Call Her By Her Name | A one-shot
Nov 7, 2017 22:13:20 GMT -5
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Post by ѕωιƒтƒαℓcση on Nov 7, 2017 22:13:20 GMT -5
Alternate Title: Persephone
1,011 words
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I think you chose me because you saw the longing in my eyes
I think you chose me because you saw my unhappiness with my world as it was.
I think you chose me because of these two reasons, but I stayed for more reason than those.
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I grow up surrounded by sun-bleached soil and the wheat that grows from it. My entire world is pale and colorless, even Mother herself, all straw-furred and eyes the color of the sky the days where the wildfire smoke fills it with grayish haze. She insists that the color is gold, that it is the color of richness, but it is not to me.
The edge of the fields taunts me, for through it, I can see green.
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My mother can make the wheat grow tall with the flick of her tail, and she makes our dens with a jerk of her head and our nests with a stamp of her paws, and I know she could filll these long fields with color but she makes everything so colorless, and I think of green.
And so, one day, I go, and I leave the wheat for the first time in my life and I stand in grass that feels as soft as silk, in flowers in every color I have ever seen and so many more, and then, at the edge of the field, I see you.
You wait, and I know you are waiting for me, so I come. I know who you are, and yet I am unafraid. From the fields, I hear my mother scream Kore, and I know it is my name but in this moment, I stand in a field of wildflowers surrounded by color and your eyes are every color and no color at all, and it does not feel like my name.
You offer me the chance to go, and I go.
I do not want to be colorless any longer.
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You ask me my name, and I do not want to tell you. Not because I do not wish you to know, but because the name is the name of the cat who spends her entire life in the colorless world of wheat and sun-dried dirt, the cat who is slowly becoming colorless because of it.
So I make up a new name, and it rolls of my tongue with the taste of nectar, and I know it was meant to be.
Persephone.
The name echoes in my ears and settles in my bones, and Kore is my name no longer.
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You are the color of a night with no stars, and you are beautiful.
Your kingdom is rich black dirt beneath my paws and ancient, towering brown trees and roses the color of blood, and it is beautiful.
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You build me a throne of bones and a crown of roses for here you are queen and I am queen beside you, now, and though your kingdom is made of those long-dead, here I feel more alive than ever before, and you call me by the name I have chosen instead of the name given to me.
I can leave anytime, but you say Persephone, and I stay.
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My mother searches night and day, and her brother does, too, because outside your kingdom the sky is alight and roars with thunder, and although I know this, I stay.
My mother screams Kore, but you whisper Persephone, and I stay.
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It is night, and we are on thrones made of bone and your kingdom of the long-dead is at our paws, and you call me beautiful.
You call me beautiful, as if I am the one who carries stardust in their fur and entire worlds in their eyes, and not you.
You can me beautiful, as if I am the one who has the power to raze mountains and raise them once again, not you.
And yet, you call me beautiful, and I call you beautiful in return.
Together, we are beautiful, and my name falls off your tongue like a prayer.
Persephone.
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She searches, and with every step frost beads up under her paws, killing the plants she created. She screams Kore into the wind, and screams curses with your name in between, and I watch her from your kingdom and I could go back, but the thought of being Kore once again is a discomfort that grates against my bones.
You whisper Persephone, and it settles in my soul, and I choose to stay.
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My mother finds me.
She stands on the edge of your kingdom with her brother and his eyes made of lightning and she calls the name that used to be mine.
“Kore, come to me!”
“Call me by my name,” I say.
“Kore!”
“Call me by my name.”
“Kore, you do not have to stay!”
“CALL ME BY MY NAME,” I roar, and it’s as if the earth quakes beneath my paws, it’s as if I have set my very heart on fire. Kore is my name no longer. I am no longer the cat of the colorless world, slowly becoming colorless herself. I am a queen, and I wear a crown of roses and sit on a throne of bones, and Kore is my name no longer.
You whisper Persephone, and I look and my mother, and I chose, with all of my heart, to stay.
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You offer me the food of the dead, and I know what eating it will bring. I can choose to leave, but I look in your eyes and I know.
I eat, the juice from the fruit red as blood, its seeds shining like jewels, and in doing so, I choose to stay.
You whisper my name, and I choose to stay.
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We sit on thrones made of bone and wear crowns of roses, because here we are queens, you beside me and me beside you, and at night, you call me beautiful, and my name falls off your tongue like a prayer.
Persephone.
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Hello, y'all! I know, I know, I appeared for like three days in September and then instantly vanished again, but, in my defense, I caught pneumonia and then school started, and I kind of...well...forgot.
I come to you from the land of NaNoWriMo, which is currently eating me alive but I'm somehow reaching the daily writing goals, and also because I sometimes need side projects to focus on or I'll loose all steam, I wrote this.
I'm going to be making the rounds to say hi to people in a minute, but if you get to me before I get to you, hello! How's it been? How's progress on your fics going? TELL ME ALL.
1,011 words
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I think you chose me because you saw the longing in my eyes
I think you chose me because you saw my unhappiness with my world as it was.
I think you chose me because of these two reasons, but I stayed for more reason than those.
-
I grow up surrounded by sun-bleached soil and the wheat that grows from it. My entire world is pale and colorless, even Mother herself, all straw-furred and eyes the color of the sky the days where the wildfire smoke fills it with grayish haze. She insists that the color is gold, that it is the color of richness, but it is not to me.
The edge of the fields taunts me, for through it, I can see green.
-
My mother can make the wheat grow tall with the flick of her tail, and she makes our dens with a jerk of her head and our nests with a stamp of her paws, and I know she could filll these long fields with color but she makes everything so colorless, and I think of green.
And so, one day, I go, and I leave the wheat for the first time in my life and I stand in grass that feels as soft as silk, in flowers in every color I have ever seen and so many more, and then, at the edge of the field, I see you.
You wait, and I know you are waiting for me, so I come. I know who you are, and yet I am unafraid. From the fields, I hear my mother scream Kore, and I know it is my name but in this moment, I stand in a field of wildflowers surrounded by color and your eyes are every color and no color at all, and it does not feel like my name.
You offer me the chance to go, and I go.
I do not want to be colorless any longer.
-
You ask me my name, and I do not want to tell you. Not because I do not wish you to know, but because the name is the name of the cat who spends her entire life in the colorless world of wheat and sun-dried dirt, the cat who is slowly becoming colorless because of it.
So I make up a new name, and it rolls of my tongue with the taste of nectar, and I know it was meant to be.
Persephone.
The name echoes in my ears and settles in my bones, and Kore is my name no longer.
-
You are the color of a night with no stars, and you are beautiful.
Your kingdom is rich black dirt beneath my paws and ancient, towering brown trees and roses the color of blood, and it is beautiful.
-
You build me a throne of bones and a crown of roses for here you are queen and I am queen beside you, now, and though your kingdom is made of those long-dead, here I feel more alive than ever before, and you call me by the name I have chosen instead of the name given to me.
I can leave anytime, but you say Persephone, and I stay.
-
My mother searches night and day, and her brother does, too, because outside your kingdom the sky is alight and roars with thunder, and although I know this, I stay.
My mother screams Kore, but you whisper Persephone, and I stay.
-
It is night, and we are on thrones made of bone and your kingdom of the long-dead is at our paws, and you call me beautiful.
You call me beautiful, as if I am the one who carries stardust in their fur and entire worlds in their eyes, and not you.
You can me beautiful, as if I am the one who has the power to raze mountains and raise them once again, not you.
And yet, you call me beautiful, and I call you beautiful in return.
Together, we are beautiful, and my name falls off your tongue like a prayer.
Persephone.
-
She searches, and with every step frost beads up under her paws, killing the plants she created. She screams Kore into the wind, and screams curses with your name in between, and I watch her from your kingdom and I could go back, but the thought of being Kore once again is a discomfort that grates against my bones.
You whisper Persephone, and it settles in my soul, and I choose to stay.
-
My mother finds me.
She stands on the edge of your kingdom with her brother and his eyes made of lightning and she calls the name that used to be mine.
“Kore, come to me!”
“Call me by my name,” I say.
“Kore!”
“Call me by my name.”
“Kore, you do not have to stay!”
“CALL ME BY MY NAME,” I roar, and it’s as if the earth quakes beneath my paws, it’s as if I have set my very heart on fire. Kore is my name no longer. I am no longer the cat of the colorless world, slowly becoming colorless herself. I am a queen, and I wear a crown of roses and sit on a throne of bones, and Kore is my name no longer.
You whisper Persephone, and I look and my mother, and I chose, with all of my heart, to stay.
-
You offer me the food of the dead, and I know what eating it will bring. I can choose to leave, but I look in your eyes and I know.
I eat, the juice from the fruit red as blood, its seeds shining like jewels, and in doing so, I choose to stay.
You whisper my name, and I choose to stay.
-
We sit on thrones made of bone and wear crowns of roses, because here we are queens, you beside me and me beside you, and at night, you call me beautiful, and my name falls off your tongue like a prayer.
Persephone.
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-
Hello, y'all! I know, I know, I appeared for like three days in September and then instantly vanished again, but, in my defense, I caught pneumonia and then school started, and I kind of...well...forgot.
I come to you from the land of NaNoWriMo, which is currently eating me alive but I'm somehow reaching the daily writing goals, and also because I sometimes need side projects to focus on or I'll loose all steam, I wrote this.
I'm going to be making the rounds to say hi to people in a minute, but if you get to me before I get to you, hello! How's it been? How's progress on your fics going? TELL ME ALL.