Randome corner of Tati's ..... huh?
Lately i've been drawing... not really sure about commissions.... *smile* i leave that to professionals.
Still with all the fun i'm having.... I'll torture you with my works~
i change drawings styles, because of the fun i'm having with art programs.... so they differ with what i'm using, what i'm learning, and of course my mood. I do all these with music. each has it's own song/genre while i draw. i'll think i'll start adding one or two of the songs that helped with the making of the picture... maybe~
Ongoing experiments~
they make me laugh! so here they are again. eventually i'll draw someone else or something else... maybe
So~ I write and craft. I love to do randome things on top of playing my games. I decided to post a few of these photos of my embroidered pillows. since I can't draw well, i do lots of porings~ *smile* well hope you enjoyed this little sidetrack from my writing.
~ Arts ~
I revamping this a little to include my pillow cases.... *shy* thanks for fier. for gentle persuasion. *smile* so here is some of the examples~
For Fier.
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For Mdo
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For myself, (smokies guildies) - this one went all around the pillow and so no matter what side you sleep on... my guildies are all there~
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~ WRITINGS ~
I write in incoherent thoughts, like a really bad outline. *smile* Still, it's a creative outlet right~ So after the encouragement of my dearly, dastardly fiends, here are my thoughts.
I hope to post about once a month or so, just something for the traveling mind~
Creative Criticism is greatly appreciated~
11/25/2014 - banishment
I see the trails of sun through the leaves once green
Yet i close my eyes to feel the kisses that are lingering
and the scars upon my heart that you haven't seen
11/5/2014 - Dripping thoughts
But I will protect mine
There are no parades or fires lit
In my own silent world I am fine.
7/30/2014 - My heart
she had been fighting tears and trying to stand up for herself
she felt his warmth and his arms sliding by her ribs
she could not fight him, she could not push him away
he felt the small quivering of her body
he moved slowly allowing her to pull away but he knew she would not
he gently wrapped his arms around her and rested his hands on her hips
he wanted to tell her, he needed her to know
they stood like that, each thinking thoughts that would tear at the other
each wondered how to bridge the gap that had developed
they both sat at their computers looking at the love born in surrealism
he whispered i love you, she whispered i love you so much
Commission - Small momements
I would have you close and hold my hand for the sake of friendship
I would cover you and watch you sleep
Because it would please me
i do not love you, i do not lust
I simply wish to enjoy quiet moments with you
To talk of randome things
i do not love you, i do not lust
My tears fall on your breath
You hold me through our pain
Warmth and kindness
i do not love you, i do not lust
You need nothing from me
Still my smile is what you ask for
i do not love you, i do not lust
We sit and you say to me
I do not love you, i do not lust
This is perfect right now
you do not love me, you do not lust
We hold at the cusp of life
Walking along it's edge
Wayward souls that need nothing more
newest story 1/31/2014
How to make a friend? Easy. You kill for them.
Chaviva, liked the feel of the sun on her skin and the way she slightly was out of place, but not so much that it would single her out. Of course, it was always in unnoticable ways, like having christmas trees painted on her nails in the middle of spring. She was rather silly like that, but that didn’t affect her skills in doing what she was told to do. She often maimed more than killed. For her that was the thrill, not just killing. Many of the assassins had moved on from her line of work to stronger foes. Chaviva never worried about it. She just smiled and continued her work.
Sometimes she was grateful being the bastard child of the boss. No one knew it save her mother, erased of the face of Midgard, her father, and the Uncles. While her mother lived, she was happy to pretend to be like all the other little kids. It made her mother happy. It pleased Chaviva to make her happy.
Chaviva’s mother didn’t come home one day, one day passed then a week. She passed the time by wandering out pass the streets. As more time passed she allowed herself to start “exploring” the monsters beyond the gates of Prontera. She thought her Uncles would beat her after they found her slicing open porings and fabres, instead they just walked her back home. From that moment on, Chaviva was no longer required to attend school with other children. She was educated as her mother had been. Poisons, herbs, knives, and stealth, all graced Chaviva’s mind. She learned more than any other, but never showed off her skills, preferring to be meek and submissive. Quietly enjoying the stupidity of those that never took the time to really learn any skills.
Chaviva lovingly looked upon the the tools of her trade. The weapons were perfectly cleaned and sharpened. Vials of poisons laid in a row, with her code on her rarer blends. No sense allowing someone else to understand her work. She had her kit ready. Killing was good of course, she just prefered, tormenting her victims much more. She had a lovely home in Prontera, that never spoke of the horrors inside. It was a lovely little place. The house of well to do merchant, with all the cozy niceties afforded to it. She enjoyed it because it spoke nothing of her actual profession and had so much traffic that no one noticed anything. She smiled at the thought of her newest assignment. It had been handed down from Boss, who hadn’t seen her since she graduated from her studies. Pleasant memories.
Chaviva had known when M___ walked in her house that her services were needed. She had in an event long ago scarred the face of M___, the now, favorite goon. She expected the beating. Chaviva cried out correctly when hit, and pleaded as she should when he tried to scared her. They did manage to bruise her more than she liked, but nothing could be done for it. A couple of teeth would need looking after from a healer, still nothing she didn’t expect. She couldn’t blame him, not really, but he tried to actually kill her all those years ago, and she beat M___ mercilessly in front of all his peers. After which she rubbed poison in his face so no amount of healing would ever save his face from scars. She had made her point. Those too stupid to understand the point would learn and most likely die from it. She faintly smiled, once again old memories.
Such an eventful day for her. Chaviva waited in the kitchen while the water brewed. Her back door opened and there was Allori and Spirit. Chaviva sighed. Dagny would stay here for dinner. Only once had Dagny entered Chaviva’s house without knocking and ended up with a half sliced neck before Chaviva realized it was her. Dagny walked around with a ribbon around her neck all the time, not to cover the scar but to make sure would not die that way again. Thankfully one of her Uncles was there and fixed her up, but Dagny always either knocked or sent Allori ahead, knowing full well that nothing could touch that girl now that Spirit was able to control her powers.
Chaviva thought about that day, and sighed once more, she really was looking forward to finishing the job, but Dagny was much too useful to her and other than that eventful moment of youth, had been the only one to really regard her as a friend. Still Dagny never mentioned it, never asked for an apology, and never once took off that ribbon. It was the only semi-shameful thing that Chaviva ever did in her life. The ribbon was a reminder of it.
Dagny stepped in and the first thing Chaviva noticed was the ribbon. from it’s customary black to a deep red. In fact all of Dagny’s AB robes were a lovely deep red. Chaviva shivered a little and licked her lips a little too predatorial. Dagny either ignored it or didn’t see it. Spirit hissed at her a little, but Chaviva waved it off.
“If you would stop thinking of ways to kill or mutilate people, I’m sure you and Spirit would be good friends.” Dagny said as she started to work her healing powers on Chaviva.
“Ask Midgard to never cheat, and be completely honest in her dealings of others.” Chaviva gritted out as Dagny was not being gently as she could be.
“Point taken, still… I wish that … nevermind that, you are as you are.” Dagny looked tired but continued healing. Chaviva noticed that even Allori was uncommonly quiet.
“Allori,” Chaviva pointed to the cupboard, “there are mugs and a new box of tea, please get the box with a lamp on it, not the one with a red flower. Otherwise I will have to find a place to bury your corpses.”
The tea was set and just at that moment the kettle whistled. The rest of the time passed slowly as the tea was made and Dagny finished working on Chaviva. After about 30 minutes of uncomfortable silence with nothing but the outside streets making noise, a hot bun seller calls out as he pushes his cart home. Allori perks up and Dagny points to her backpack. Allori grabs the coins she needs and runs out the door. Spirit follows.
“Alright Dagny, tell me what has that never-ending-chatterbox quiet.” Chaviva points to the knives as way of saying there are better ways to stay quiet or talk depending on one’s point of view.
“No need for reminders Chaviva.” Dagny slumps forward and covers her face. Chaviva can hear the small whimpers of tears being held back. Normally this would make Chaviva smile as she delights in victims small cries, but this is different. She feels a small sharp pain where her heart is, which turns into a slightly dull ache. One she would not notice if Dagny hadn’t fixed the pain of the beating today. She pushes back analyzing it as she waits for Dagny.
“I found a girl.” Shaking off the tears and looks straight at Chaviva. “She looks like you. Her tongue cut out, she was screaming and bloody. Chaviva… the girl had been beaten and raped…” Dagny stood up, walked to the sink, washing her hands, and looks back to Chaviva. “She’s not the only one. There have been about 5 others. Each the same, but the other 5 ended up killing themselves off. I checked her for poison and anything I could think of, but other that the obvious mental pain, there is nothing the person did that could kill her. Chaviva… there have been 5 other girls this happened too, but none of the enforcement have heard about this. I asked the Uncles, they heard but do not know who did this. It’s from them I learned there were 5 others. They cleaned up the mess so that none of the authorities would link it to Boss or any who worked for him. At first I thought they killed the girls to keep it quiet, but they said it was not by their hand. It all looked like suicides, because the girls were given a little money and taken care of. This was done for the first one. Then when the others showed up, you know Boss doesn’t tolerate any rape in his district, he feels it an insult to his power and word. They were put up at Lady M___. She runs a decent brothel out of east pront. Anyhow, she watched them, made sure they weren’t left alone. Yet, they each surrendered to their sorrows. I asked the Uncles if this had happened in any other cities or towns. They said nothing.”
Chaviva listens intently, rather enjoying this gruesome tale. It’s in her nature, but she has enough control to not let it overcome her. Well, other than Dagny, but really, that was just over eagerness. She had been beaten for 3 days after that, by her Uncles, but she couldn’t be mad at them, she realized the flaw in her eagerness. Still she listened and wondered why Dagny was so upset. She knew this happened all the time. Why be upset now? Did it have something to do with the newest girl looking like her? Thoughts to think about. Later.
“You haven’t told me why this bothers you so much.”
“ I was looking for some more blue herbs and heard the screaming so I went to see what happened -” Chaviva snickered, but Dagny continued,” and found the poor girl was on the ground looking terrible. He saw me. He… he just looked at me, smiled and said that he was going to kill me. I still had the blast clip you gave me, so I used it to push him back and then I grabbed her, but he grabbed me and had the knife at my throat, and … sliced it..The ribbon protected me from that event again.” Dagny looked at Chaviva. Lesson learned. She resumed,” I pushed him back again to break the hold he had and gwinged us to safety, but he followed, I had to gwing again, and port to town. I push us through to close it behind us. He almost caught me again…”
“Is that why you are all upset? I mean you did catch him in the act. Of course he was going to come after you, but you are fine now. The Uncles will hide you.” Chaviva looked at her, “unless there is more~”
“Don’t enjoy this so much Chaviva, my nerves are really frayed. I don’t know if I can handle it at this moment.” She took a deep breath, “Yes, there is more… He called out my name.”
“Well you do seem to leave the fun details for last.” Chaviva grinned.
Dagny looked at Chaviva and almost broke down. She almost ran like it was Chaviva chasing her, not some crazed man with a tacky mask over his face. She knew if she ran it would just trigger the predator in Chaviva and while Dagny didn’t fear dying to Chaviva, she feared more leaving Chaviva alone in the crazy world.
“Pull yourself together before chatterbox gets back. By the way, did she see the girl. The one that looks like me?” Chaviva asked.
“... yes…” Dagny fell back into the chair and almost cried. Chaviva could hear the breaking point in Dagny, perhaps she should push her just a bit more. Hmmmm, no, that would just be a selfish wish, better to let her heal. One day… not off another’s work.
“Stop it Chaviva. I know you are thinking about hurting me. I’m not that stupid either.” Dagny looked at Chaviva, but Chaviva just looked at her with those lovely green eyes.
“You are quite right Dagny. Still you can’t blame me. You are after all packaged up like a tasty treat right now.”
“ I suppose in your eyes Chaviva. I am tired. The Uncles told me to come here after I cleaned us up and to wait. The girl is coming soon, but the Uncles took her first. I wasn’t in my right mind to heal her as properly as I should. She’s at the church. Then to Boss. After that here to us.”
“Us?” Chaviva casually flicked a piece of imaginary dust at Dagny. “When did it become us?”
“The Uncles.”
“Hmmmm, seems like my new assignment will have to wait.”
“I can’t believe it’s only been a day.”
“So all the fun happened yesterday?”
“Yes, I thought I told you.”
“No Dagny, you are a queen for leaving out details.”
“Forgive me Chaviva, I’m really quite tired and actually scared.”
“I can see. I would offer you some food and drink, but you never like my choices other that my teas.”
“that is because you like your food bloody.”
“not always. I do eat a nice salad from time to time.”
“Chaviva… please. In my bag…. I need my rosary.”
“Dagny, when are you going to stop using these silly things as protection.”
“I believe… that is why they do nothing in your hands, but in mine…” the rosary glowed once it touched her hands. “Faith and a little magic haven’t killed me yet” She pointed to the ribbon.
Chaviva laughed. Lesson learned indeed.
Dinner passed with little excitement. Allori talked a little, but mostly just played dice with Chaviva. Spirit hated the game but was glad to see her darling happy. Dagny just ate the hot bun with quiet thoughts.
Thankfully they all went to bed early. The Uncles would wake her, if she wasn’t already awake. Today was full of old thoughts and memories. Maybe she would have time to pick over the events and history that followed with it. She opened her secret closet and took out her daggers and looked them over. They needed dusting. She had pouches of sealed antidotes and venoms. Each took her time to make and gather materials. She pulled a few daggers out and tossed them on her bed along with a rag and some oil. It was always soothing to do this. Keeping her hands busy. She sat on the bed and started cleaning the first dagger. It was the one she sliced Dagny with. Hmmmm, it was also the one she carved M___ with. She licked her teeth. It was a good dagger. It reminded her of her childhood. With Dagny, she learned to keep her knives clean. With M___ she learned to dislike the show of power. Egos needed to show the world their strength. She needed whispers.
Her victims fell asleep, with help, and woke up to missing body parts. They were well cared for, wrapped and no infection to set unless the person was not taking care of themselves. Sometimes she had to go back and help them, to make sure they healed properly. Foolish people. She couldn’t have them suicide till she had finished. Once they were healed enough; she lovingly sent their body part back, in a lovely gift box through the mail some time later. It was something Dagny had said that led her down that road. Terror was expected. But to sleep peacefully, only to wake and find things had been done to them and having no memory. Every peaceful sleep would end with terror. How deliciously wonderful. She finished with the first dagger and placed it back in it’s spot. It was perfect. She went back and started the second dagger. She thought of someone actually hunting Dagny, and that actually bothered her, like picking the wrong poison, or bringing a dirty, rusty dagger. It just felt wrong. She wondered how she would feel allowing someone else to kill Dagny… Allori would leave and wander aimlessly… NO! Dagny by rights should be hers to kill. She killed her once, marked her as hers. It was selfishly territorial, but even the Uncles might see this as allowable. She would talk to them. Even if it meant a beating. Flaws are a terrible thing to allow. Such is life.
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She finished the second dagger and took the third downstairs. She waited at entrance to the kitchen. She was in a dark spot. Her back door opened and she heard two clicks of a tongue. Chaviva clicked once then heard two clicks again.
“Well, don’t stand at the door. Someone might just stab you from behind.” Chaviva smiled.
“Quite right my dear. Come, come.” One of the Uncles said to the girl just behind him. He ushered her in as though there was no worry to be had. He had always been softer with her than her other Uncles. It was just how things were.
“Shall I put the water on, my dear?” he asked Chaviva. He had closed the door and was at the stove reheating the water.
“Yes, I’ll just use a candle, not all the lights. The curtains are already drawn.” She snapped her fingers and a small flame appeared at her finger. She light a candle on the table.
“Smart girl, you always knew how to keep the cold out.”
“Yes Uncle, you always did think me smart.” She smiled again. He could kill her and everyone in this house without a single back look, all in under 5 minutes. He always acted like an old fool. She liked that quiet certainty about him. It was just him and the girl. The other uncles were most likely around making sure they were not followed or in danger. She smiled with pride.
“My dear, would you like some tea?” Uncle asked. The girl made to speak but guttural sounds were all that came out. Fresh horror in her face and tears flowed out. Uncle reassured her. I smiled. Interesting to know that the Uncles thought of my home a safe house. I could kill them all and be okay with that. Slight sorrow at killing Dagny. Perhaps. No, I respect the Uncles too much, and Boss protects the Uncles.
“Don’t worry. No one in this house will harm you. Please be strong for Uncle, you can see he’s a old man. You will be staying with the same lady that saved you. She is here. You can share a room with her.” Chaviva looked at Uncle over the top of the girls head and he nodded. She went to go wake up Dagny.
“No need. I’m here. I heard her cry.” Dagny said as she came down the stairs.
She was in a mens overshirt. She had messy hair, and no stockings. Chaviva wondered what color panties she wore. Uncle coughed a little. He always did have a slight crush on her. Chaviva started to pour the water for tea, but didn’t have time to let it seep before Dagny asked, “Chaviva, the tea please.” Dagny took the barely tea Chaviva gave her and blessed it. She gave the girl little choice but to drink it. “It will calm you.” The girl drank it and Uncle helped her up the stairs to Dagny’s room. Chaviva raised her eyebrow.
“I did nothing to it. It’s tea Chaviva, not water. I don’t do miracles.” Dagny smiled and went up the stairs.
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Uncle came down a few moments later and opened the cupboard. Of course he would find the alcohol. He sat with a glass and the bottle. He just waited as he pour himself a drink. He knew everything that happened, but he was waiting for me to talk. I sat and poured myself some tea. He looked at me and I shrugged. I told him what Dagny told me, and my feelings about someone possibly trying to kill her. My favorite doting old Uncle’s face changed to the calculating man I always knew him to be.
“I believe if Dagny had not been there, the girl would be dead.” Uncle started.
“I can understand the man trying to go after her, but to know her…” I wondered.
“I hoped you would be possessive enough to not want someone else to kill Dagny.”
“Oh, and why is that?”
“She is your first human kill.” he teased me. I smiled shyly.
“You are right. I don’t like the thought of someone else poaching my work.”
“If he knows her, he might stalk her too.”
“She should be safe enough here, if it’s someone from the assassin guild. Never walk into the house of an Assassin unless invited, of course.” I said as Uncle laughed.
“I heard you talked to Boss today.”
I nodded.
“Did M___ collect you then?”
“You know he did. The foul thing, still thinks that one fight was a fluke.”
“Maybe you should beat him again, but this time make sure he doesn’t get up.” said Uncle with a smile playing at his lips.
“Killing the son of Boss…. I’m not nearly drunk enough to follow through those thoughts.” I laughed.
“The girl has been given special medicine. The priests will try restore her completely. Long lengthy ceremony.”
“That is a lot of traffic coming to my house.”
“Dagny will teleport her directly there.”
“Very well. I will not bother with it.”
“If I remember correctly, you were given orders.”
“This is correct.” I laugh.
“Remember girl, if you mess this one up. You will die by my hands.”
“Do you know my target?”
“I do.”
“Very well. I will not disappoint.”
“I don’t doubt you. It’s a simple reminder. Boss hasn’t personally handed out an order for years.”
“Mother.”
“Yes. Losing her… he killed the bastard with his bare hands.” Uncle took a long drink.
“She was a gentle killer, wasn’t she?”
“Yes. Gentle and kind. She was quick and graceful. The way she died…. it was terrible. Boss wasn’t himself for a while.” his voice was soft. Chaviva wondered if he loved her mother too.
“It was after that the no rape rule went into effect.” She simply stated.
Silence. “...yes.” Uncle took another long drink.
“I should feel bad. Terrible. I know that is a huge reason he never sees me. He never acknowledges me. Strangely, I don’t feel bad. I loved mother. I would have never killed, just to see her happy, but we both know that is denying myself.” I let that float in the air for a while. “Well Uncle, shall we sneak up and see the color of an ArchBishop’s panties?” the tension is broken and we laugh a little. I leave the tea on the table and he puts away the alcohol. I walk towards the stairs and pick up the dagger just on the ledge on the other side of the doorway from the kitchen. Uncle will “sleep” on the couch. I will sleep very soundly tonight.
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That morning Chaviva looked over the small packet that Boss had given her. She opened it and There she found a small note.
Chaviva
I don’t expect you to fail.
M____ is behind the rapes.
Humiliation.
Then death.
-B
If someone had seen the look on Chaviva’s face at that moment, they would have said that only angels could look so lovely. In truth, she was beyond lovely. She glowed, and the small amount of magic within her was visible. Flaring and wrapping around her like soft flames. For a few moments, if Chaviva had bothered to look at herself in the mirror. She would have finally seen her father in her. She did not look, and once her mind began to race over the wealth of her mind, it was gone. She would be allowed to do whatever she wished without reproach. She settled for a happy comfort. Yes, she was very happy indeed. She finally understood the question Uncle asked her. Dagny would be happy to know Chaviva did have faith.
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Time passed and blurred for Rosen. She knew she was in an assassin’s house. The time she spent there, she had felt safe. Only once when she was first alone did she panic, but Chaviva’s uncle came to the house and sat with her till someone showed up. She finally learned to not talk automatically. She knew she looked weak and despised herself from looking that way. Still she was really grateful for Dagny saving her. She didn’t remember much of her time after. She remembered the church, and meeting a man, she remembered the fear when she heard a voice, but it was all so vague. She panicked, and was taken away. A week pass and the ceremony had come and gone. She was sleeping more, but it did nothing for her other than ease her mind. They always gave her something to make her sleep more, but she couldn’t see when they gave it to her. She ate everything they did. Cooked with them and watched hands. She couldn’t understand why she always felt the need to sleep. Still it was better than being out of her mind like the others before her. Rosen was sometimes scared of Chaviva, but Dagny seemed to trust her, and this was her house. Rosen thought of the man that had done all this to her. The memory was blurred. She knew it was due to the work the priests had done, but she tried not to forget it all. She wanted to be mad. The priests tried to talk her out of it and calm her more. Dagny didn’t say anything. Allori seemed not to notice too much and just talked with Spirit. Chaviva just sharpened her house knives.
Only once when Chaviva was alone with her, did Rosen get Chaviva to talk directly to her. She had finished making bread and there was flour on the table. She started drawing in the left over flour. Chaviva walked close looking at the work she had done and then took another handful of flour and put it in a pile if front of Rosen. Rosen looked at and spread it thin like a sheet of paper.She looked at for a while, her face downcast. Chaviva asked her how she felt. It took a moment and then she wrote the word anger. Chaviva just looked at her. No expression could be found on Chaviva’s face. She was about to erase it when Chaviva asked if it would be better if she had died. Rosen flattened the flour again and wrote his death. Chaviva got closer to her face and took in the scent of her and asked her very quietly, can you kill him. Maybe she had been around Chaviva too long, but no answer came. Chaviva leaned back a little and saw a smile in the eyes of Rosen. Chaviva kissed the corner of Rosen’s lips and straighten up.
“Well then,” Chaviva exclaimed, “ we better make plans to have company.”
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Chaviva watched and waited. She had waited for M___ to get restless and start prowling. Finally he selected another girl. He followed the girl on the ground, leaving Chaviva to follow by rooftop. Chaviva knew he would prefer taking Dagny, but as she was now cloistered away at the church, he would have to make due with another that looked like her. She let the shade of the the trees cover her while she watched him stalk another young girl. The girl was picking herbs. His skill in stalking was good but the shine of his dagger gave him away. Humiliation. Boss was clear. Chaviva grinned, she would build the humiliation. She would take away his prey. Then take him. After that she would be allowed her fun.
From his first moment of moving in on the girl, to the knife flashing at his side, to Chaviva using her special brand of poison knife to incapacitate him, it all passed within a few seconds. The girl only had time to look up and see a masked M___ falling and Chaviva grinning behind him.
“I’m sorry for my brother’s lack of manners. We were playing a game and he seems to fall asleep at the worst times.” said Chaviva to the the startled girl.
“Oh! well… uhmm. It’s fine… will he be okay?” the girl asked.
“Of course.” Chaviva practically sang, “I’m going to take him home and make sure to bestow all my care on him.”
Chaviva looked at M___, who was wide eyed on the floor. He looked at her and she could almost hear him scream at her. The poison paralyzed him, if Chaviva didn’t give him the antidote soon he would die from lack of oxygen. The thought tickled her, but she had her orders. So that would have to wait. She bent down to take off the mask and sit him up. She watched as a little drool escaped his mouth. The girl picking herbs just looked at him with worried disgust. Chaviva gave the girl a Butterfly wing and told her not to worry. Once the girl left, Chaviva turned M___’s face and kissed his scar. She then whispered that she couldn’t wait to take him home and play with him. M____ suddenly stank of fear.
Today was the day. Rosen couldn’t count the minutes or days, as they all ran into each other, but she knew today was the day. Chaviva had shown Rosen a third room. There Rosen would clean and air it out. She was to leave the room ready for their guest. She sprayed the linens with a special herb infused alcohol, that Chaviva gave her. It smelled the same as her bed. Soft smell of flowers and something else. She put it out of her mind allowing instead herself to be calm and go through the motions of cleaning and waiting.
Chaviva used the pet incubator and released her favorite helper. She watched as Loli materialized and waited instructions. She pointed to her brother and Loli commanded the bat. M___ was placed gently next to Loli on her moon, while Chaviva placed a mantle of shadow on M___ . Now she was ready to take him to her house.
Dagny had been sent to pray at the church; actually Chaviva all but threw her out. She tried to ask the Uncles about it, but they were too busy for her. She sat across from the front of Chaviva’s house thinking of what she was up too.
“Dagny… you don’t want to go in there” Spirit chimed.
“Why not Spirit?” asked little Allori, who was ravaging a bag of hotbuns.
“The girl, Rosen is still in there?” Dagny asked. She looked at Spirit over Allori’s head and saw her nod. Dagny sighed. “Do you know if Rosen is harmed?”
“No Dagny. She is not harmed.” Spirited chimed one more. Dagny heard the slight off key note in Spirit’s voice. Spirit did not ever have the need to lie, but she was omitting something.
“This is not something I’m at all happy with.” She folded her arms across her chest, then glared at the house. Dagny did not dare to intrude where she had been given warning not to enter, especially when it came to Chaviva. She glared at the house once more, willing it to crash down on Chaviva. Spirit chimed and Dagny saw her laugh a little.
“Well Spirit you are not the only one who would hope for certain things.” Dagny snorted out.
Dagny picked up her backpack and decided she would leave Prontera for a while. She longed for the simple joy of traveling with Allori and Spirit. She watched as new explorers and merchants came streaming into Prontera. Faces fresh and new. She wondered what secrets laid behind those faces. How many of those here now, ran to the lands of Midgard trying to escape a pain they could no longer face? How many were just momentary visitors to claim things they felt by right where thiers? How many… Dagny stopped herself. She was not a philosopher. She was only a simple ArchBishop. She glanced once more at the front of the house and saw the door open.
Rosen came skipping out and pushed her way through the main street traffic of Prontera. The girl stopped in front of her. Dagny wanted to take Rosen away from here. Rosen perhaps understanding the mix of emotions she saw running through Dagny, stepped back a bit and shook her head. She smiled brightly and pointed to Chaviva’s house. Dagny accepted the defeat, but instantly panicked a bit realizing Rosen was outside the house. Rosen put her hand up to stop Dagny. She gave Dagny a wrapped bag. Dagny opened it, glimpsed inside and instantly jumped back from it. Terror, horror, and relief flooded through her. Rosen snatched it up the uncovered mask before anyone took it. Dagny understood.
Chaviva looked up from the book as Rosen entered the house again. She pointed to the table where tea was waiting for Rosen.
“Did you enjoy going out?” Chaviva asked.
Rosen nodded.
“Do you think Dagny enjoyed her farewell gift?”
Rosen tossed the mask at her and gave a small laugh.
“I’m glad. I do like knowing the only thing she has to fear is me.”
Rosen gave her a quick stare, but dismissed it.
“Now my dear Rosen, I know she saved you, but I killed her first.” She smiled and watched as Rosen responded to her joy.
“You know, this book I picked up is quite interesting. It’s by a Mr. Wolfchev.”
Rosen smiled once again and pointed to the back of the house.
“Yes, you are right. It is rude of us to be neglectful of our guest.” Chiviva sighed as she got up and closed her book.
Rosen clapped and quickly went to wash her hands.
“Let us repay the kindness he showed you,” Chaviva stroked the back of Rosen’s hair.
They walked to the back of the house and entered the room behind the stairs. Whimpering was heard once the door opened. Rosen ran to the bed and caressed the face. Muffled screams rushed out. Rosen shushed him and hummed a lullabye. Rosen and Chaviva were unaware that there was one of the Uncles and Boss sat at the kitchen table drinking tea, and listening to sounds from the open room. The last thing they heard was the soft click of the door as it closed once again.
Writings all done and ready for reading~
My Darling’s Spirit
It started fairly simple, I woke up and was excited. I never remember too much, but sometimes I don’t forget things either. I went around looking for someone to play with, it’s kinda hard when you’re a kid with a ghost. Still I suppose there are worst things. Today I wanted to do something new…. something that i shouldn’t do, but what was the point of being here if I stayed doing the same thing all the time. I go as far as I can from all the others in cave and find a good hiding spot.
Yesterday, i scared this little human and he dropped some things on the floor. There was a little candy that said Lucky candy on it, some coins, and a piece of paper tied up. I knew the coins were useful, i wasn’t sure about the candy but i put it in my pocket anyways, the scroll…. that was different. if i showed it to the cats…. they would never give it back. just because the white lady loves knowledge, doesn’t mean it should all belong to her. So i took it and went to bed hoping nothing would call attention to me.
Back to today~
Hmmmmmm, well, if the candy was lucky… might as well eat it now, and start my day filled with luck. So I take the candy and open up and pop it in my mouth. I open the scroll and it’s blank. Just as i’m about to throw it away, the scroll starts showing writing then starts glowing. my resident ghost, or Spirit as she likes to be called, decides to show up.
“What have you done?” she whispers in my ear.
“I don’t-” and before i can finish we are gone from where we know. We are blinded by light.
it’s so bright here. there is green and water. I haven’t see this much of water, grass and trees… in many lifetimes. my eyes and body hurt from all the light. i try and look for a bit of shade anywhere. A few feet there is a tree and i run to it, the shade is welcoming and soothing, but so is the light. I can feel a tightening in my body, i know Spirit is not happy. this much light is painful for her, but she knows how much i want to feel this light. she took me without my consent, but in truth i would have died alone if not for her, so maybe we can come to an agreement.
I see a little cave not too far away. i don’t want to go back to a cave but… i don’t want Spirit to suffer to much either. before i get the courage to run for the cave, i notice a twinkling out the corner of my eye. it’s just on the other side of the tree, and i carefully look around the side. there i see a really tall human. She’s not like the little human i saw the other day. she’s so beautiful. she takes off a backpack and sits and leans against it. i think she is going to rest, but before i move away… i smell… BUNS!!!! Her backpack must have buns, my mouth waters and i know i should go, but i haven’t had a bun to eat in forever…. since … my mother… what happened…. i can’t remember…. i remember loving to eat the warm food, and tasting the spicy flavored meat that my mother was so good at making. the lady, takes off her shoes and clothes… she ties up her hair, i should look away, but as i will never grow, never change, i always wondered. i can feel Spirit trying to pull me away. i can’t hit myself to make her stop, but I've been with her years enough to know how to ignore her. The lady is in a simple white chemise and walks to the water. this is my chance!
i wait till she is in the water and very much not paying attention to her things. i know i can’t just take her bag. she will notice that, but maybe i can slip my hand in and find the food. i slide myself low and try to hide behind her backpack. i know i’m small enough. i slip my hand in and feel around. i don’t know what’s in there but i know i found the right thing when i feel a little paper bag and there is inside is the food that i want. i giggle a little. i pull it out, and there in the bag are two perfect delicious moments of my past. i stare and have forgotten both, Spirit and the lady. just as i’m about to take that first bite, Spirit takes over my body and tries to throw me to the side. i see a flash of light and it all goes dark.
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Well now~ I can’t say that I was pleased to see a little thief going through my bag, but even worse to feel something was wrong with this child. When I got closer and realized the child was possessed…. well, what would any arch bishop do. *smile* My attacks are not enough to kill her, but it was enough to really knock her out. As I’m standing over her, the ghost is trying to attack me. I’m not skilled enough to seperate them from each other but at least now she can’t move much. The ghost is furious. I care little for that, I’m more concerned for the girl. She’s cute and reminds me of my sister. I can’t think of what to do. Normally I would just kill them both, but she was going for food… not me. The little girl took a pretty good knock so she should be out for a few hours, might as well make dinner. I look at the girl and since I can’t get my original dinner, guess I’ll just work on some noodles~ I don’t bother dressing while I’m getting everything ready, it’s going to take a few moments to dry anyways. I have a small set up and get everything ready. I fill my pot with water and carefully set it over the fire. I keep my eye on the girl the whole time, but I don’t heal or bother her. The ghost is calm now and I’d like to keep it that way. I put some spices in and let it seep and make myself a quick tea first, then I add in some dry items I keep in my bag for nights like this. I watch it simmer and start to come together and it starts to smell so nice. I am waiting for a while and watching the ghost watch me. After being on my own so long I start to talk. The damn ghost looks calm and actually thoughtful. Why not….
“I wonder why she’s stuck with you?” I aim my question at the ghost but don’t expect an answer. When I look up and see the ghost just looking at me, I can only sigh, and continue talking about nothing. I talk about the food, and the weather, I talk about different herbs to make teas, I just talk. Finally I get bored and start drawing on the dirt near me with a stick. The ghost makes her first movement. It startles me that I almost attack… but ghost gets defensive, but I guess on both our counts we are a little jumpy. I of course apologize for startling her…. in the time between my knocking out the girl to now, the damn ghost went from ‘it’ to she. *smile* The father would kill me. I draw some more and again the ghost calms down and tries to look at what i’m doing. I suck at drawing to say the least, but she gets it, because she starts laughing. I had drawn a little Lude playing trick or treat on people and the people are confused by the little ghost getting candies. It’s then I make up my mind. I get my clothes on and I look at the little girl. I look at the ghost and realize she’s understood me the whole time.
“I’m an by nature a healer, but I’m also an ArchBishop. Which means~ by rights I should kill you.” the ghost pulls back, ready to fight. I hold my hand up in a stop motion. I smile.
I continue, “ you meant me no harm, and while i did cause harm, I will offer you this. I will heal this girl. You and her may take dinner with me, we will part ways after, but I can not promise... should we meet again that this will happen again.” I look at the ghost who then points to girl. I cast full protection on me, and then heal the girl. The ghost looks ready to be hurt, but instead glows gently under the heal.
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My head hurts slightly but that goes away and I feel a warm light flowing through me. I thought for sure this crazy Archbishop would kill us, but she didn’t. I feel my Darling wake and tell her be calm. I can feel her tense up and want to run.
“No… don’t run, the Archbishop is trying to be nice, and means well.” I whisper to my Darling. She sits wide eyed, but I float in front of her and hold her face and calm her by singing lullabies. I can’t make out what the Archbishop must be thinking, maybe that I’m going to hurt my Darling, but I don’t want that crazy woman to go back on her word. I keep whispering to my Darling and she listens. She kisses my hands and I know we can be brave together. I go back to floating just behind her, watching the Archbishop. The crazy woman is puzzled but glad we aren't attacking.
“So kid, you talk, or just steal people’s food?” the crazy woman says with a smile on her lips.
“I talk… I just don’t usually talk to people like you.” My Darling is just as cheeky. I can’t help but laugh a little.
“Well your ghost seems to find this funny.”
“Her name is Spirit. She doesn't like being called a ghost.”
“So the ghost is Spirit and what about you?”
“Spirit calls me My Darling, but I’m not always happy with it…” It wounds me that my Darling is so honest, but she’s always been upset with the name. I just don’t know any others to call her by.
“Well, my name is Dagny. It’s a silly name, doesn’t mean much, but Darling is a lovely name.” She looks at us while taking out bowls and spoons.
“I suppose… but I would like a real name.” My Darling replies.
“Well kid, I will repeat the deal to you, that I did to Spirit. You are welcome to share dinner with me, after that we can go different ways. I can’t promise this will ever happen again. We might kill each other next time.” The crazy archbishop, Dagny, looked slightly sad while saying this, but this is true…. we were natural enemies. I let my Darling decide this. It’s her choice.
“.... I suppose it would be nice to have real food. It’s been a really long time…” my Darling looks around all confused and on the verge of panic, but she then grabs the bag and hugs it tight. Dagny at the same time looked a little wary of my Darling, until she figured out what happened. It was quiet for a moment.
“Look, you can keep the buns. They obviously mean something to you, and I can get them anywhere.” I can feel my Darling’s body light up and can almost feel her eyes light up too.
“REALLY~ You can get them anywhere?” She asks.
“Yes, but save those, right now we are eating tantan noodles.” Dagny started to serve them, and my Darling started talking a mile a minute. I suppose having a ghost for someone to talk to all the time was not enough. It was getting darker and easier for me, but I knew my Darling would be even more miserable after this. She would hate that cave with White Lady more and more. I listened as they both talked and ate slowly…. I guess neither really want to leave and part ways just yet.
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They sat around that fire and watched each other, each lost in their own thoughts. Dinner was finished and everything cleaned and returned to it’s place in the backpack, minus the little bag of buns. Dagny thought about how sad Spirit looked as they talked. She wondered if Spirit talked more than a whisper, she obviously cared for the little girl, she was at a huge crossroads of what to do. It was then that Dagny looked at the little girl and said, “let’s think of a name for you before we go different ways.” Spirit felt sadder, but agreed. They would in rounds of thinking in names, but it was Dagny who said, “How about Allori?” and proceeded to tell a whole story behind the name. It was decided. Allori. Spirit felt sad, like she was losing her Darling, but she wanted her to be happy.
Allori laughed and jumped and ran around the small fire with her arms all about. Dagny smiled and Spirit was happy for her. Everything was perfect in this moment. She had a name, she had her buns, and she had a new friend. Just then she stopped in her tracks, because now she knew everything would come to an end. She couldn’t go back to the cave, she didn’t want to go back to the White Lady. She wanted to stay out in the world. She wanted to eat buns all the time and laugh with Spirit and Dagny. She looked at both, in their faces was the sad truth too. She broke down and cried. Spirit rushed to hold her and whisper that they would come out again and be happy because they knew not every human wanted to just kill them.
Dagny watched them and felt the tears come to her eyes. She wiped her eyes and fetched a handkerchief from her bag. She was digging in her bag, looking for it when she found a small book tucked away in the back. She had forgotten all about it for ages. Thank god for messy backpacks. She quickly skimmed the book and found what she needed. She quickly read it and closed the book. She walked over to Allori and Spirit, she then quickly explained what she had found.“If Spirit is willing she can possibly stand to be out in sunlight. but this will be up to Spirit. She will have to let me pour Holy Water on her. Two things can happen. She will be released from Allori, or she will be pure enough to be in sunlight without it hurting both of you. It’s a huge risk, because Spirit will never be able to completely be with her kind again.” When Dagny finished talking, she walked away to let them have time to talk about it.
Spirit didn’t need to talk about, she knew her answer. Allori didn’t want it. She cried and said she would return to the cave. They argued and discussed. Spirit said if they returned to that cave she would make herself small and hide away forever. Allori knew the threat well enough. It had almost happened before…. she accepted Spirit’s choice.
Dagny had them lay down and kissed Allori and said that she would pray that it would make Spirit pure, instead of releasing her. Then Dagny went to Spirit and leaned in close to whisper the same thing. Spirit grabbed at Dagny’s arm, “Will it hurt?” Dagny was stunned to hear chimes in her voice. “I do not know, but if this will help you… Allori means Darling. Peace Spirit, I will pray that you can be pure.” With that Dagny uncovered the holy water and quickly poured it down the length of Spirit. The grip on Dagny’s arm tightened to the point she thought it would break, still she kept praying. Allori, was crying and begging Spirit to stay with her. Then the grip was gone, and so was Spirit.
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For three days Dagny endured Allori hitting her and sobbing, from not moving for hours, to her screaming and running and trying to harm herself. On the fourth day, Dagny decided to take Allori to the city, regardless of how much she was mad at her, she needed to resupply on food and find a place to care for Allori.
“NO! I WILL NOT GO!!!” screamed Allori.
“but you must, we are out of food, and even what i hunt is not enough for both.” explained Dagny.
“NO I WILL STAY HERE FOR SPIRIT!!!”
“Spirit would be sad to know that this is how you repay her gift to you.” Dagny knew she was treading dangerous ground, but she had to get Allori to the city. “Would you shame her sacrifice so much by not taking care of yourself now?”
Dagny saw a million things go through Allori’s eyes. Allori ran full tilt to hurt Dagny, but at last minute was push aside. Dagny stood there with her hands to her face, round eyes before falling to her knees. Allori knew it wasn’t Dagny who pushed her, instead felt warmth from behind her.
“It’s a terrible thing to be so cruel to the crazy Archbishop that offered us dinner and freedom.” a soft voice with the sound of chimes floated in Allori’s ear. Allori just laid there and cried more and turned to wrap her arms around a semi solid Spirit.
“A terrible thing indeed.” replied Dagny as she embraced them both.
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A year later, Allori was the girl with rosy cheeks and ate buns whenever she could, Spirit was always watching over Allori, and Dagny…. she was happily preparing a small party for the three of them. As they sat in front of the food and ate, Spirit nunged Allori, then waited for her to stop gorging herself. Allori smiled and pushed a box in front of Dagny. It took Dagny a moment to collect herself, because in all this time they never gave her a present or anything more than companionship. She never wanted more, but was touched that they would do this for her. She carefully unwrapped it, all the while watching Allori do a wiggle from impatience and Spirit just smiling. When at last it was completely unwrapped there was a wonderfully lovely cap, with a tiny skull on the side. A skull cap. In silver stitching on the inside it said.
“To the Craziest Archbishop, who freed and loved us. Allori & Spirit”
The End ~Fin~
I am not a poet in the classical sense, I write till nothing makes sense and I fall so often I find myself hurting those who might love me, I do not mean to hurt you, I do mean to hold it all inside, even in quiet moments, even in my silent screams … I love , I live , I endure, you know these thoughts fragment, broken from the softest words, and gentlest thought, I am no artist to paint the sky and fill the thoughts of millions, I am here, a woman, with time and love, with hope and sorrow, I am me
A moment
I've seen her many times… she sits and pulls off her stockings and let's her feet cool in the water, feeding the little fish pieces of bread… but today it's different. Her dress is torn and she is badly hurt… she has been crying. You can tell… she never really notices me… but I see her. I've never heard crying like this, it's not pretty or gentle. She sits in the water with her arms wrapped around her bruised legs. She is getting mud on herself but she isn't herself today. She's taking off her glasses and her face is on her knees. I wonder if he will come today… he does that… when ever she's been sad he shows up. But he's not here. I wonder…
She finally leans back and shifts to her side… she's gently crying now… so strange to see her like this. Mostly in water and mud, her arms and face out of the water, she looks like a strange water creature, her clothes sticking to her outside of the water and flowing around her in the water. If this weren't so sad it would almost be pretty. Her magic is useless. She's singing… it's so soft and whispered… but her words are floating.
The little fish come around her and you can tell they are hungry… she just cries more and whispers she is sorry. Over and over she says she is sorry… he finally appears. I watch as he walks in the trees shade… careful to not draw her eye, but she looks different… I think he notices it too… because he runs to her and grabs at her… but she is gone and the dress and her accessories are all that's left. What a shame… he was so close.
When she came back many days later. She looked at me. I was scared. She just licked her teeth and then stared at the spot I last saw her in. She tilted her head and grinned. This person was not her. But a monster in her skin and items… I could not moved. She looked back at me and said… I will never forget you just watching… I think I'll wait for you. She never came back… but I do not go there anymore and I never stay alone. I miss the girl who died of a broken heart…
For Ayin
He rushed now, to get the materials and waited patiently while the girl finished her work. The streets of Alberta were so quiet but he liked it. Soon he would fill the air with his laughter and hopefully… his thoughts drifted. He was roused back to reality as the girl gave him a poke and gave him the gift. She smiled and waved as he rushed off for the port. He grinned as he carried his bundle ever so tenderly. Once he finally landed at the island, he rushed off and waited.
He was early, but he didn’t mind. He watched the water and felt the anticipation build in his heart. It was silly he knew, but it was there, the gentle butterflies and his heart beating hard. Time went slowly and even slower till at last it was time. He put the food out and willed himself to appear calm.
There was a soft shimmer and his heart leapt up; though he tried, he couldn’t contain his giddiness over her being near. He ran up to the shimmer before it finished and to the other person’s delight was kissing their hands. He realized he was kissing the wrong hands and instantly dropped them and apologized. The girl just giggled and offered a more private moment, to which he gave his most amazing smile and whispered in her ear.
“Your hands were the most lovely thing on you, everything else is rather bland.” He knew what was coming, but he took it with good grace. So while the girl beat him and kicked him, he just sighed and waited for her to leave. Once she gave him a proper thrashing and quite a few choice words, she took off and poor Ayin once again resumed his waiting.
Once again time passed slowly and still he waited. He watched people come in and out of town. He counted snow falling. He counted the times the Kafra girl bowed in 10 minutes. He even was so hungry from waiting that he nibbled at his pumpkin pies. Still the one person he longed for did not show. He finally fell asleep. In his dreams he was with her. He was kissing her hands and looking into her sweet eyes. He felt all the world had opened up and rejoiced with him. At that same moment of him finally being able to kiss her most tender lips, he was shaken awake.
“Ayin have you been laying here in the grass all this time? Why are you drooling?”
Ayin heard nothing but the sound of her voice and he quickly gathered her in his arms, trying to kiss her while she protested. He laughed and tried to explain, but once again poor Ayin would find no luck. His dearly beloved just yelled at him for kissing another woman. He looked at her perplexed and resigned to her being upset with him. He tried explaining, but misunderstanding abound, she and he were no longer seeing eye to eye. Ayin feeling downhearted reached in backpack and retrieved the present. He placed it in her hands and waited.
His beloved stood there stunned and finally opened the present. In the box was a simple but lovely sunday hat. Her eyes welled up with joy and shame, with love and sorrow. Ayin opened his mouth to say something but was instead falling into the grass with his beloved kissing his face. He wrapped his arms around her and knew he was forever lucky to have her love him.
*smile* everyone deserves a kiss on new years~ The End…. possibly <3
A song for Pandy <3
Using this chance to look within
She sings a song to pass the time
Kachai Kachai Kachai~
All along Prontera's streets
Searching for more lovely treats
She sings her melody once again
Kachai Kachai Kachai~
Then siege will come and she will appear
And through the walls you will hear
Laughing and echoing everywhere
Kachai Kachai Kachai~
Tempered anger with a gentle touch
Snapping and fisting with graceful care
Never a foe did she spare
Kachai Kachai Kachai~
Her laughter fills the dead men's ears
No matter what the taunts and jeers
She sings to them her song of songs
Kachai Kachai Kachai~
Now off to bed she finally goes
And what she dreams, nobody knows
And while she sleeps the cat will sing
Kachai Kachai Kachai~
For Howl.
I thought myself so grown, casting Jack Frost and JT, but Howl taught me pleasures in simple actions. Slowing down to talk and fight side by side, cherishing the little treasures and scenery as we walked through Midgard. He sang to me and I sang back. Oh my dear and sweet Howl. His quiet charm, graceful flirting, and tranquil demeanor that left giggles and half broken hearts where ever we went. Never tasteless, callow, or boorish; even other men found a good companion in him. No one could ask for a more dedicated friend.
And yet….
Behind smiles for the masses laid sorrow filled eyes that neither sparkled nor engaged. The broken heart that never fully mended was left wanting and lonely. I watched as he lost interest in people, places and things. I watched my dearest friend grow distant and loneliness growing. His voice, which was soothing and highly erotic, had lost it’s luster. It became dull and as distant as the person himself. He vanished… or maybe, I stopped believing in him. Possibly he was just the accumulation of all my wishes and longings, dreams focused into shaping, shaping pushed and twisted into being. That was my darling Howl.
I turn onto my back, shielding the sun with my arm. I feel the sobs form in my chest, the deepening of my heart. The terrible feeling of loss overwhelms me. I am no longer Amelie and I have lost my friend.
In a whimsical moment I came to remember the joys of the past only to find the present so much harder to bear. I bite my bottom lip thinking of how he would tease me, trying to find solace in those thoughts. I slowly come undone. I can not escape this pain. I do not know how long I laid like that. Truth be told I no longer cared. I lived in the land of the endless sun, letting the burn of the sun try and burn the sorrow from my heart. I do not know how long time passed or didn’t pass, but I finally found a small light within me. In my mind I could just imagine what a picture I made, hair disheveled and shoes off again. Red, swollen lips from biting my lips much too hard, sleeves wet from playing in water. *sigh* Puffy eyes didn’t help either. Even still, I can not undo the ever growing chasm in my heart, and the painful tightness in my throat. Oh that he were here to tease me into anger and say…
“You are still a dummy.” soft as silk, gentle as first rain, voice of God. My imagination has made me mad. To hear words I long for, to hear the laughter in that voice again. No, this is just a waking dream… a day mare to torment me even further.
“Will you not respond to me now? This is interesting, indeed.” I feel the breathe of those words upon my ear and the gentlest of moans escapes my lips. Oh how wicked my mind plays these tricks on me, but I will follow this madness, though it is nothing but the wind and my sorrow with me.
“I see you have once again been playing and ripped your stockings” A finger tip traces the cut in my dress along my leg to where I do indeed have a rip in my stocking. I close my eyes tighter and fall deliciously and deliriously headlong into the daydream. To open my eyes, would be so far worse… to lose my friend once again. I can not stop the delicious shivers as fingertip traces back up my leg, to the lace of undergarments.
“I wonder, my dear, what are the color of an Archbishop’s panties?” the words fall playfully and my senses swallow them whole remembering the flavor and feel of the words and tones. If this had really been Howl, I would hit him soundly and stomped off, but so desperate to hear my friend once more, I lay there and let the imaginings of my mind take over. I feel him tracing the underside of my arm that is now exposed, soft yet solid, he traces down to the side of arm, sliding even farther to the sides of my ribs. I giggle, I could not help myself and smiles tug at the corners of my mouth.
“You have been terribly naughty, biting your lips, and crying without reason.” I feel his fingers barely touch my still hurting lips. He laughs and in that moment I no longer care, this bittersweet dream must end. I embrace him with my eyes closed, but he is solid, and still very much laughing. I open my eyes and there laying next to me on the pier is my dear Howl. Joy fills me and I kiss his hands. He laughs and sits up pulling me to do the same.
“Did you miss me so much that you had to go and change everything about you?” he asks, while twirling the strands of hair between his fingers. I follow his eyes to my gown, seeing the radical changes between the Amelie I once was and the Archbishop I am now. I look at my gown and quickly try to finger brush my hair back.
“NO!” I retort, but we both know it’s a terrible lie.
“I see. I suppose I shall take my leave then.” he starts to put himself up, I know he will go. I place my hand on his and say, “I am lost without my friends and you, my dear Howl, have made me very lost.” He smiles as only he can and pulls me up. He helps me dust off my dress; taking too many liberties as to where his roaming hands go, when patting my dress. I heal myself right up and teleport us to town. I talk without stopping, and buy random things for us to enjoy. Howl says very little but smiles and walks with me, pointing at new things for me to explain. The world is new again and we will have many more memories.
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People gather behind the Archbishop and watch her. They had seen her around and she always had a smile, but this time she practically glowed. The shop keeper’s little daughter asked her mother, who is the lady talking to. The mother not fully paying attention to the daughter’s question and already turning back to her work, responded by saying never stay too long out in the desert sun. People in the town smiled at the Archbishop and offered her rest, she declined and kept talking to no one at her right. Many people in the town of Veins sadly smiled and shook their heads behind her back when they saw her. Too many adventurers went into the desert and most came back before too long, because the heat was more than people could endure if not prepared. Then there were the few, that stayed too long alone in the desert sun, when they came back, they were always better, happier, but never the same, and always talking to someone who was never there.
The End.
Ideas..... the what if story
If you haven't noticed, I'm really upset! Most times I'm a happy go lucky kind of girl. But after being ditched by my 'fellow' adventurer and getting a huge kafra bill, stupid storage, can you blame me? I'm now trying to get free equipment so I can save my zeny and travel the world. My goal was just to have a nice little shop on the streets of Prontera, do a few deals here and there. I had already learned so much about the local ecomony, but I was ready to see more of the world. Now... I want to hit the Eden guy, some secret hide out... everyone is there! Oh well, might as well suck this up too. Stupid Adventuring!!!
(So where do you want this story to go?~ items, People, neat little things that should be added to story. all suggestions are welcomed. *smile*)
Edited by tatihana00, 01 March 2015 - 01:08 AM.