#innoncence

[struruso]

“Aveva qualcosa di terrificante nello sguardo: l'innocenza.”

(Luther Blisset)

[srose-foxfire]

Innocence ~ Damirae Week 2022 (5)

Day # 5 – Just Once (Royal)

~ “I need you now…” ~

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Alright at first Damian been holding onto a brave face, but even now in the face of it all… he wanted to run away back to Gotham. He was in costume, wearing an ivory trench coat paired with ivory pants, that were a little to tight but at least he was able to move in them. The costumes team added golden embroidery on certain areas making Damian really become the King of Light. He was holding his white feathered mask tightly; it was a simple white domino mask.

Damian sighed heavily and walked towards the thick red curtains of the school’s auditorium stage. He stopped next to the student who was in charge of rolling up the curtain, being extremely carful he pushed the heavy red drop just a little to peek at the audience. His heart stopped as right in the center of the spectators was his entire family. His father, brothers, sisters, and even the family’s butler who was a dear friend to the them; Alfred Pennyworth. Sitting next to Bruce Wayne was Clark Kent and all of his family, Lois was holding up a digital camera, ready to record the whole play.

Damian gasped as his breath suddenly got caught in his throat, he wanted this. He needed this, he wish he could just reverse time, change the clock’s design, and go back to the time they were young. To the one time he had known he loved her for more than just a friend. The moment he realized he wanted to spend every waking moment and by her side, celebrating life events together with all of their families together and at some point, create of a family of their own.

The devastated and confused Wayne slumped against the wall as he looked down at the white mask. That’s right. Just for today... no this night she will be his, even for just a moment and even it’s make-believe. For the next two hours he will make The Demon Queen fall for him, and Damian was going to be showcasing his true feelings to the whole school.

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The waltz scene had just ended, and Damian gracefully bowed and extended his arm to lead her towards where a small half constructed pavilion was placed near the end of the left stage. Once inside; Raven let go of his arm and walked towards the rail, facing the audience as she acted like she was stargazing.

“You seem more comfortable in the night, my lady.” Damian said gently.

“To me the night is day, it holds peace and tranquility. My parents would hold picnics beneath the moonlight, the night holds my most precious memories.” Raven said softly as she leaned against one of the pavilion’s pillars. “You know I came here on a mission of my own, everyone told me, I was heading to my death.”

“You’re a subject of the Dark Realm, correct?”

Raven snorted, “Is it that obvious?”

Damian chuckled warmly before taking careful steps towards her, “I must say it’s your dress, no one in the Kingdom of Light wears dark colors, much less black as night. At an event like tonight’s, everyone wears colors to bring light in the dark.”

Raven slowly turned around facing him, “You speak with much wisdom, and I would be lying to myself if I did’t say how much I wish to see the man beneath that mask.”

Damian inched closer, looming over her. “I believe the customs is not to know one’s identity.”

Raven carefully placed her hand on Damian’s cheek, “I don’t need to know but I wish to know what’s in your heart.”

Damian gazed heavily onto her soft amethyst eyes, as he bridged the gap between them and found her lips in a gentle kiss. Her slender arms circled around his shoulders as his own wrapped around her waist pulling her closer to him. He knew he couldn’t keep going, yes this was magical and the greatest moment of his life but he pictured their kiss to be more intimate one that didn’t to be shared with the world. Damian slowly pulled away, Raven watched him carefully her face fully flushed, but timidly continued with their act. She slowly reached to the edge of his mask and pulled it away from his face, gasping as she saw his revealed face.

“You are?”

Damian only smiled, “I am.”

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“And so, the two kingdoms at war finally settled as their rulers showed that having love and compassion can quelled the fighting. The King of Light and the Demon Queen united their two kingdoms through matrimony. At first both kingdoms rebelled against their sovereigns, but with time both sides learned they could coexist with one another, learning that we are one and the same. No matter where we come from, no matter our homeland, we all share one sky, one land, we all have one life. Both the King of Light and his Queen ruled over gracefully for many years to come and their story was passed down through the ages, as the rulers who brought Day and Night, as one.”

The student playing the role of narrator, bowed as she said her very last line. The curtains came down, and everyone in the audience cheered loudly. Ms. Fresha who was tearing from the corner, clapped and signaled for everyone to run back to the center and do their final curtain call. Everyone scurried as quickly as they could, as Ms. Fresha grabbed hold of the thick ropes and pulled them to raise the curtain. The whole class took a step forward and joined hands as they all bowed towards the audience who cheered, whistled, clapped, and even through single roses towards the stage.  

The curtain came down, the students hugged each other, while others shook hands. Damian scanned the small crowd to find Raven, he smiled when he found her, handing her crown to one of their classmates before heading off the stage. Perplexed, Damian walked towards the classmate as she set the crown down and began moving some small sets around.

“Where was Raven heading to?”

His classmate jumped before smiling at him, “Oh Raven? She said she was gonna go and meet her family.”

Damian thanked her before he started helping the set crew bring down some sets that needed to be stored. He wished he had gotten a chance to talk with Raven for just a moment, he wouldn’t be seeing her much since the play was over. He just wanted to congratulate her on doing an extraordinary job and getting through this crisis with him. He smiled to himself, glad that he had this memory for all to himself, while on stage Damian forgot himself, he didn’t see no audience; it had been just him and his Demon Queen.

“Damie!”

Damian jumped a little as he had been startled from Jon jumping him from the back. Damian turned, confused to see both of their families coming together. Every one of his siblings held a knowing smirk, like they were going to torment for years to come on his performance. Damian couldn’t help but pout, he didn’t need their meddling right now he was so damn happy for once, did they really have to ruin it?

“Oh Damian, your performance was exceptional!” Lois shouted happily as she gave him a gentle hug before bringing out her camera. “Now where is my talented daughter? I want to snap a picture with you two still in costume.”

Damian lifted his brow, confused, “She left just a moment ago, I thought she was meeting you all.”

[abridurif]

L’acte d’écrire exige une parfaite innocence, et l’innocence est de plus en plus rare dans ce guignol philosophique où l’opinion des autres et la gloire de paraître sont reines, où tout commence par un manuscrit et finit par un manuscrit. La fragile innocence, l’éphémère modestie sont à la merci de la moindre réflexion de conscience, et la conscience a tôt fait de les déniaiser ! Pour s’abstenir de ce regard sur soi qui est initiation à la vanité littéraire, pour refuser cette grande représentation théâtrale qui s’appelle la vie, une spontanéité à l’abri de toute tentation serait nécessaire, ou, si la spontanéité fait défaut, une vigilance de chaque instant. Car il ne suffit pas de renoncer au confort petit-bourgeois d’un cénacle, encore faut-il ne pas se laisser embrigader dans l’absence de cénacle. À quoi bon refuser de sculpter notre statue, de nous considérer comme l’auteur d’une œuvre, si c’est pour jouer le rôle de philosophe marginal, si c’est pour vendre du marginalisme, pour devenir le polichinelle de l’inachevé ? De tous les conformismes, le conformisme du non-conformisme est le plus hypocrite et le plus répandu aujourd’hui. C’est cela le diable qui nous épie, nous surveille, et nous guette…

Vladimir Jankélévitch/Béatrice Berlowitz, Quelque part dans l’inachevé, Gallimard, 1978

[existential-celestial]

W. B. Yeats, from “The Wanderings of Oisin”

[quintessentialquaintrelle]

I walk the fine line between furious love and sober wine, It feels better than love when I sing in rhyme and dance with time, Every word I breathe heralds the golden sun and silver moon sign, As I look at the world with eyes of love I become blind, To know is to lose yourself in the light, The mind's eye is your second sight, Gently, gently I fall softly against my capable and trustworthy arms, My masonic heartbeat senses the warning signs that sound safety alarms, I guard the hermetic caduceus with gatekeepers and ethereal charms,  My breath of dragon fire rises like a phoenix with the air and falls with the rain, On old pavements, stepping stones and cobblestone memory lanes, Under my umbrella I sing the song of crickets as the moon wanes, Painting dreams that run with the night's colours in the back of your eyelids when you fall fast asleep, You are ushered through the golden gates where all wars are lost and sirens weep, Their tears of grief flow into the rivers of memory and between cracks they seep, The first and final fight their blinded eyes did not witness the see, But everywhere, everywhere, everywhere they will always be, The ones that gave up their breath of immortality and wings of eternity, In the golden deciduous and evergreen trees, the endless blue skies, the crisp morning breeze and the seven primordial seas, For winners are losers that fail to see, That fights lead to blind sight such as loss of rights and to be, Of ignorance that the sacrifice God and his angel's made for all that were and will be, So when you are ready to be, Come find me, I will be the truth to set your demons free, To help you remember the love, hope, beauty and joy you are to me, For you are all living bibles of God's first and final testimony, When he succumbed to his enemies, The next time you walk down the busy crowded streets of eternity, As you learn to stumble and walk in harmony alongside with his enemies, You will fear no violence, evil, hate or enmity, For you wear his crown of solemnity, And with the grace of death his proven innocent in purity, You his champion and herald of Liberty.

Oldliteratisoul

[doodletanya]

Lucas my Boooiiiii ! Such a brave sweet child.

[d1kiz]

Le jour tombait, un humide crépuscule agaçait les nerfs, il regarda la tombe et y ensevelit sa dernière larme de jeune homme, cette larme arrachée par les saintes émotions d’un cœur pur, une de ces larmes qui, de la terre où elles tombent, rejaillissent jusque dans les cieux.

Honoré de Balzac (Le Père Goriot, 1835)

[iwillreadyourbooks]

Short poems from The Colour of Saying.