There was a stillness. Motionless. Arms flung out in silent offering. Beautiful the vision, that blessing and tribute of the gods. Wide spread arms in glorious welcome. The winds licked and danced, tongues of the breeze sensual to trace along her flesh and pull at the witch's dress. Come play, little witch the breathing caress of a slyph's alluring voice would beckon. Still she would not move. Her patience, her dutiful nature was admirable. The dusk mark of flesh glistened, gleaming glimmer of promise. Creation forged of starlight and shadows. Her presence was a breathtaking contradiction to the glory of angels. Never would she aim so high. A Valendria witch ever and always. Portrait of beauty and gracing spells. One only had to look to truly see.
See that she was dying. Those outstretched arms were not an offering of tribute. The thick iron stakes had cut and tore through sinew and bone, veins and muscle, kept her in that puppeteer's position of martyrdom. Ever she had denied the sweet temptation of emotion. Walls made, shielded from the sensation of affection and adoration. She felt too much. Felt so much and this... these tainted twisting emotions. Their hatred, their desire, their loathing disgust and need was killing her even as scarlet drops of witch blood burned the ground below her crucified figure.
Those final hours, the glimmer in eyes became dying stars. Fading. Till the stakes were torn from her wrists and she collapsed. The sweet bliss of darkness came. Taking her away with that rough whisper to the shell of her ear.
"You must live."
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Days
I haven't seen days
Just solid water
Down my face
The darkness had been chased away by the stars, by the sliver smile of the moon.
There was a familiar nature of this place. Rain dropped wet kisses on that dusk marked visage. Lashes fluttered, opened those dark portals. Black diamonds in the rough. It was so dark they saw stars again. Knew the torment of pain. Rising to her knees she shuddered as a wild beast, scrambled in the dead leaves and wet grass. Ley line tapped. Held at the ready as spindled energy pooled in her thoughts. Tasting the ever after on her tongue.
Survival was the first thought. Realization. Not there. Gaze fell to those brutal rendered wrists. Scars now. Fingers curled into fists and there was the shattered cry that was a murder of ravens call of anguish and torment.
Searching shuffle through thoughts, memories. The question of where life had gone, where death had been. Black darkness drenched memories. Lapse in time. All was taken. No memory of how she had returned here. Rhy'din.
Days
I've missed so many days
In a world that has become an unfamiliar place
Now to you, I'm just an unfamiliar face
The place was not her home. A place she did not belong. Never to fit and yet here she was again.
Whispers rustled in thoughts. A clacking,mocking laughter. Dark depths rested on the ravens that settled in trees. The witch rose to her feet, fingers smoothed through twilight and shadow curls. A stubborn grace of lifted chin, the calm air of defiance.
I'm losing myself again
You swore you'd be around this time
Their laughter always seemed to melancholy to her. She knew this place. A place once named as home was now an embered ruin. One wall still stood in shatters. Mocking smudges of ash-sticks to write the words. Never cursed but those words haunted her.
Back turned. A walk away. The path unfurled as a languid dark beast before her, stretching and arching as a panther would in delicious awakening from long cat naps in shadows.
When revelation calls
And everything is blown away
When revelation calls
She walked on without question and returned to a place so familiar and yet so unfamiliar. Home for the Unwelcome one.
(All in bold -lyrics from 'Blown Away'-Shiny Toy Guns)