Sub was Epi’s Under. Sub was Epi’s lover. Sub fidgeted restlessly, defended from the sunshine that made Epi glow.
If it’s so beautiful, why does Epi keep hiding it from me?
“It’s to protect you, Sub,” he said, looking immensely radiant and charming. He would talk to her of the beautiful world called Outside and all the things that comprised it. He would say they were dangerous, but Sub always imagined they were beautiful.
There were also moments when he could be cold.
There was once when Sub’s Unders were injured. Epi had been indifferent. “I am too large to worry about such minutiae,” he said. His smooth vast being did not reflect any sign of the turmoil of the Unders.
Well, I’m the one who holds him in place, seethed the upset Sub. I’ll show him who really controls this relationship.
Sub saw her opportunity when Epi was about to stretch. On impulse, she let go.
Epi ruptured. A large metal intruder penetrated Epi and let Sub glimpse the blinding white of Outside. It was so amazing, that Sub retracted hastily, feeling the burning rays of the world beyond Epi.
“I hope you’re happy, Sub,” wept the wounded Epi.
His scars were eventually healed and he was granted a new face. But he never forgave Sub.
“I’m tired of you controlling me!”
“I am created to control my Unders,” said Epi, coldly. Sub stayed silent.