#vossler writes stuff

[elvy-chae]

She flung rotting feelings and putrid thoughts at him. All the words she spoke were long past stale from sitting inside her for so long. Secrets and buried thoughts and all the unsure-ness of actions from long ago when everything was younger than now. Tears started flowing from the pain it took to unstick it all from her mind and send it flying into the air where there was a witness. That observer stood still. He was all too aware of the importance of his inaction while she purged herself. A movement would signal his mind was not wholly focused on her in her time of need. Pacing or even the shifting of weight would break the woman before him. She was fragile in these moments, spilling secrets and mind horrors for him. All too soon it seemed, she was quiet. The last words finally expelled from her. She stared at him. In only a few moments, she'd realize how vulnerable she was. In front of the Lord of Mischief, no less. The first moment of quiet. The second of shock that she had finally shared a dark secret. The third, the moment of realization of who she had spoke it to. And finally, the forth, readying herself for the usual responses to such a pain. It's in this forth moment that Loki acted. As she readied herself to be told that life sucks and she needs to be better. That hers isn't the greatest pain. That everything will be better now that she's spoken aloud. He walked forward, calm and cool. She froze. This was not part of the usual excuses that waved her pain into a neat little box. He reached out and wrapped her in his arms, holding her to him. A fifth, unexpected moment of shock from her. Then she shuttered and her body leant exhausted against him. She held on. He held her. All was quiet.

[elvy-chae]

The prince hacked at another wall of briars. He was getting closer. Almost to the top of the tower now.

The tower had been overgrown for as long as anyone could remember. And everyone knew the stories. A sleeping beauty would be at the top. So when the rumors and stories finally reached the prince’s ear, the young man set out to become the hero of the story.

Of course he had asked the locals if the stories were true, if there was a woman in the tower. He didn’t want to get all the way there to find nothing. Yes, they had said, a woman sleeps at the top of the tower.

Sweat was soaking through his shirt. Damn these plants. They seemed to reach out, trying to tear at his limbs. But he was just about there. A few more strokes with his sword and….

The last doorway was clear.

The prince straighten and adjusted his dirty shirt. Head held high, the charming prince opened the door to the room at the top of the tower.

A woman was standing at a table cluttered with bottles, vials and herbs. She whirled at the opening door. Anger bloomed on her face. The prince stared in shock and confusion.

“What. The fuck. Do you want,” growled the woman. She took a few steps forward, tattered green robes swirling around her.

The prince almost took a step back. He mentally scrabbled for his royal composure with no success.

“Where, uh, there’s a sleeping princess?” He winced at the question in his voice. “I mean, I was told there was a sleeping princess and I…”

His words trailed off when he noticed the fury in the woman’s eyes.

“Fool,” the growl was quiet but caused the prince to feel fear all the way to the marrow in his bones.

“There is no sleeping princess. There’s only me.“

“A-and who are you?”

She spared a look behind him, toward the sliced briars that had only tried to protect her. Her voice still a growling as she replied.  “I am the Druid Lord of this land, and you have angered me.” A staff appeared in her hand. A wind swirled and every plant seemed to lean closer. The prince was rooted to the spot he stood, terrified of the power in the woman’s voice.  “And for your ignorance and harming my domain with your gullibility, I spell you. Gift you. Curse you.”  The prince’s heart beat frantically but still he could not move.  “Within the land you rule, every cut to every plant will hurt your soul. You will want to run but the roots of your family will never let you stray for long.”  Something flowed through the prince and settled deep inside him. The wind died, the sun shone through a window. The woman smiled. The prince shivered. “Happy harvest.”

[elvy-chae]

Dreams used to be simpler.  At least, as simple as the human mind.

So we should probably say, dreams were made to be simpler.  The god of dreams soothed every image the human mind spat forth and it slept.

But the human mind isn’t always good.  Isn’t good even half the time.  

So the god tried their best to sooth the images of the minds of humans.  As happens with all over-worked peoples, the god became worn.  And then tired.  And then exhausted.

And the dreams of humans became a little more sporadic.  A little bit more strange.  A little more twisted.

And then the first nightmare was witnessed.  The images of the human mind had finally snapped something within the god of dreams, and they lashed out.

That is why dreams are so odd, so wonderful, so strange and so terrifying.

Our minds took something beautiful, something soothing, and made it into something that can hurt us deeper than a knife blade.

[elvy-chae]

A young princess is put in a tower to "save her". As the years pass, a hostile magic energy builds up, with its center at the tower. People start avoiding the lands around the structure. Rumors of an evil beast guarding the princess circulate. Every now and then, magic will flare up with frightening destructive potential. People assumed it was the beast taking down a heroic fool. One day, seemingly like every other, a particularly infamous warlock hoes to investigate. They hope to recruit the beast that has the fear of the people for miles around. They approach the tower with no beast or monster or phantom jumping out to challenge them. The magic in the air is angry and has the taste of great power so the warlock continues on. The tower is reached and the door opened. Still no evil beast comes forth. The warlock climbs the tower, starting to feel confused and a little uneasy. Finally, they reach the top of the tower. The princess is there, and the warlock understands. It's the princess that is the source of the magic and the anger. So, the warlock offers a place as his apprentice. The princess will learn to control and channel her magic and anger. And be respected as a person, not an item to be locked away and saved. The princess is forgotten by the people. As far as anyone remembers, the warlock took the beast from the tower that nothing else had been home to. The beast was then shaped into the warlock's greatest apprentice, a terrifying and powerful young woman.

[elvy-chae]

She stared at her reflection. Eyes hiding all the pain she held in silence. Her brow wrinkled her so slightly, becoming the small shadow of all the pain she felt. Quietly, she whispered to the empty room, "I am....cute." The words were hesitant but signaled a victory. Shoulders slumped in exhaustion from the mental battle. Then she looked down at nothing in particular. Her face showed all the sorrow she felt as the need to be held burned hotter than any natural flame. If only the hugs in her imagination were enough to aid her in the mental war she participated in every day.

[elvy-chae]

So much to do, so many to see Keep holding this mountain of responsibility No time to slow down, No time to take a breath  We need to outrun death

Stop, pause Let the grief rake you with its claws Allow yourself a little time Finally admit that you’re not fine 

 You want to run, you want to flee Shouting “Too many people are counting on me”  You need to let yourself rest Let the feelings flow from your chest Breathe in and feel it all Allow your friends to catch you when you fall

[elvy-chae]

Imagine a Druid that people think is sweet and kind. They are kind of socially awkward and the way they treat everyone with kindness first, people don’t think of them as much of a threat.

That is, until they get into battle. They are ruthless and have no mercy for their enemies. They defend their friends with a ferocity that bystanders become frightened.

“Nature is a dark ruler,” they say. “Don’t ever forget that.”

[elvy-chae]

What if....a young girl from a strict Christian family prayed to Satan. What if she prayed because he was the exact opposite of her family and she prayed to him to ask that he be her new father, her new family. Because no matter how hard she tries, her parents are never pleased with her. They never fully love her. And what if Satan adopted her. He takes her to someplace far away from her family and lives as a human. Well, in that not really hiding way. Like Hello, I'm her adoptive father, Lucifer. I rule Hell. And the neighbors just accept them as that odd father that tells weird stories. And the girl grows up happy and loved. Maybe she discovers that she's not straight, and comes out to Satan and he's just so accepting.