Percy and Eve
This is the story of Percy.
This is the story of Eve.
Eve descended directly as outlined by The Script.
Percy still says he never descended at all.
They met one warm spring day in June.
The birds were singing. The flowers were blooming. Love was in the air.
It was love at first sight, just like in the story books.
Percy felt himself like he had never felt himself before. He grew as she smiled. Within her brown eyes he was invulnerable! A champion!
Eve understood pain. She found herself in it. She was its savior. Kindness was her shield, her temperance, and her example. She gave herself away to it.
When she felt Percy, she began to see rightly. Clearly. She felt the vague stirrings of her own power, long clearly denied. Her mothers, mothers, mother knew what she was thinking.
Percy and Eve created a child.
Lets teach this child to walk and talk and understand about saving us, they said, at least to themselves.
And so, they did.
They dont remember the exact moment when each turned to the other with suspicious eyes, but by its effects they both assumed it happened while the other wasnt looking.
That changed the water on the beans.
Percy feared The Script more than he feared Eve, and that was a lot. After all this time, she had taken his power. She must have stolen it, again, while he wasnt looking.
How could I have been so blind? became his mantra.
Eve made good on her word. She gave and gave with no thought of receiving. She knew what good girls did. Actions speak louder than thoughts.
The child grew and became their willing sacrifice. It was all the child knew.
Each one marched defiantly on to the beat of their distant drum. Heads down, resigned to defeat, automatons eyes wide shut.
No-one remembers the day Percy and Eve parted ways, but by its effects they both assumed it had happened while the other wasnt looking.
The child died. It was all the child knew.
This is the Story of Percy.
This is the Story of Eve.
This Story would have had a very different ending if Percy and Eve had ever really met.
This is the story of Eve.
Eve descended directly as outlined by The Script.
Percy still says he never descended at all.
They met one warm spring day in June.
The birds were singing. The flowers were blooming. Love was in the air.
It was love at first sight, just like in the story books.
Percy felt himself like he had never felt himself before. He grew as she smiled. Within her brown eyes he was invulnerable! A champion!
Eve understood pain. She found herself in it. She was its savior. Kindness was her shield, her temperance, and her example. She gave herself away to it.
When she felt Percy, she began to see rightly. Clearly. She felt the vague stirrings of her own power, long clearly denied. Her mothers, mothers, mother knew what she was thinking.
Percy and Eve created a child.
Lets teach this child to walk and talk and understand about saving us, they said, at least to themselves.
And so, they did.
They dont remember the exact moment when each turned to the other with suspicious eyes, but by its effects they both assumed it happened while the other wasnt looking.
That changed the water on the beans.
Percy feared The Script more than he feared Eve, and that was a lot. After all this time, she had taken his power. She must have stolen it, again, while he wasnt looking.
How could I have been so blind? became his mantra.
Eve made good on her word. She gave and gave with no thought of receiving. She knew what good girls did. Actions speak louder than thoughts.
The child grew and became their willing sacrifice. It was all the child knew.
Each one marched defiantly on to the beat of their distant drum. Heads down, resigned to defeat, automatons eyes wide shut.
No-one remembers the day Percy and Eve parted ways, but by its effects they both assumed it had happened while the other wasnt looking.
The child died. It was all the child knew.
This is the Story of Percy.
This is the Story of Eve.
This Story would have had a very different ending if Percy and Eve had ever really met.
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