[ Alecto knows that smile. It is the saltwater creature's first language, the language of the eyes and lips and teeth. The child is a servant. The child is angry.
The child loves.
Alecto understands, or at least, she thinks she does. She loves John, and he loves her. She picked him to change, and now she is the one changed. Hurt, though. Now that's an idea. Alecto's spine hurts, her wrists hurt, her feet hurt. Her body is a hideous labyrinth, and Alecto is too big for it. She is suffocating, all the time. ]
Yes.
[ A confession. A breath. The monster tips her head towards the sky, and sighs. ]
He made me a hideousness. [ she looks back at the child. ] You cannot tell? You are hideous, too.
cw: discussion of past violation of bodily autonomy
The child loves.
Alecto understands, or at least, she thinks she does. She loves John, and he loves her. She picked him to change, and now she is the one changed. Hurt, though. Now that's an idea. Alecto's spine hurts, her wrists hurt, her feet hurt. Her body is a hideous labyrinth, and Alecto is too big for it. She is suffocating, all the time. ]
Yes.
[ A confession. A breath. The monster tips her head towards the sky, and sighs. ]
He made me a hideousness. [ she looks back at the child. ] You cannot tell? You are hideous, too.