08-01-2016, 04:51 PM
Pray
There's a sad and lonely comfort
Father had hated them. He had taken no joy in the unique horror that the twin girls are. He had instead sent them here, before he had left. They are not quite sure if he had left because of them, but it will haunt them for days and weeks and months to come (had their birth been so terrible, so fearsome, that he could simply bear it no longer?).
But they have each other, at least. They will always have each other.
The two are as one. They share a body. It can almost be said that they share a mind. They are so similar, their thoughts nearly as in sync as their bodies. It must be as such, for certainly they would not survive otherwise.
Father sent us.
Their response to the man who approaches them is eerily harmonic, each girl chiming the words in clear, bright tones that echo the other’s far too closely for comfort. The stranger’s approach had not surprised them. Indeed, would surprise no one. With his hesitant step and blank gaze, he is nearly as odd as they.
Oh, not quite so. There is little that could truly rival them for sheer novelty. But he tries so very hard. It brightens their hearts, makes them peculiarly happy to see another strange thing in this world of the mundane.
They step close, bright smiles adorning each of their lips. And closer still. Their happiness can be heard in their voices.
I am Pray.
And Prey.
The one on the right speaks first, then the one with the wing (that strange, single wing that would never see the sky) in a voice nearly indistinguishable for the other.
Who are you? They echo the last in tandem, curiosity and bright jollity lacing that clear, resonant voice of theirs.
But they have each other, at least. They will always have each other.
The two are as one. They share a body. It can almost be said that they share a mind. They are so similar, their thoughts nearly as in sync as their bodies. It must be as such, for certainly they would not survive otherwise.
Father sent us.
Their response to the man who approaches them is eerily harmonic, each girl chiming the words in clear, bright tones that echo the other’s far too closely for comfort. The stranger’s approach had not surprised them. Indeed, would surprise no one. With his hesitant step and blank gaze, he is nearly as odd as they.
Oh, not quite so. There is little that could truly rival them for sheer novelty. But he tries so very hard. It brightens their hearts, makes them peculiarly happy to see another strange thing in this world of the mundane.
They step close, bright smiles adorning each of their lips. And closer still. Their happiness can be heard in their voices.
I am Pray.
And Prey.
The one on the right speaks first, then the one with the wing (that strange, single wing that would never see the sky) in a voice nearly indistinguishable for the other.
Who are you? They echo the last in tandem, curiosity and bright jollity lacing that clear, resonant voice of theirs.
in the hollow of your eyes
Prey
