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Ages
Dirt and earth nurture
Rising life.
Years of growing fulfilment,
Ancient confessions.
Belief in the light haze
Of flames.
Greatness is an unsolved
mystery to discover.
Greed forever submits to
Its source.
Worlds change as
We see it.
- Liminal Ink
physics
the force, the field —
depends, however,
on acting gravitational, magnetic.
— a.c.
today I find myself writing to you again, same as our younger years. I guess I've reached the level of introversion where i feel the need to put down my thoughts in solitude later, lest they disturb the actual event. you will please appreciate that the following thoughts have taken an enormous amount of effort for me to put down on paper because the matter at hand is so tenuous. You came here the other day and you achieved pretty much all that you had set out to do- which was primarily providing much needed face time, explaining your stand to me, proving to me that my decision to leave was rash and generally making me feel very good about myself- inside and outside. I think it was a successful day for you in that sense- but not for me. I felt a little niggling sense of things not quite lining up, and I didn't understand why until much later.Now, if we put all the eloquent words and the bells and whistles aside. I couldn't help but notice that there was a distinct undercurrent of unease inside of you. your energies were all over the place- I mean you're generally very self assured, and were this time too, but it was almost like there was a dark curtain inside of you hiding something you didn't want to share with me for whatever reason.There was a lot of posturing in your words and in your actions.. they were almost theatrical, and 'designed' to make me happy in the shortest, most effective way possible. As if you were the ringmaster and i was the lion to be tamed? I could also sense a bit of darkness.. like you didn't want to be here. the slightest undercurrent of something basal.. fear maybe? what are you battling inside that is turning out all the lights inside of you? what storms are brewing inside of you? you seemed like you were walking on a thin, taut line with danger on either side.I don't intend to paint you into a corner with all this, and you certainly don't owe me an explanation for any of it. I thought about letting it go, because everyone is entitled to their own privacy, but I couldn't help atleast acknowledging it, because what kind of friend am I otherwise? Besides, I simply cant bear the thought of you being in distress and me not doing anything about it.I will just leave you to it after saying the following: hey, it's only me. I'm the same person I've been for the last several years, and I know you inside and out. I'm still attached to you emotionally and feel your pain and your joys. Whatever load you're carrying, if you'd like to carry it alone, please do. But atleast know that I know, I commiserate, and that I will hold your hand while you carry it. I'm here to stand with you in whatever you may choose to do. And if you ever want to talk about it, I promise never to be critical.. only to provide empathy and support.Know that you never have to make any efforts with me. Had I known that you were going through something somewhat dark yourself, I would never ever have tried to lean on you. You don't have to posture to make me happy. I derive my happiness from very simple things.. like the sound of your voice, or the fact that I got to make you a sandwich. If you painted this white, then let it be the sanctuary where you come to put down our guard. not raise it higher.
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As a child remember when Mom said " if you don't have anything nice to say to someone don't say anything @ all? " She was spoon feeding the wisdom of honey on how to talk to people in a way of respect and kindness, she was also teaching us the wisdom of the sticky part of honey so that if our words were unkind to be well versed in the stuck part of the honey so that our mouths remained shut. 🐝
North Devon artists talk to Ray Goldsmith about how they feel after the Chancellors comments, and what the bring creatively and commercially
В голове много фраз и недосказанных слов.
По сути, ты знаешь, что их не нужно озвучивать.
Почему?
Этот человек читает тебя. Читает по губам, по глазам, по голосу, по телу.
Но, ты все равно хочешь сказать как сильно ты им дорожишь и как безумно любишь.
Mother mine guide my hand and lead me to the promised land.
For when I wake the earth shall quake and all will kneel at my command.
With an iron fist but gental heart I shall bring the spark back to the stars.
From heart to heart and soul to soul, I'll swear to take back my crystiline home.
Return From Mt Bat
+Importand+
This segmit takes place BEFORE the Everglee Winters Ball and therefore Lilliana would NOT know Averons name. In this stint she will address him as Guard.
°Return from Mt. Bat°
Averon had always been a strange man, some days he would pretend she didn't even exist as she flitted about his space. Others he sent her away within moments of her arrival. Nevertheless Lilliana still found herself walking along the growingly familiar path to his gate.
Honestly even Lilliana didn't even have a good reason why she'd become so obsessed with ‘Guard’, as she decided to call him. They had met when she had been much younger and the curiosity had never wavered.
The biggest question she had, who was he? None of the text she scoured or the questions she posed seemed to get her anywhere with him. She couldn't find anything by image as his hands were the only feature he ever allowed her to view thus far. Not to mention, he insisted on dressing as a Reaper would, leaving any clues he may give dead end nonsense.
Perhaps that was why she was so obsessed with him, he was an absolute mystery to her. Lost deep in her thoughts it did not take long before she saw the familiar soft glow of the Stardust Lantern* she had brought him.
Sighing happily Lilliana called quietly into the dim lit space, "Guard?"
Sometimes he wasn't always there, perched behind the inky polished table guarding the door. Sometimes he traveled beyond the barred entrance and could be gone for days.
Surveying the murky area, Lilliana picked her way across the stone walkway with care. Within her arms, a basket of woven grass filled with many types of fruit. Laying the basket on the surface of the waist high table, Lilliana surveyed the space with curiosity.
Near the end butted up to the wall lay a small book, one she often saw him with his nose buried in. Curiously, Lilliana strolled around the table, walking long slender fingers toward the damaged cover. She wondered what type of books he liked, however, he often hid away anything he was doing before she could ever get a good look at it.
To herself Lilliana wondered where he was, it was very unusual for him to be gone for so long. He had to have been okay at least as the last two baskets she brought were nowhere to be found.
Sighing softly the auburn-haired princess reached to pull the thick book toward herself, but before she could look it over the groaning of old wood filled the cavern.
Startled the princess abandoned the book with quickness, turning her attention to the large ominous door Averon watched over. Excitement spread across her expression, bringing about a beaming grin. It was him.
The scent of battle flooded the air, leaving the taste of copper on Lilliana's tongue. It always saturated the cavern with the scent of death and blood every time that door opened.
Exclaiming happily, Lilliana clasped her hands tight together, holding them tight against her chest. “There you are!” However, to her surprise, her view was obscured by what appeared to be a neatly tied bundle of wings.
Excitedly she continued to chirp her delight at his talents, "Are those the wings of the Redback Mountain Bat?"
Not once has he ever fail to amaze her, returning with exotic loot every time he came back from a lengthy absence. The strength and skill he had to possess, it wasn’t a wonder why he had the Staff of Pestilence and War.
"You shouldn't be down here, Princess." He responded quietly.
That was just like him, but he couldn't fool her. She heard the faint smile in his cold voice, for too long had she known him to not hear the difference in tone. Beaming the auburn-haired woman advanced toward his form. The grin widened as he flopped the rather large set of wings to the floor to receive her.
Lilliana liked these visits the most, they were very rare. Sometimes he would warm up to her and return her affections. Burying her face against the surprisingly soft cloth of his dark robes Lilliana breathed in the scent that was his. She knew he didn't particularly like it when she got this close. But she missed him and refused to not abuse this warm bodied opportunity.
Keeping her eyes closed against the firm chest of the person she considered her closest friend, Lilliana knew if she didn't look at his face he would allow it.
Drawling in a rather whiny manor the princess voiced her concern in a rather humorous dramatic way, "I was so worried you were not going to return. "
Lilliana could feel the vibration of his chuckle through his chest, yet heard almost no actual sound. To be fair tho she'd learned a long time ago that he very rarely expressed noises.
His tone softened some as he addressed her theatrics, "It's not like I could actually just go, someone must guard the gate, Princess."
Feeling his fingers gently smooth flyaways from her braids, Lilliana felt a sense of calmness. Tightening her arms around his waist she took his robe in fist fills mumbling deep into his form.
"Sometimes I wish you'd use my name,” grumbling under her breath Lilliana continued to pout loudly.
Breathing in the mixture of spices that was his scent, Lilliana noted the underlying tang of copper lingering in the mix. With this scent the rather clueless female also began to notice a strange warmth soaking into the robes twisted in her fingers.
Almost as if aware of her notice, Averon recoiled, "You should go." The softness vanished from his tone suddenly, going right back to its chilly sound.
Once more true to nature, he was pushing her out. Lilliana despised this he'd let her in for just a moment then it's right back to square one. Clicking her tongue she withdrew herself, a rather displeased glow to her copper orbs.
Huffing quietly, the princess attempted to redirect, she did not want to leave, "I brought you baskets what did you -"
Interjecting rudely, he pressed in an almost urgent manor, "I said, you really should go.”
Even after so many years, as her lessons grew in difficulty and her free time short. Lilliana always made time for the strange man living beneath her home. However he always manipulated the terms of her visits to suit him. A slight heaviness weighed on the fact her time was possibly not as valuable to him, as his was to her. She hated to think she bothered him, and often wished he would open up to her more after knowing each other for so long.
Brows furrowed at his interruption, she decided now, however, would not be a good time to pry. She didn't want to run the chance of having to try to get around another blocker, the last one had taken weeks to get around and even longer to dismantle.
Stepping away, pretending she had not felt the dampening of the fabric at his side, Lilliana responded reluctantly, "Okay."
She would continue this dance with him, perhaps it wasn't the tune she wished to step through but it was better than the alternative.
