Tuesday, September 1st
Day 93
EveningI do not bother to draw my form back together after I leave the Grindhouse, instead I remain as desert air drifting over the carnival, simply enjoying not being contained in human form for awhile. I did not look for Zann immediately after I left but I know perhaps only a day has past between then and now and
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Feel like I'm waltzing with someone and I'm only hearing a third of the notes, and I can't see their face; feel like I'm trying to fix the gears on a new machine blindfolded, and what I can touch I can handle but I don't know if something's going to come down and crush me. Someone fucking tell me something, okay ( ... )
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My eyes widen with surprise at her reaction, "Zann I told you I was supposed to see Kent this week. I couldn't find you so I was going to his house by myself when I saw you walking. The way you looked.." I pause, brows drawing together, "Worried me," I say slowly. "I wasn't even going to bother you, but when you didn't stop anywhere in town and then came here...Zann why are you here?" I say quietly, shivering and rubbing my arms as I look around.
"Are you okay?" I ask gently, looking around us again appearing a little more worried.
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"So you've been... what, following me since town?"
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My head snaps around to look at her, "You're here to see Kent? At a water tower?" I ask slowly, arching a brow, "Ohh right the devil lives here," I say smiling and shaking my head, "Well I guess he's not here then. Now If you were looking for Kent, I know he has a place in town, which is where I was going.." I say gesturing back towards town.
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I hear someone approaching, the thrum of her heart an engine in the quiet night.
Zann.
I would smile if I were wearing a body. And I can sense something else, the dry heat of the desert with the familiarity of my own pulse. Lilith has come, too. Well, this should be interesting.
I look down from the window and see them, small at the foot of the tower, and I take myself as a light breeze some few hundred feet from where they stand. And there I turn wind into flesh, as I become Kent once more.
I walk across the grass, letting my feet make noise as I go.
"Be not ashamed, women-your privilege encloses the rest, and is the exit of the rest;
You are the gates of the body, and you are the gates of the soul."
I speak clearly across the little space now between us, and the moonlight falls on my face as I move. We are all of us chiaroscuro tonight.
"Zann and Lily. Hello."
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I'm torn between saying one of two things--either Nah, you go on back, I'll meet you at his place in a bit, or else You followed me all the way out here in the dark, when you weren't coming here? And on the edge of that, unspoken, is the thought and I didn't hear you or see you even once? Even as edgy as I am?
And then I hear footsteps rising slowly closer and I look towards them and I see him. And I stop wondering. Didn't even know I'd been wondering until then, but I'd forgotten how meant he was. And maybe Lilith knows and maybe Lily doesn't, but that's... not the point, right now.
"Be not ashamed, women-your privilege encloses the rest, and is the exit of the rest ( ... )
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With an inward sigh I step forward and place a single kiss on his cheek, lips drawing into a smile against his skin for a only moment before I move away, "Hello, Kent, what are you doing out here?" I ask quietly, stepping back beside Zann. "I brought you something," she says to him and I keep my face a mask of confusion as I look from one to the other even though I want to laugh and say, Yess, I've brought you something too.
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"The male is not less the soul, nor more-he too is in his place;
He too is all qualities-he is action and power;
The flush of the known universe is in him;
Scorn becomes him well, and appetite and defiance become him well..."
"That sounds like me," I say, smiling. "Although I would not particularly describe myself as male. But you know that, do you not, Zann?"
"I brought you something," she continues, and I tilt my head and observe her.
"A gift? What is the occasion?" The corner of my mouth turns up, and then Lilith comes up to me and kisses my cheek, light as a whisper.
"Hello, Kent, what are you doing out here?"
Ah, still playing the innocent. Is Zann, then, the teacher? That is rather delightful, Lilith letting Zann lead.
"Hello, Lily. I live here now... More or less." I smile in the moonlight. "Would you like to come inside?"
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Her association with him troubles you, does it not? But it keeps her safer than almost anything else."
"He wants to eat her alive," I say quietly, and I can't tell if I'm bitter or sad, I really really can't. Don't say the other thing I'm thinking, the other half of that: and Syl will feed her to him. Remember a tarot card I saw once, not from the twins' deck but down in Gibson, Strength as a woman holding a lion's mouth shut and the reader said the lion was hungry so she'd fed him her baby. Had nightmares about that. She'll mean the best for us, Syl always does, but when it comes to Tez... "I'm not sure if he forgets that or if he's lying about it when he comes down, but he does."
"And I do not dislike art. ( ... )
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"She is," I say quietly. "I know that."
"I had a thought, once, of leading the transformation myself... But Tezcatlipoca has found her heart instead. Perhaps you can be grateful for that small mercy." ...dammit, I've read about what he does with hearts. And it scares me that maybe ( ... )
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"Humankind is so very good at defending itself," I observe. "Almost as good as it is at destroying itself. Really, I barely needed to lift a finger during the Apocalypse." I smile a little at that. Watching humanity tear itself apart - well, it was like Zann's little music box in macrocosm.
"Do you think that the reaching's love?"
Of course it is love. What do you think you were made for? Love like poison; love like the end of days. But I just smile placidly and say nothing to that, for I do not have to reply to every question, and Zann has asked many. Her curiosity is like a flame. I wonder what a tightrope she would walk with that flame behind her.
"And we make poetry. And gods. Did we make you? Or--Him, did we make Him?"She is looking upward, and I laugh. The very idea of owing my being to her, to them ( ... )
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