[ Alecto repeats, trying out the words on her tongue, seeing how they taste. The birds are long gone -- she remembers that. This one is dead, too, and strange. She can tell by how he holds himself, someone who can see and cannot. It is a new way of being, for her, or perhaps a very old one, like an ancient word in a long-forgotten language.
John seems happy to see him. That makes sense. He seems like the type of thing John would love. ]
You named him, too?
[ There is something Alecto needs to understand. There is something she ought to remember. It is a human thing, distant from her, and for once, she tries to reach for it. But still, she cannot find it, and she can feel her flesh grow warm with anger.
She reaches for the bird, instead. She latches on to the thing called a wrist, and raises it high. ]
Where are your wings? Where are all the other birds?
cw: dysfunctional relationships
[ Alecto repeats, trying out the words on her tongue, seeing how they taste. The birds are long gone -- she remembers that. This one is dead, too, and strange. She can tell by how he holds himself, someone who can see and cannot. It is a new way of being, for her, or perhaps a very old one, like an ancient word in a long-forgotten language.
John seems happy to see him. That makes sense. He seems like the type of thing John would love. ]
You named him, too?
[ There is something Alecto needs to understand. There is something she ought to remember. It is a human thing, distant from her, and for once, she tries to reach for it. But still, she cannot find it, and she can feel her flesh grow warm with anger.
She reaches for the bird, instead. She latches on to the thing called a wrist, and raises it high. ]
Where are your wings? Where are all the other birds?