want to get you home
At first, all she does is stare at herself in the cracked mirror. Her eyes are open as she traces each line in the glass, wondrously giving them a golden lining. Once in a while she shies away, blinking wildly, afraid of what she sees.
Jason stands in the corner with a frown on his face which he erases whenever she glances his way. He'd taken everything, he thought, except for her love for him. Now he thinks he was maybe a little bit too optimistic. This is not the Piper he knows.
He's lost in his mind, convincing himself to not be sorry, when she tugs at his sleeve. He looks down to see her on the carpeted floor, the crimson grown so unlike her pooling on the ground. She's more alert but her face still has a lost sheen to it, as if her mind is still trying to reconcile her reality with what she remembers. "I know," she says, "but I don't understand."
The son of the sky always has what is left of his heart locked away but now he presents it to her, falling to the floor, his knees shaking and his hand gripping her face, needing to know that she's real, that it's here, that he didn't make the worst mistake of his life. I have built an army and it is standing on my soul. Doubts are ripe in his soul and she can see them. "I want to make you," he replies, "I want to make you understand. Please. I'll do anything."
As she crawls into his arms, red against gold, a world against a world, he's enlightened. He has everything right here.
"Show me," she whispers, a new spark in her eyes, and he doesn't know who should be kneeling. So he kisses her bleeding fingertips, one by one, almost like a promise. Almost.