there was a limit to how far she could push him. She didn’t want to have another case of them being incapable of syncing because he was so upset with her. She gave pause for a moment, looking the man over to determine where his thoughts were before she too, held up her hand.

When their hands met, a great force pulled them together and they felt as if their very atoms were rearranging themselves. Used to it, neither screamed as they had their first times, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t painful. It was painful every time, the rewriting of their bodies to combine into their new, shared one. The lack of oxygen hit them hard and as one, they tried to catch their breath, the shared action completing their synchronization. When they were able to see again, it was from one line of vision. The usual immediate side-effects of the fusion (disorientation, claustrophobia, migraines and an open mind) were more difficult to deal with this time, most likely due to their fight.

Annalise started to apologize, but the thought traveled faster than her intentions and Green waved it away with ease, their body relaxing a bit and the migraine fading to a dull throb.

It’s fine, Annalise. Save your comments for later. We’re late, Green thought.

Annalise merely nodded—or rather, her mind seemed to. With her controlling their body, as she had the most control of their motor functions directly after a sync, she led them out of their private room to the camera room and the adjoined stage. She could feel Green in the body with her, a presence that was always there. Sometimes it irritated her, sometimes it scared her, and at times, it even embarrassed her. At this particular moment, their closeness made her feel a tendril of happiness slide through her. She disliked Green being able to feel that as well, since she wasn’t sure how he would interpret it.

Green’s response, as usual, was neutral, which Annalise attempted to mimic but never did well. He was in one of his moods where he set his whole concentration onto one thing. That thing this time was the weather forecast and the updates about the festival that was going to take place to honor the several men and women who founded the city.

Partly cloudy, possible showers, the sun shines by noon, clear the rest of the day. Annalise supplied him when it seemed that he had misplaced the information.

Good, I was planning on dinner with the festival committee members for us. I was hoping to do it in the open-air pavilion, Green stated, informing Annalise of the plans that she knew the moment he thought about them.

Annalise’s mind seemed to be mulling over the thought, before replying Sure, why not? in an almost sarcastic tone, More fun, being stuck with you throughout a dinner with a bunch of boring stupid people. Fun...

Green found that strange, though he didn’t comment on it. The festival committee always seemed to raise her spirits, so for her to be disinterested was a change he wasn’t sure how to interpret. He started to question it, but she cut him off before he could.

So, let’s go on and get these announcements over with, her voice told Green, echoing through their one head with the force of it. Whatever was bothering her, she didn’t want to tell him about it, so he decided not to pry.

Green took brief control over them, mentally smirking at Annalise, who whined about it being unfair for him to fully control their body. They looked up into the ready camera with an equally ready, yet rather small, smile on their oval shaped, olive face. The cameraman began recording the live broadcast. “Good morning, citizens...” Green started the announcements in their steady, neutral voice.

So, you finally got that awful weapon? Green mind-asked Annalise, putting the body on semi-auto-pilot. The Seer continued to give the citizens of The City their daily announcements of weather, Founders festival progress, an update of The City’s most wanted criminals, reminders of curfew for the System’s children, and notes to the museum’s newest upcoming exhibit on the Memory Stone of Ancient Civilizations.

Annalise’s mind sputtered, making the Seer blink twice in quick succession before she too put all control to their queue. Embarrassed about her lack of control for a moment before remembering he could see all of her thoughts, she blanked the emotion away. Yeah, it’s actually a pretty interesting specimen. Apparently they used it in their wars a few centuries back. Checking to make sure the broadcast was still going, and there was enough concentration left for this, she showed him the image. It was what their ancestors called a ‘rifle’ with a long barrel. Much outdated in terms of technology, but a fine specimen of old warfare.

And it’s not awful, it’s a fine artifact of our violent past! she replied, somewhat hotly at her male counterpart.

It may be a wonderful relic, but it is not a good weapon. Destructive, chaotic, almost uncontrollable. How did our ancestors even survive, anyways? With all of the things that they surrounded themselves with, I’m surprised we made it far enough to realize how reckless that stuff was... And to develop more controllable things. Green argued, before taking back control of their body. “Have a wonderful day, my citizens. And prepare for the best festival that you’ve ever attended,” Green said and the camera ended the recording.

Annalise sighed, Oh well, whatever you say, Green-boy. A flash of amusement from Green hit her before he could pull it back and she bristled. Let’s get out of here. You are way too close to me right now, she thought snippily as she took over the body.

She led their body to their back room, the one exclusive to them and their guardian, Aristotle. Once safely inside of the room, Annalise led them to the bed there. Against her will, she could feel their body’s cheeks reddening at the thought of having to be on the bed to “deconstruct”. Hoping that Green was once again in his little world, she lay the body onto the bed.

Well, hopefully we’ll be able to stay awake this time, he thought to her, making it clear that he was entirely too aware of her thoughts, or at the very least, experiencing the same discomfort. It was strange, the way the two of them had begun to see each other as separate entities, rather than the other half of their whole. That recognition made some of their interactions a bit strained and needlessly awkward as of late. The further recognition that Annalise was attracted, in some way, to males, especially slender ones with darker skin and hair was what made their bed sharing uncomfortable in ways it had never been before, regardless of their sibling bond.

She pulled her mind as far from him as she could without starting the separation and tried to get their body comfortably in the center of the bed so that neither would fall off when there were two. Despite Green’s comment, neither had any high hopes to stay awake, considering they never could once they defused.

They weren’t quite sure why they could fuse, nor why it was only with each other. The previous Seer had never explained any of it to them and they weren’t even sure that they’d known. They were positive, however, that the fusing took a lot of power out of their individual bodies, which was only felt when they separated. Thus the reason the bed was there, so they could sleep off the after-effects of the defuse.


Although, as always, it took extreme effort, the two pushed the others body away from their own. Unlike fusing, defusing was less painful physically, but always left them feeling bereft. To go from knowing a person’s every thought, feeling their every breath and then to go back to being a singular rather than a plural was hard on their minds. But when it was over, the two were lying beside each other on the bed, their hands still connected. They could only keep their eyes open long enough to glance at each other before their lids became too heavy to keep open and with that, they fell asleep.

Next part of Chapter 1: Rich

Next part of Seer: Chapter 2 


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