so bye, bye, miss american pie - perse

[perse]

i wanted pomegranates— i wanted darkness— i wanted him. She has no such supernatural senses, reads little into the boy’s body. His words, though, chime heavy as church bells, and the name still echoes in her skin. She remembers a touch, soft, a silver muzzle. She hadn’t had a name then – or if she had, she had forgotten it. There had been fear, in her upbringing, though she’d never known what for. (For exactly what had come to pass.) The only body she truly knows is His – tombstone gray (most of the time), beautiful. But even as well as she knew that body she could never read Him, He was written in a language she could not decipher, the language of cosmos and black holes, ancient magic and slaughter. He asks for a name. She can give him that much, even as she still eyes him warily, her past knocking at the door, a call she isn’t sure she should answer. “Perse,” she says, letting him step closer even as her skin prickles. p e r s e ------------------------------cordis x spyndle