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Once upon a time...
There’s a stillness in the air, as I take the eastern shores of Eversong. The sun sets leaving behind hues of plums, and golden rose colors within the clouds. I take in the area around me, the saltwater, the waves crashing against the shoreline, damping hems of my dress as my toes sink into the sand. I recall how much has changed in months passed, how much I’ve changed. I’m remembered each time I look down upon my hands. Void touched hands, that I have welcomed, the hands that allowed me to love, be loved. A welcomed darkness that I have grown ever so fond of, and found security in. It’s nauseating at times, or perhaps they’re just butterflies still even after all these months, but what is there to complain about? Nothing. A sigh escapes me, though I can’t make of if it’s one of content, fear, sadness. Perhaps all the above, and perhaps that my once upon time could quickly turn into a child’s nightmare, or perhaps it is embraced, and cared for. Loved. The outcomes are endless when thought about it. When the shoreline ends my walk will end, and I am that much closer to reality once again. Though for now, my mind will write the drafts of the next bits of my story, my-our once upon a time. (It’s probably not any good but I just had to get a jumbled thought process out of my mind.)
~The Twilight Conservatory~
A sprawling estate that looms in the southernmost end of Eversong Woods. A home which straddles the border of the sprawling, lush, verdant woods and the dark, tainted, scarred home of the Ghostlands. An abode which straddles two separate lifetimes. One entrenched in the darkness, and the other a shimmering beacon of home, resiliency, and family.
Though these two dichotomous themes live within one estate spearheaded by a powerful witch and her close family, they share one common goal — an estate by which all come to learn, The Twilight Conservatory.
There, one can delve into tomes as old as the cosmos, to learn the arts which are rarely uttered about in traditional schools. Even more, one can expect to mull over magic theory and application among similar minded individuals, research the applications of combined magics, and discover their unlimited potentials.
If interested, we welcome you discover to the Conservatory.
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She wears the strength and equally well, the girl has always been half goddess, half hell.
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The Flawed Truth
“Hello, Sera~” My strides became frozen as the all-too-familiar voice that had come from my foyer. I swallowed what felt like a brick as I rested my hand on my stomach. Despite my internal screaming, calmly, I spoke his name. "Idris-." "You have a nice place here. Is this how the other half lives?" I could see the glass he was holding in his right hand swirling around the contents before disappearing and reappearing empty on the table. "I've been missing you, Sera. You've been challenging to locate." Slowly, I make my way over to him and take a position by his side, where I could see him so clearly, him and his perfectly disheveled mess. "We don't usually go tracking people who call things off. For those like us, space and time are crucial." I rested my hands on the armrest, habit, I suppose. "What brings you here?" The slow turn upward in his neck to look at me. His eyes were empty of color, though his face had filled out more since last I saw him; perhaps he finally took care of himself, though I doubt it. His gaze soon fell to my hands as he placed his callused ones over mine, thumb grazing over my delicate bracelets. “We have a problem, Sera, and I think, you know what I mean.” In truth, I had an idea of what he meant, though I acted against it. “I don’t know what you mean, Idris. We have not been involved for about a year now, so I find it hard to see a problem.” I could tell he knew I was lying, the way his breathing shifted, his thumb no longer grazing over my wrist but gripping it. It wasn’t uncomfortable or harmful but a grip to show control. He smiled. The same smile that pulled me in some years ago when I saved his life. “I bet you have everyone here fooled, don’t you. How’s the double life treating in amongst the nobles? I know you, Sera. I groomed you. I know this is not the life you want. You feel trapped; I know it, I see it. Granted, I can’t feel it right now for some odd reason, which is the reason I think you know. So, who is it then? Who has my doe-eyed babe longing?”
I feigned a smile and drew my hand away as I moved to pour myself a drink. "You've always been envious, Idris, but don't worry, there isn't anyone. After all, no one comes close to being able to deliver the kind of life I'm looking for; you made sure that didn't happen," I said from the rim of the glass. "Pretty faces and pretty words don't always translate into lovely souls. That's what you said to me when you were afraid I'd romanticize this life, even though you forget I've always been this way. You were just the first to explore it." I only drank about half the glass before swallowing hard and setting the glass back down. "He only comes in my dreams, and we are mad for each other. Like blazes of a thousand fires, and we burn together as the entire world watches because we are only safe and ourselves subconsciously." This elicited a chuckle from Idris, followed by a laugh that became nasty. As he rose from the chair, he towered over me; his laughter hadn't stopped till it did. He simply shut off like a switch.
“Sera. Sera, Sera. You humor me still, such a dreamer too.” His hand tucked a strand of my hair back into place, and I wanted to puke all over him, “I think I will stay within the Everlight for a bit. You know, just to watch over you. Make sure you behave like a good girl because I know you don’t want these letters going to your cousin; Arius was his name, yes? Explaining why you came home.” As he spoke, he pulled two letters from his leather coat, and my heart sank. I could feel my eyes swell with tears. “Awe, Sera. Don’t fret. I wouldn’t do that to you so long as you stay good.” He grinned, placing a kiss on my forehead. “Have fun at that ball tomorrow night, yeah?” He said, pulling away, and as quick as I blinked, he was gone. Bastard. I reached for the glass again, downing the rest of the contents. Moving to grab my cloak and head out the door. I needed to walk.
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A Haunting Vision
The silence of a soon-to-be nursery before the appearance of a newborn babe was a sight to see— awkward almost; as parents to be fawn over the preparations for the new arrival. Empty, in most ways, a growing shrine to an ever-loved little girl with small additions growing here and there.
The silence of a darkened hour contrasts the image of a perfect future. Padded footsteps of bare feet break the silence of the nursery. Chocolate curls frame the exhausted features of the woman who had slipped away to peek and nest, her evening gown and a silken robe slipped over a slender frame that gracefully danced across the floors.
Verdant orbs focus on the newest additions before she turns her gaze to the old stuffed lynx that rests on a rocking chair. Aurilayne’s voice is a melodious sound in the quiet of the night as she whispers the horrors of a vision untold to the stuffed animal of her own childhood;
“A wonting path, the discordant sounds, Of a shrieking babe And the Raven’s call;
A demoness’ wrath, And the fear compounds, That which cannot be saved, By those who lack the wherewithal;
Blackened hands, Winds carry a lonely whisper, The shadows stalk, And the night grows colder;
Golden colors of timeless sands, Their heartbeats blister, An endless walk Where they never grow older.”
A sharpened claw reaches out to draw along the edge of the lynx’s paw as the woman ruminates for another sleepless night.
My bb is a talent. A poet.