Topic: Happily After Ever

Ever

Date: 2009-11-24 12:26 EST
When you run away you run to where you cannot be found. Hidden like a secret. A needle not in a haystack but within the needles. Ever had sought her freedom and found a loophole. Pinpoint space with barely any room for breath, any margin of space.

Yet she was free. Well....if this was freedom.

All of it had been given up. An Angel's Lament. A Maiden's bounty. A proud woman's story. All of it was gone. Leaving nearly nothing left but a name.

Ever.

Clothes borrowed, stolen, claimed. Much too big and ever would be oversized till they seemed to swallow her whole. Drowning in fabric. Never would she suffocate.

The first nights of freedom found in the presence of a gypsy witch and one blessed and cursed by Eternal Thirst.

Ever was always a giving sort, making amends for those that....had taken her place. So many times. She would always feel the guilt. The duty to make up the cost. No matter the price.

Even if it meant an offering of her own life blood. That painted stain was not always the jewels of rubies burning in fire. Sometimes the cost was priceless.

Unspoken by Ever of all she was. Her depth of secrets.

She felt safe with them here. Her collection of friends. All as unique facets as Ever ought to be. How Ever was.

It was not home.

It was a hideaway.

Ever

Date: 2009-11-24 12:42 EST
She had offered her wrist like a fool's martyr. Naive towards Lilliana's gentle warnings that would be omen birds on the wings of words. Heed not this temptation, this salvation it would warn.

Ever was lost in her need to seek redemption, forgiveness. The purge of sins that others had taken on their soul if only for Ever to remain.

Eternal.

A wrist offered, haven dark eyes accepting and trusting. Yet the sharp of ivory would not find the mark of pearl gleam flesh. Instead a press of lips to wrist as a token mark. A decline.

Friend. Protector and near Guardian he had become to her. A constant that provided a solemn safety to Ever.

As constant as the bright flame of the Coven Queen, the skitterish presence of Elle Gianna. Unique and individual.

Constants.

The Untouchable Nigel of her homelands that carried tension near as humming vibrations of energy around him. Another friend found, perhaps a calm confidant.

The Strangest conversations would lead to the most endeared to Ever. Cherished they all would be.

And recent now....was Tanner.

A wonder still to her. A curiousity and intrigue. Ever was drawn.

Safety. Security. Comfort.

The innocent bloom of endeared affection towards the cattle hand.

Far from a child's whim and clutch of security blanket, there was more then that.

His presence was her haven. Her place to escape to when the Nightmares returned....and oh they would return.

Ever

Date: 2009-11-24 23:26 EST
Nightmares. They would be constant in Ever's life. Night left alone for Ever would be torment and torture.

Such would show in the scarlet ribbons of revelation of her tears from prior nightmares. Exhaustion worn on her body like a dress.

A hope for comfort. Peace and quiet. Gentle freedom from the Nightmares that haunted the darkest hours of her night. It was one of the few things Ever wished for.

Tanner had seen it. She knew that he had but skirted the truth of his awareness with darting eyes and soft words.

He wanted to be her comfort. One to look after her when the nightmares haunted her spirit and soul.

Truth be told when the nightmares had plagued her with their return, she had catered to the notion of going to his room. Seeking that warmth and comfort that Tanner always seemed to bring to her.

Instead she faced the demons of her torture alone. But he was there and wanted to protect her from them all. To weather that storm with her.

So there she was ending up with a step over the threshold of 17.

Hugging that blanket and pillow to her chest like a sweet security.

Her safety net.

The tea would soothe her, still those rattled nerves and that nervous filly nature of her spirit all of a sudden.

Heart like a drum in its fierce pounding nature to the cage of her ribs.

Ever had managed to ease out of the oversized dress to reveal the more suitably fitting nightown beneath. Choosing to sleep over the covers with her blanket drawn close to her form.

Still warmth and comfort of the cattlehand at her side would draw her. Drawn till her body had curled to his and head had found a resting place on his chest rather then her pillow.

The reassuring beat of his heart soothed her to sleep.

Till she woke up screaming.

Nightmares a dark ichor to stain her soul and leave her screaming like a banshee, tears streaming down her face. The voice at her ears so soothing that she believed it to be a lie.

But then arms were around her. Soothing her. Gentle coaxing whispers to calm her.

Trust meant everything to her.

Ever fell asleep in his arms. Not finding another moment where the nightmares would come to her again that night.

Ever

Date: 2009-11-28 16:29 EST
She dreamed. Harmless dreams. Sweet dreams. Days had passed and choices made leaving Ever in the dark hours of the night safe within Tanner's arms.

Ever would dream of wheat fields and wild mustangs. Strong, proud creatures born with an endless nature of spirit and freedom.

She stirred in his arms, through dreams. Curled closer to the scent of him that her subconscious related to comfort, warmth, security, and wheat fields.

A smile tucked to the corner of her lips.

Within dreams the wild mustangs thundered past her, her fingers outstretched to feel their sweat dappled flanks.

It had been dark for so long.

Finally to find the sun again.

Heat and Light.

Warmth and Hope. All of it came through forged by the mere presence of the cattlehand.

Ever

Date: 2010-02-06 07:13 EST
The winter had taken the light.

Stolen the heat, and with it took the cattlehand.

Ever might have, could have mourned but the growing distance was a constant.

Something Ever was used to.

Where the spider silk of her life became an infinite spool, the threads of those known around her were snapped so short.

Ended so soon.

The Winter made her tired. Reminded her far too much of her soul.

Lovely cold.

Her eyes closed. Haven-dark seeking solace.

One palm lifted.

Kissed the glass of the window pane.

This was no veil to part.

No stepping through the looking glass this time.

He had not found her here, thus it was easier to remain.

To save them all...

She would remain.

Ever.

Ever

Date: 2010-02-22 06:24 EST
What is one to do when they find one like yourself...

But not.

In the dark damp of the alley she wished only to know, to find, to discover,

To see if the stars really would fall.

Instead of fallen stars there was a man.

With a story like her own.

But not.

He could die.

Damned.

Destined.

To live again.

There were no innocence that had to be taken in order to assure that he lived.

That he survived.

In the Winter.

In the Mist and Fog.

Secrets revealed.

Come the morning light would they all be burned away?

Forgotten.

There was much she could forget.

Not this.

Lips so soft in so much of the rough solid of a man.

Ghost kiss before savage.

All spectrums.

In a blanc and noir of the moment seemed meant for the film noir sequence,

Ever had found color.