April: Opening Howl / Inner Sky

[mnemosyne]

Charlotte does not know this song, either. You wouldn't expect her to, looking at her, would you? All moonlight-on-ice, fine and young and moon-mad too, by the looks of her, by the scent of her blood, by the way the evening swims in and around her, too, the way she looks beneath the moon. Somehow both eldrich and impossibly young.

Here she is in her girl-skin, dedicated things a bit blood-spattered - it doesn't all come out, it seems into the <i>seams</i> you must understand, where not even a discarded toothbrush can reach, strangely controlled or perhaps just reserved in Erich's shadow, at least until the time comes to howl to the moon -

and then she is a wolf, all white. Howling, howling. Joy and sorrow, rage and love and loss, every last puzzle piece of their too-brief existance, echoing across the sky.