#masterofdeception

[mysticmystery510]

Isn't it funny...

That Council Valerius is the only one that doesn't look like a fu*king monster and is always drinking wine...

Wine... The same ingredient that Count Lucio was going to mix with his own blood for the ritual to follow through successfully...

I just find it odd that Lucio was the source of the plague and still fell victim to it; while Valdemar, Vulgera, Vastomil and Volta rejoiced and reminisce about it, Valerius never really mentions how it affected him personally... He never really savors the misfortune of the city as publicly as the others.

Nonetheless, with Lucio's absence and Nadia in a state of unconsciousness for 3 years, he was left with power over Vesuvia... Kind of makes you think that Asra wasn't the only one sabotaging Lucio's ritual... The ram is so much like the goat...

[napkindiary]

The two of them always sent their emissaries to meet; always negotiating, masks interacting with masks, each pretending for so long that their front was real that soon they began to believe it. The facades became reality; except, on some level, the Soul knows the Truth; and that Truth is Universal. Their souls craved to be seen for all their intricate beauty, to be known and warmed by communion with other souls. The soul craves to swim naked in the sea, running along the dunes to dry, so full of freedom that it accepts any encounter with love and curiosity, urging the other souls to come from the shadows and the shells to dance in the circle; cherished, reveling in the revealing, the Unveiling. That could be us but no, we're Quite the cute couple, sculpted bodies, soy lattes, seated facing; but eyes facing phones or the morning paper across the table, polite or not polite casual conversations that never break the veil, sad reflections of the Truth, cold companions, neither in nor out of this dance of masks which should only serve to bring the yearning into stark relief, tearing the skin without reaching the itch, But no, so long in this coiffed minuet, linked only by finger clasp, no longer flirting with flight, long forgotten the struggle, the desperate negotiation; we don't even peer at the edge, balancing risk/reward for a cliff dive into fulfillment, versus the bloody tumble and crash of the near miss. The sublime displays don't phase us anymore. Beauty only reminds us of giving up on who we could have been. Master of Denial She fancied herself A Master of deception; but she was only good at Deceiving herself: A Master of Denial. #denial #masterofdeception #truth #lies #perception #interrogations #deception #fear #relationships #recovery #alcoholism #honesty #shestory #shepoems #integrity #InkBleed #poetry #indiepoets #words #instagramwriters #poetry #poetsoftheweb #poetsofinstagram #sapiosexual #shortstory #thiscouldbeus #writingcommunity #internetpoets #napkindiaries (at United Nations Headquarters) https://www.instagram.com/p/B-wJr4BjUbs/?igshid=34ygy0h0crxd