Aug 23, 2012
stubbornsophieanne: I plan on that..so called main streaming.
Pardon my saying, you sound a little tentative. You sure about that, or is someone holding a stake to your heart? Figurative or otherwise.
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stubbornsophieanne: I plan on that..so called main streaming.
Pardon my saying, you sound a little tentative. You sure about that, or is someone holding a stake to your heart? Figurative or otherwise.
shifterluna started following you
Good evening. And you are...?
ask-the-vampire-godric started following you
I don't believe we've met. I've heard about you, though, and it's good to finally meet you.
To Franklin
Well, hello there sir. Pleasure to see a new face
fancy that.
Steve Newlin?
Either the wolf-girl was crazy or she was a liar (Franklin didn't think she was either; too sweet, even if she was a wolf), or it was the truth. It could be. It might be. Newlin had been an exterminator, and it just might have suited someone's humor to saddle him with fangs.
Just what the world needed. Another Bible-banging vampire. Franklin was mildly surprised that Newlin hadn't spontaneously combusted upon discovering his new form, but that sort always did find a way to adapt.
And what was he doing with Russell? It didn't seem like Russell's game to turn someone like that, and Franklin had never heard a spark of any such interest. Granted, Franklin had been gone... Maybe a while. He still wasn't certain. Whether or not Russell had turned Newlin, it seemed they were together.
Which--and this was rather funny--may have left Talbot in the dust.
Information to file away. Information to use.
What Russell was doing adopting a wolf-girl was another question, but it hardly crossed Franklin's mind. Russell was a man of whims and unexpected desires; this was no stranger than anything else he'd done. Besides, Russell had always liked his wolves. And Franklin had other matters to think about.
a slow awakening
(where are you where are you where are you)
The air. He could sense the night. He was falling into time again. The blood
(her hers your blood i want your blood iwantyou)
had come without recognition, the blood had been taken automatically. Fortunate blood. A (shovel shovel metal prodding and that SCENT suddenly that scent and part of him unliving living part of him had taken)
It had been a child. Unsafe to play in forests at night. Didn’t children know. Didn’t children know to keep their blood safe. Well. Lucky for him. Lucky, lucky, lucky. Could always count on ignorance. (but where is but where were) And another face. More than a child, he realized, there had been more. More blood. Another face. Then gone.
And the blood rising to his head the blood swimming through his body (like breath new breath just breathe something beyond dirt good good it felt good), and he found himself in place. Against a tree, back in the hiding again, but this time above the ground, this time with eyes to the sky. He sighed.
Somewhere, vaguely, he remembered.
A face. A voice. Before.
(i feel you i scent you i will always know you)
The healing was beginning in earnest (blood blood blood of a blood of the life), and he found his senses returning with remarkable swiftness. After so much time covered in earth, his life drained almost to emptiness, all taste and smell and sight and everything dull, the world seemed now to explode around him. The sky pulsed with a thousand fantastic colors (it had all been dark and muted grays with muddy red and the memory of pain the fire of unending ache), and he could scent the slow growth of trees the quick pulse of birds and, more removed, the vital beat of humans. It was almost like being born again. Like the day he had grasped a new life.
His thoughts, fragmented for so long, formed slowly into coherence. Who and where he was. And struggling upward, why (eyes strength resilience and flesh and flame and desire) he was in that place and in that state. And her face grew a name and her name grew a scent and a feel and a weight a pull a shivering, and all the traces of her grew into a whole.
“Tara.” The first sounding of his cracked voice, and he felt something that was sadness and abandonment touched with joy.
Somewhere, she was out there. (but time the passage of time did he know how long didn’t know how long how long below BUT NEVER but no. believe) She was out there, and he was free again.
(always, always, always)