" have you any idea the t h i n g s lady lunafreya says of you when not in your presence? "
– – Doubt was a parasite. Feasting upon optimism, devouring it until once bright demeanor turned to blackened cinder. Prone to perfect decay., hope had a liability to DIE when vile persona knew how to quench it. && ever so often, one as tenebrous as the CROW fell victim to selfiessly horded concern. Despite it all; albeit love promised & vows spoken, sorrow still nestled in the depths of a glaive’s mind – why, she oft wondered, for beloved other had promised to give discarded
engagementring BACK. Betrothal & hierarchy no longer there to accentuate her anxiety ; no symbol there to remind her. Yet fear sat d e e p , embedded in an unreveled mindforevermore.Thus words of a jester were
meant to leave truculent marks.Alerted crow was no stranger to HIS entity. Held conversation had been unsetteling; resurfacing memory alone twisting knots into feeble heartstrings. Invisible wounds BURNT beneath concealing cloth, even those the oracle had healed – phantom pain … an ill foreboding. As if HE could see through
perfectlycomposed masquerade; cracks mended throughout latest journey. Lunafreya had loosened her defences, had sheathed bits of her armor – was viligant protector thus bound to be felled by the manipulator’s hand? Oh so vulnerable, oh so SOFT whenever beloved other was mentioned. Pondering drifted, clung to HER, who waited back at their encampment.how had he been able to find them?
“ – don’t test me. ”
Behold, a crow’s talons are lethal; as sharp as the black bird’s tongue. A warning –
leave, or you shall burn like Lazarus did.Don’t tempt the arsonist. Honorifics were dropped, muscles throbbing in unison to the fire rushing through seething veins – flames that sparked at fingertips;a far too TIMID glow, crawling over the arced back of her hand. Not visible; the ghost of a wildfire. HE triggered an audacious streak noticeable in the way feet shifted, in the way auburn gander boiled beneath furrowed brow – ambushing a soldier never ended well. Still … it felt as if adamant bulwark lacked fortitude; the crow’s thoughts scattered; elsewhere. Focused on the very way the jester approached, closed in, circled strained figurine with the desire to VOICE fatal words – syllables drilling into the layers of her skull, p i e r c i n g through brittle expressions ere hitting stubborn muscle looming in a hollow chest.‘have you any idea … ‘
As if he could peer into her SOUL.
Standing here midst trees as tall as edifice, a random thought crossed troubled mind; how could HE know? Was he but a fleeting presence ( or the voice in the back of her head? Singing of ethics, of loyalty, of TRANSGRESSION? ) or one meant to lead her astray? Oh, can’t you see that your attempts are futile? For black bird was well aware of the frivolities commited, of the scandal THEIR relation would conjure. BUT tell me,dear crow, is that not what you deserve? An end not predestined but woven with their own hands? To withstand what fate dictated & listen to the very want which lay slumbering in tattered bones? One had tricked DEATH, one had bled, one had burnt, one had suffered before indulging – duty bound, born to c e a s e in the crossfire of longing & her own moral code. Mayhaps what was meant to perish had to find its end eventually. Had she thus agreed? Succumbed,per se. Moribund; the scarred sinner who tainted saintly other with a single touch –
‘ … the things Lady Lunafreya says … ‘
Don’t fall, don’t fall. Don’t listen, for you KNOW what sort of impact a jester’s words can have! Be reminiscent of the day HE dared to infiltrate your mind for the very first time; train station. A symbol for her incompetence to DEFEND herself. && thus regret & remorse had pilled – ! Please, oh please REMAIN steadfast. Voices of a thousand atrocities echoed through of torn animus; a former comrade’s betrayal resounding louder than ever. Was there even a justification for turning the traitor into a pile of ASH –
for her, for HER! && now here you stand, listening to the tale of a liar.‘ … of you…’
Misery stroke; heart burning as if transfixed by a steaming blade – torrid steel, once more amortizing aching soul. Attacking the weak link of the chain again & again – did he know what was ramparting in the crow’s quivering frame? Exposing your emotions; his words an unyielding hand wrapped around
fecklesssentiments. Indeed, this is all you have ever feared. To come too close, to invest emotions & burn, burn because of it. For all you have sacrificed, for the cordial phenomenon experienced & shared; what if you are nothing more than distraction? A fleeting fantasy royal one ( how heavy Lunafreya’s title suddenly SEEMED ) lived out for the sake of vaporizing boredom & undergo the urge to r e b e l ?‘ …when not in your presence?’
Behold. How QUICKLY tangerine gleam died out. Invoked fire snuffed before it could leap from a spread palm. Tension in body & soul intensified; alas, her defence was lowered, a parasite now worming its way through
corrodedveins – planted d o u b t falling on fertile ground. Brows quirk, hands descend. Eyes now displaying the excrutiating turmoil raging within –Every assumption held a glint of truth.
“ … what do you mean? “
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