The Park; Saturday Afternoon.
Saturday, October 11th, 2008 01:53 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Already, it had been a very odd day for Hermaphroditus Sparkles, and that was saying a lot, living the life he did. He knew it would be better come this evening, when he would go out and shine in his element, but, for now, there was drifting in the park, contemplating the letter in his hand that was addressed to his birth name, that lost little girl Calliope Stephanides.
Finally, though, a bit away from the duck pond, where the careless fowl went about their careless lives, he took a seat at the bench and pulled out the letter, which he'd already read countless times:
( Honey mou... )
Reading through it again, Hermaphroditus still felt a catch in his throat; he let out a gasp of a sob and held the letter tightly to his tissue-enhanced breast. Oh, yia yia! But somehow...somehow...it was like he'd known all along.
[[ yeeeeaaaaah, i don't know. OPEN, though! ]]
Finally, though, a bit away from the duck pond, where the careless fowl went about their careless lives, he took a seat at the bench and pulled out the letter, which he'd already read countless times:
( Honey mou... )
Reading through it again, Hermaphroditus still felt a catch in his throat; he let out a gasp of a sob and held the letter tightly to his tissue-enhanced breast. Oh, yia yia! But somehow...somehow...it was like he'd known all along.
[[ yeeeeaaaaah, i don't know. OPEN, though! ]]