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09-17-2014, 11:15 AM
beloved
Could they learn from one another, if one mind was not broken and the other unguarded by the loss and pain that the first could not feel? Beloved held nothing to her blackened heart but delights, things that she had trained herself to feel her manicured and practiced delicate emotions over, for nothing was truly wonderful and nothing was truly without beauty but the rage that bubbled over as instantly as it subsided into the maniacal confines of her corrupted skull. The world is only as it is, distorted in its perfection, each facet true and gleaming as ink upon a white page, and she knows she is not like the others; she can hear them when she turns away, when they think the wind gilds their words in silence, but it does not touch her, it does not matter. She is only as she is, she can be no more for she is everything and she cannot be less because she is a Queen of the Universe and she traipses upon the coat tails of fate. Let their doubtful souls be damned, let their bodies be burned and maimed and ravaged in the embrace of time, for she was not like they were and she was glorious for her differences. "The water knows you," she replies softly. The woman, pale and dipped in crimson, she obeys the softly ushered command of the one who hears the brook ripple and dip, cry and croon, words found in their incoherent song that slip unheard through the ears of more whole creatures. The dragon moves to rest upon her spine as she turns with her soft, sorrowful smile, a mask delicate, impossible to adorn by the dark marked devil of a woman who delivers her own empty and maddened grin in return. The next question catches the crazed one of guard, draws her brows high and eyes gleaming crazily in the red light of the ethereal heavens. A pool of blood, of life fluid turned solid? It is as enchanting in sound as the truth of that broken castle had been, the ghostly wretch that lived within and pandered his gifts through a maw cascading maggots. A nervous titter of giggles breaks her silence, hooves shifting beneath her as her head shakes a slow no. "Is it far?" die like God, on the cover of time |
Feel free to attack her with physical or magical violence at your own risk. ;D
