"The thorns of the rose, Magda....that is where the true beauty lies. Have you not seen that when the petals fall away and die that the thorns remain. Ever constant. Remember that Beauty....the thorns transcend even Death. You my dear....are the Thorn."
Those mystery born blues lifted in their coquettish way to the one that had trained her what it was to know the beauty of a rose in winter and the spill of blood in the night to leave the quiet calm.
"The Thorn?"
"You will understand in time, Magda. The disaster of you....is beautiful."
The rain hit the glass of her window and stirred her into a languid bliss of tranquil peace as she stretched out in that king size bed of the studio apartment the rest of the Reserve had managed to set up for her.
They knew of them all Magda was the most homesick since they had come here. That Magda in her elusive way was uncertain of her place here, feeling like she never quite belonged.
The wild garden though of her metaphysically and biogenetically enhanced roses were the only things that seemed to offer her calm. The greenhouse left with glass that would give her a vantage view of the night sky. Yes those were the things that would sate her restless soul.
A walk in the garden perhaps would soothe her and she sighed as she stirred to move from the bed when she found her movements met with dispute.
Hitting a hard wall of flesh.
She stirred in a disturbed realization that there was another in her bed. Magda always slept alone....and yet....not tonight.
His arms were around her and holding her close that it made it a struggle to untangle herself from that embrace. What was more of a struggle was that Magda found she really didn't want to.
Disturbed by this very small realization she managed to pry herself slowly and carefully out of his embrace as to not disturb his slumber. A hand through her hair to smooth it into submission as she pulled on the silken robe of asian design. Scattered rose petals upon the black night shade of the material.
It whispered against her skin, a private indulgence of comfort as she moved to her desk, considered all the requests made by the Reserve for promotional advertisement, all that was needed. She if anything tonight had no desire to look at it.
One look back to the man in her bed caught again. Unsettled and drawn all in the same moment.
Such unorthodox ways.
To her garden with its ever savage beauty and strange magnificence of creations not meant for nature would she escape.
A touch of fingertips in a caress to a silvered rose with its blackened veins like a shiny bit of moonlight and darkness mated. It reminded her....of him.
Like he knew. He was there and she made no protest to reprimand him or tell her that she wished to be left alone. His lips in silence pressed to the back of her neck and she held up the rose in silent offering to him as the soft caress of the petals brushed the hard line of his jaws.
Sometimes things were not as you wanted them....but what you needed....when it came to a savage garden and a tragic kingdom....Magda wished for nothing more then change in this beginning.
Those mystery born blues lifted in their coquettish way to the one that had trained her what it was to know the beauty of a rose in winter and the spill of blood in the night to leave the quiet calm.
"The Thorn?"
"You will understand in time, Magda. The disaster of you....is beautiful."
The rain hit the glass of her window and stirred her into a languid bliss of tranquil peace as she stretched out in that king size bed of the studio apartment the rest of the Reserve had managed to set up for her.
They knew of them all Magda was the most homesick since they had come here. That Magda in her elusive way was uncertain of her place here, feeling like she never quite belonged.
The wild garden though of her metaphysically and biogenetically enhanced roses were the only things that seemed to offer her calm. The greenhouse left with glass that would give her a vantage view of the night sky. Yes those were the things that would sate her restless soul.
A walk in the garden perhaps would soothe her and she sighed as she stirred to move from the bed when she found her movements met with dispute.
Hitting a hard wall of flesh.
She stirred in a disturbed realization that there was another in her bed. Magda always slept alone....and yet....not tonight.
His arms were around her and holding her close that it made it a struggle to untangle herself from that embrace. What was more of a struggle was that Magda found she really didn't want to.
Disturbed by this very small realization she managed to pry herself slowly and carefully out of his embrace as to not disturb his slumber. A hand through her hair to smooth it into submission as she pulled on the silken robe of asian design. Scattered rose petals upon the black night shade of the material.
It whispered against her skin, a private indulgence of comfort as she moved to her desk, considered all the requests made by the Reserve for promotional advertisement, all that was needed. She if anything tonight had no desire to look at it.
One look back to the man in her bed caught again. Unsettled and drawn all in the same moment.
Such unorthodox ways.
To her garden with its ever savage beauty and strange magnificence of creations not meant for nature would she escape.
A touch of fingertips in a caress to a silvered rose with its blackened veins like a shiny bit of moonlight and darkness mated. It reminded her....of him.
Like he knew. He was there and she made no protest to reprimand him or tell her that she wished to be left alone. His lips in silence pressed to the back of her neck and she held up the rose in silent offering to him as the soft caress of the petals brushed the hard line of his jaws.
Sometimes things were not as you wanted them....but what you needed....when it came to a savage garden and a tragic kingdom....Magda wished for nothing more then change in this beginning.