[private] lost to the way we were

[peregrine jude]

peregrine jude

i glow pink in the night in my room

They have death in common—of course they do. Sochi, wearing death like a cloak upon her back, facing off with Jude, chasing death as an ouroboros. Both women tangled and feral in their own ways, matching grace with gluttony and vice versa.

The moon casts pale light and beckoning shadows. The silver dapples sway and blink as the wind rushes past the branches of the trees. The hiss of the leaves pairs nicely with the flicker of light floating back and forth across Sochi’s face—Jude knows that she will remember all of these little details, every individual hair and twitch of her nose. It is like love at first site but a little off, bloodied and misunderstood.

How do I become like that?

There Sochi sits in all of her beautiful certainty, opening the door to an entire second life. To a magic Jude craves.

“May I come closer?” this she murmurs even as she delicately picks her way to the tiger. Her voice tilts up and down in its reverence and sensuality. “What’s it like? Being a predator?”

i've been blossoming alone over you

@[sochi]