Page 107 of Knot Their Omega

“You’re both legally under that name, yes?”

“Yes.”

“Then why should I call you something completely different?” She sounds annoyed. “That’s you conditioning your little brother. That’s a form of spoiling.”

I stare back at her as those very words resonate in my mind.

“Yes…” I finally answer.

“Which isn’t acceptable, especially if you’re the senior,” she huffs. “Nate and Nate, Jr. it is. He doesn’t like it, well, too bad. He can go back to his fake identity when you’re abroad again,” she summarizes like it’s a decision everyone will agree with because she proclaimed it.I like that…a lot.“And Ghost singer as in… you’re the voice of Blooming Salvation?”

“Bingo,” I declare.

“Nate, Jr. doesn’t sing?” She questions in horror and looks to Icarus as if she’s truly baffled by the news.

“He sings but not strongly,” Icarus reveals. “He’s inexperienced yet has been pursuing this dream for as long as he can remember. He got serious when his sis passed, and well… here we are, about to go on tour.”

“But… how the fuck did he pull that off?” She questions in shock and looks my way. “You’re telling me your little brotheris a lead singer of a band, yet your vocals are on those records? Like… how does that even work for lives?”

“Well, to be frank, we haven’t tested that theory,” I confess, though I’m already taken away by how she’s so emotionally invested in something that shouldn’t even trouble her.Why does she even care?“Wanna know why it became like this?”

She’s all in on this because she’s bobbing her head swiftly in encouragement.

“My brother was complaining that he wasn’t getting any auditions and shit. This was before I decided to go abroad. He was convinced that the industry was too hard, and when Nate complains, it’s a constant nagging that gets into your damn soul. I was tired of him repeating shit, so I recorded the song he was using for the audition and submitted it,” I reveal and shrug. “Got a call back no less than eight hours. Fucking twelve in the morning, asking to come in for an audition at eight am sharp.”

“Talk about a way to make a point,” she notes but her eyes are glimmering with excitement. “Continue.”

I smirk at her obvious joy with this storytelling.

“I went in, slayed the audition, and got it. When I got home, I rubbed it in his face and was going to forgo the opportunity because I wasn’t going to cancel my plans to go abroad just to be a part of some band. They ended up calling my brother, assuming there was a typo in the spelled names, and I decided to back off ‘cause I wasn’t interested in being a part of a band.”

At the time, it felt like I hit two birds with one stone. Nate got his lead singer career, and I got to ditch the world and embark on my own journey.

“Not to say I don’t enjoy music creation and singing, but at that time, I wasn’t in the mindset.” Those times were dark.Too dark.I needed a distraction. Not a career that would require me to show up in the world.

“What did you go abroad to do?” She asks.

My smile only widens.

“Tattooing.”

She gawks at me.

“You went to another country to become a tattoo artist?”

I bet she thinks I’m bullshitting her.I’m not.

“Where are the tattoos?”

“On me?” I ask her and chuckle lowly. “Everywhere, but I don’t mind being stripped down so you can see all of them yourself.”

“I-I-I didn’t say that!” she whines and is a flustered mess. “Ugh! It’s too hot.” She wiggles out of Icarus’s hold before he can protest.

I can tell he doesn’t like not holding her, but he doesn’t protest against it either. I figure I should wrap up this storytelling for all of our sakes.

I’m getting far too horny with how this woman is check-marking every box in the Omega standard department.

Every fucking one.

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