Topic: Haven's Lyrical Notes

Underground Sound

Date: 2010-06-04 21:41 EST
the way she paints the world — i want that in my life emeralds, you should know, are renting in her meadow with a stroke beauty lives how could i resist you are desire ~Tori Amos -Another Girl's Paradise~

The penmanship was flowing, beautiful designs of black ink that curled and danced along the papyrus white of Haven's diary. For so long the ink had known nothing but spell translations and the exquisite artistic touch of writing to the demon's own book of magic.

It was a comforting thing as she sat down at her desk that night to know that perhaps the ink now would be far more tranquil and soothed rather then rebellious and furious, lost and abandoned as it seemed to have been after all those years in the world below.

The Ever After it had been called, a place that crawled and sang with magic and energy and yet there was so much more that was deadly and terrible in its beauty that lingered there below.

The pen was set to paper and it all came natural to her, a soothing thing of realization that this perhaps was her first mark of freedom, her first mark of sanctuary.

June 6

I am ever so glad that I managed to find my way here. Whatever magical thread or impulse or unknown force of nature that brought me here truly has my blessings and my thanks. Then again, I can't help but wonder if perhaps maybe it's just another influence of that which bound me in the Ever After. The bindings that kept me with the mark of the one that will not be named. Yet what purpose could he possibly have for me here" Demons and angels walk in the same room here, shape shifters and religious zealots co-exist.

It's all so strange and yet so refreshing. I have met the most wonderful and endearing individuals that just seem to take away everything else that lingers like a terrible nightmare in the back of my mind. The music keeps me going, gives me the energy and the will to not allow my spirit to shatter under the harsh repression of that darkness, but I think the people I have met are helping too.

Lucien "Lucky' Mallorek and his friends from the start were kind to me. The companionship and endearing affection between Mason and Eva is something that I find ever so charming. It makes my heart all alight with warmth and joy to see it there between them. There is of course so many others that the names are but pretty ribbons I keep interwoven through my thoughts and in my mind. I would never be so rude as to forget a name or a face. Bless, I hope I wouldn't.

I have also found the companionship of a spider of the Rhy'din Watch named Lucky who has the softest fur I've ever felt' and he purrs! Can you believe it Di, he purrs. It's such a pleasant sound. I met him on the same evening I came to meet the feykin, Chris and the lovely violinist that I never found the name of? but his music was as sweetly played as the lines of his form.

There are those I have met at the duel areas, the fighting something of sport that comes to a strange fascination to me. So many new wonderful things I have learned of? or perhaps I just forgot them. It has been so long since I was Above.

Then of course there is Ezekiel. Always there is Ezey. Is it wrong for him so quick and so soon to be a constant in my mind" That the mere thought of him leaves my heart like a hummingbird and my head spinning and light with laughter and music.

I think I'll do as I said and take a few days off. It would be pleasant to spend some time to get to know him more, if he would but let me.

I don't know Di, what do you think" Is good fortune finally to turn my way' I wish I knew" If only.

A dreamy sigh freed as the light was snapped off at her desk and she returned to her bed if but to dream. Perhaps it would be dreams this night and not the nightmares"

Underground Sound

Date: 2010-06-19 18:20 EST
And the leaves at my feet whisper sounds so familiar whisper so familiar- are you there" are you there"

Where the clouds pull apart and the moon changes faces in the quiet secret places are you there" are you there" Concrete Blonde-Darkening of the Light

The pen was scratchy and rapid, erratic on the page....restless and distraught.

She looked down to the ink stained blotches and frowned even as she chewed on the edge of it. Her mind was born of lightning and storm clouds, shadows and moon light.

The Night Dark of her eyes held so much more then stars at that moment.

"Leave me be."

The words were a sacred plea....one she knew would never be respected.

June 19

This place is a mystery to me, those within it a danger or a torment. Sweet bliss and uncertainty. I'm drawn to Ezekiel even if I know nothing of him.

Nothing of him save his pleasure and preference of his smoking, the taste of his mouth, the quick nature of his smile, his voice, all there that is present for the eye to see.

Everything beyond is a mystery. Smoke and mirrors even if he seemed so bothered by my confession that the shadows followed me, ever since I touched the Shadow Man.

Does he even realize if I saw the Shadow Man again I would likely do the same again?

He doesn't know really much of me either....perhaps it's for the best.

The pint sized redhead seemed to wish my head when I was there with Lucky.

Darlings and sweethearts. Friends and folies.

Ever so elusive each and every one of those and I've yet to understand the definitions.

I'm so tired tonight, the melody is a chaotic nursery rhyme in my head and maybe just maybe in the Ever After someone is walking on the life chains that bind me still.

There's no escaping that....

In the distance the darkness was painted with jagged teeth of lightning.

Haven's thoughts were preoccupied with the moment only hours before of standing on the porch with Lucky watching the horizon.

She knew well enough both of their minds were distant, lost on other thoughts left unspoken while the charade was played on that everything was alright.

The door was brought open and a step over the threshold. The woman walked barefoot in her stockings along those rough, slick cobblestones even as it began to gently rain.

That in itself brought a smile to her lips even as she wished the rain would pour, soak her to the bone....wash away the sin.

Underground Sound

Date: 2010-07-04 14:05 EST
I walk I wade Through full lands And lonely I stumble I stumble With you I wait To be born Again With love comes the day Just hold on to me

Now is the time to follow through, to read the signs Now the message is sent, let's bring it to its final end

One-day-I-know-there'll-be-a-place-called-home.

*PJ Harvey-A Place Called Home*

A night beneath fireworks in the forecast. Picnic meals and blankets. It seemed what they all were looking for was that bit of celebration and Haven felt nothing more then hollow and confused.

Nibbling on the edge of the pen she looked around the empty room. A flicker glimpse of drinking games under the stars if only to learn about the person across from her. She had to wonder....was that all it was?

July 4th

Life is a game.

It's made up of careful ploys and cautious traps.

Love is a serenade. A charade.

Just another game we play.

Lust is closer to the equation.

Affection elusive.

I'm not sure I fit in. Maybe the time I spent trapped and kept in the Ever After as a demon's apprentice made me....awkward. Not so easy to figure out anyone any more. Everything is complex and strange.

Just a tangle of mind games. Riddles and Secrets. It's all I know.

Maybe for the best....but yet I search for the open. The vivid intensity of stars in a night sky. To know it all....as truth. Reality. I need to feel this is all real and not a delusional fantasy.

The pen set aside and she rose from the vanity. The red robe stepped out of and draped on the chair as she stood naked before her closet.

The choices of clothing, of costumes really to hide the scars in was so much easier.

So much easier.

Gentle red cotton of the sun dress, the crystal of her hair brought to serpentine coils piled atop her crown.

A smudge of gloss, cherry red upon her lips. Hardly the vision of the royal highborn she used to be.

A turn away from the mirror and a head out into the night. The world was on fire for Haven, but it never burned down.