Aphid Cho-Arrim

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Aphid Cho-Arrim

nonbinary . 21 . they/them


"Eat The Rich, and also bugs."

Rebirth Who loves you? I am loved by all those who meet me... Well, except for those who don't. "...!" A stuttering inhale. Once. Twice. Third times' a charm. A deep breath returns the first sense. The smell of sweat, and mint. The second sense comes quickly as the mint smell mixes into an invigorating menthol zest within their mouth. These senses brings more attention to nerves as alarm bells are sent to the brain. Sweat means danger. Mint is for healing. 'Survive. Wake up!' The third sense awakens as one set of eyes open to a world far too bright. Shifting shapes swimming in elusive forms contort all around them. The movements seem unfamiliar and scary. The set of eyes squint, then blink rapidly, trying to seek some relief from the glare. A hairless brow knits in distress before a larger shadow looms close enough to block out the jarring vision. A lilied perfume, sweet and familiar. Calming. Safety. The body draws in another breath, seeking more. 'We know this scent', the body recalls. 'We know you. We love you'. Two more sets of eyes peel open. The dark shape solidifies into the visage of a woman, hovering close. She's been crying. Amethyst crystals shine, polished brighter with her tears. Thick black waves scatter across her shoulders, obscuring portions of her beautiful face. 'Our Mother. Our Rose. It's alright.' The fourth sense comes alive with the internal desire to comfort their mother. Red limbs twitch. One set of limbs press against the ground for support, while the second set reach for her. Small red hands part the curtains of silky black to reveal lips swollen from worried biting. A finger traces the single beauty mark just below. A playful smirk dances across identical lips with a nearly identical mark below them. "Well, aren't you pretty?" They feel the rumble of their own voice just shortly before their fifth sense, sound, returns to them. The voice is deeper than before. Above them Rose calls out. 'Ah, she's calling for us. Aphid. That's our name.' Aphid smiles. Warm brown skin parts in a full grin that stretches the length of their elongated face.