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"
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"