I Am DeadUnconsciously... I move closer.
Intentionally... you step back.
Why am I reaching for you?
Why are you pulling away?
Because of her?
Because of me?
Disgusted... I am.
I feel toyed, played...
You look at me like I have a disease...
As if I am plagued with sickness.
But, you kiss me like there is no other on earth...
Like the angel you call me.
All right... I am...
Yes... sort of...
So much confusion here...
Please, make it go away.
"I can't," you say.
"It's not the right time."
Oh... what a tangled mess this is...
Will there ever be some relief in sight?
I am here.
You are here.
I think I might die.
You always say... RIGHT NOW!
What about tomorrow?
"I don't make plans."
What a tragic realization...
This... all of this...
Is it for naught?
Well? Is it?
I am screaming now as I stand here in silence beside you.
We inhale the smoke...
But... I am only la
Wolven Master Prologue Pt 5
Weeks went by...
Devious visited the arts district daily now and had made many new friends and acquaintances besides the fact she, too, was making a name for herself and was quite popular. She was no longer pining her days away in Argent's parlor, waiting for him, but she always made sure she was there to greet him upon his return home. She loved Argent with all her heart and would always be thankful to him for his rescue of her, but his pushing and keeping her just out of reach was too painful. She couldn't just sit around and wait for him all the time...
She sat now in the pub where Pierre had first introduced her to the regulars, writing something in a darkened corner, sipping a glass of red wine.
"Hello, Luvvy," came a distinct British accent from across the table. A young man with dark blue eyes and wavy, golden hair took the seat across from Devious after kissing he
Wolven Master Prologue Pt 4
Devious sat casually upon the window seat, a thick stack of papers resting in her lap, a stubby piece of charcoal pressing lightly against the top page as she swirled it around, shading the sketch of her own naked form. She unknowingly was biting her lips repeatedly, making them a deep red, her jaden eyes steadily upon her drawing, but her mind far away. The tears she'd been shedding throughout the day had left their distinct mark in gray trails from her eyes to her jawline.
She stared blankly at the drawing, idly darkening her hair more than it should have been. She was so lost in thought, so numb to all things around her that she didn't hear Argent come in and she nearly lept out of her own skin as he placed a cool, slender hand upon her bare shoulder.
"What do you have there, Childe?" he oozed in languid, melodious tone.
Whipping her head around, her long red hair swirling about
Wolven Master Prologue Pt 3
A week passed. Morning teas and late suppers, followed by conversation-filled hours in the parlor, Argent and Devious shared every moment possible with one another. They seemed to feed off of one another, each gaining something from the other... something they desperately needed.
Devious spent her days in the parlor, reading books and doing research on all sorts of topics which held her interest, while Argent was away doing... whatever it was he did during those hours, she knew not, and he was not one to be liberal with information of that kind. She didn't mind the solitude really, but she found herself becoming more and more anxious to see him in the evenings as the days wore on.
She was almost giddy on the ninth night of her stay with the "rescuer", as she tried to focus on a novel she'd been reading for the past two nights. She was properly perched at the window
Wolven Master Prologue Pt 2
She worked the ivory comb through her length of silken tresses as she sat upon the tufted stool before the dressing table. She rather had a blank stare as she peered into her own eyes in the reflection. Her mind was tattered and torn, memories and nightmares flashing across her thoughts like taunting clowns dancing wickedly in the dark carnival.
Robotically, she set the comb upon the top of the table, her eyes glazed over as her hand automatically inched up and around her naked throat. The absence of the collar was unfamiliar and unsettling. Tears welled up in her veridian orbs as all the beautiful memories of her time as a slave came to her mind all at once, but were soon replaced with visions of horror and pain.
Staring at herself in the ornately-framed mirror, she was hardly the girl she knew... but, somehow, she remembered looking like this perhaps long ago.