Date: 2009-01-11 05:43 pm (UTC)
Zann's heart stop-starts like a shuttle on a loom, but then the beat of the poem steadies her into a smoother pulse.

"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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