Once upon a time,
there was a peculiar little girl with shiny black hair.
She had eyes of deepest emerald green that seemed to hold a million secrets and were wise well beyond their years.
No one knows for sure of the where about she sprang from, but the rumor around town is that
she was born, legs long, from the swollen dew stuck to a dead crow's eye during last season's famine.
Only one sensed the nature of her true origin, and the light that outshined even him. But it mustn’t be thought that he was dark. For underneath the bits of string, under the smears and stains, somewhere past the strange smells – somewhere under all of this there was a shimmer of something majestic. A majesty that only the little girl sensed, in return, in secret.
These were two who had, quite literally, shared a spine in another life and who had, by chance, been rebirthed, seperate, but together.
It was little wonder then, how the aches in her back twisted her up. Twisted her down, tangled her around into a shape that, if viewed with eyes half closed, almost clearly resembled his hands. The only reminder of their life once shared was a slight tingling sensation she would experience crawl slowly down that very back-bone on the odd occasion.
But if every occasion is an odd one with these creatures that are not human and these humans who are not creatures. These pain-remembers, she thought, if only the skin would break I might remember...
She snuck into a dark crawlspace below the home of a pale sociopath, looking for his trace among the wet boxes kept in storage.
There had once been gifts here that he’d promised he would bring her: a gold heart-shaped locket containing a severed tip of finger, and a doll house occupied by a tiny demon which leered out the windows with the mask of a clown, and more importantly, a small something which he promised would beat and pulse and stay warm even in the rain.
But she wouldn't think about that now. No time. Wearily, she crawled deeper into the dark room.
"All things are possible - even in nightmares", she reminded herself, as she spotted and reached for the small red box...
No one knows for sure of the where about she sprang from, but the rumor around town is that
she was born, legs long, from the swollen dew stuck to a dead crow's eye during last season's famine.
Only one sensed the nature of her true origin, and the light that outshined even him. But it mustn’t be thought that he was dark. For underneath the bits of string, under the smears and stains, somewhere past the strange smells – somewhere under all of this there was a shimmer of something majestic. A majesty that only the little girl sensed, in return, in secret.
These were two who had, quite literally, shared a spine in another life and who had, by chance, been rebirthed, seperate, but together.
It was little wonder then, how the aches in her back twisted her up. Twisted her down, tangled her around into a shape that, if viewed with eyes half closed, almost clearly resembled his hands. The only reminder of their life once shared was a slight tingling sensation she would experience crawl slowly down that very back-bone on the odd occasion.
But if every occasion is an odd one with these creatures that are not human and these humans who are not creatures. These pain-remembers, she thought, if only the skin would break I might remember...
She snuck into a dark crawlspace below the home of a pale sociopath, looking for his trace among the wet boxes kept in storage.
There had once been gifts here that he’d promised he would bring her: a gold heart-shaped locket containing a severed tip of finger, and a doll house occupied by a tiny demon which leered out the windows with the mask of a clown, and more importantly, a small something which he promised would beat and pulse and stay warm even in the rain.
But she wouldn't think about that now. No time. Wearily, she crawled deeper into the dark room.
"All things are possible - even in nightmares", she reminded herself, as she spotted and reached for the small red box...
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