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It was good to be somewhere familiar though the light that streaked inwards was his only companion as the war inside him continued. He stretched out on the floor and let his mind wander to other places, other minds. But he was stilled at the simplicity of the hunter just outside the townhouse. The thrill as he watched through those reflective eyes as the creature took it's prey he even ventures into the small mouse as it became subdued accepted of it's fate and he shuddered ass he shared this communion with the spotted predator and he realized for a moment his mind had grown quiet during this communion.
Behind curtains that billowed in the breeze gentle the cat clawed through the screen that barred his way and lept to the top of the chair next to the dazed Nicolas, as the day progressed more filtered in, claiming beams of light. Until nicolas finally closed his eyes his new brothers and sisters following suit like one entitiy finding places to perch and curl about him for the day.
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Posted on July 10, 2006 @ 6:15 pm
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Blessed is he who reads aloud the words of the prophecy
And blessed are those who hear
And who keep what is written therein
For the time is near
He is coming with the clouds
And every eye will see him
Everyone who pierced him
And all the tribes of the earth will wail on account of him
Those of you who have not learned
What some call the deep things of Satan
I know your works
I know your toil
And your patient endurance
And how you cannot hear evil men
But have tested those who call themselves
Apostles
But are not
And found them to be false
I know you are enduring patiently
And bearing out
For my namesake
And you have not grown weary
But I have this against you
That you have abandoned
The love you had
I know your tribulation and your poverty
And the slander of those who say
That they are Jews
But they are not
They are a synagogue of Satan
Do not fear what you are about to suffer
Behold the devil is about to throw you into prison
Wanting
Needing
Waiting
For you
To justify my love
Hoping
Praying
For you
To justify my love
And I saw a beast rising out of the sea
With ten horns and seven heads
And a blasphemous name upon its head
And the beast that I saw was like a leopard
Its feet were like a bear's
And its mouth was like a lion's mouth
And to it the dragon gave his power
And his throne
And great authority
One of his heads had a mortal wound
But it seemed to have a mortal wound
That was healed
And the whole earth followed the beast with wonder
Men worshipped the dragon
For he had given his authority to the beast
And they worshipped the beast saying
"Who is like the beast and who can fight against the beast?"
And the beast was given a mouth
Uttering haughty and blasphemous words
And it was allowed to exercise authority for forty-two months
It opened its mouth to utter blasphemous
Words
Against
God
It was allowed to make war on the saints
And to conquer them
And authority was given it over every tribe
And a people and tongue and nation
And all who dwell on earth could worship it
In vain
If anyone has an ear let him hear
If anyone is to be taken captive, into captivity he will go
If anyone who slays with the sword, with the sword
Wanting
Needing
Waiting
For you
To justify my love
Hoping
Then
I saw a new heaven
And a new earth
And I heard a great voice from the throne saying
"Behold the dwelling of God is with men
He will dwell with them
And they shall be his people
And God himself will be with them
People will wipe away every tear from their eyes
And death shall be no more
Neither shall there be mourning
Nor crying
Nor pain
Anymore
For these things will have passed away
To the thirsty I will give water without price
From the fountain of the water of life
He who conquers shall have this heritage
And I will be his God and he shall be my son
But as for the cowardly, the faithless, the polluted
As for the murderers, fornicators, sorcerers, idolators
And all liars
Their lot shall be in the lake
That burns with fire
And he said to me
"Do not seal up the words of the prophecy
For the time is near
Let the evildoers still do evil
And the filthy still be filthy
And the righteous still do right
And the holy still be holy
Behold
I am coming soon"
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Posted on June 26, 2006 @ 10:59 pm
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[Short thing written for the past. Slightly explains why Ku hasn't been tormenting Nicki recently. An excuse really for Nicki never being around to play =(.]
“I’m sick of your lies!”
Kuja gasped before his head was struck against the side of the fire place. Fingers held him so tightly, fingers fiercely gripped at his hair as Nicolas kneeled over him. “Stop it.” Kuja managed to say, the pain ricocheting through his mind, making it harder to feel anything but fear. Nicolas, disgusted at what he held in his hands gave a shove at the other in the direction of the floor as he let him go. He found no words to describe what he felt for Kuja right now.
“I’m sorry.” Kuja said, his tone of true sincerity.
“You’re lying. Again.” Nicolas replied dryly.
“Then what would you propose I say?” Kuja’s voice slowly started to come out in its true colours for the predicament. Nicolas mildly regarded the other’s bitterness before reaching his fingers out towards Kuja’s neck, feeling the necklace that rendered Kuja’s powers redundant. It was cold save for the warmth that Kuja’s human body had emitted upon it, and it felt ancient, as if one could smell the dankness and the dust of the cave it looked as if it had been stashed away in.
“It’s about time the tables turned. You had me, Kuja. You really had me… perhaps you would still if Skye wasn’t brought in to the equation.” He let the necklace drop back against Kuja’s collar bone. “But unlike you I don’t want our little battle to continue. I want you to promise that you’ll leave Skye and me alone, unless you decide to take up my always open offer to rekindle our friendship.”
“Promise…” Kuja repeated the word under his breath. Slowly he started to rise to his feet, Nicolas following suit. His arm rested over the mantle piece having regained his tall composure, his gaze turned away from Nicolas as he thought a little. A wry smile spread lightly across his lips as he felt a little trickle of blood run down from his forehead. The other’s punches would show in discoloured bruises tomorrow, but for now he smiled as he faced Nicolas. Those confident blue eyes shone casually into the dark orbs of the slightly unstable dark winged and newly accomplished god. “A promise is something I won’t do to you for there’s nothing more tasteful than to break such things. But I can tell you that I have no intention of interfering with one so powerful when I have naught. Especially with one who has taken more than just powers from me, and I’m not referring to pride.”
“Perhaps my system has rejected your humour. Along with all other parts of your disturbing personality.” Nicolas said plainly, holding back from frowning. This only made Kuja smirk.
“Mmm. You would like to think so. I can’t express enough how lowly I think of you. A rash act in desperation is no excuse.”
Nicolas sighed. Being like this… having Kuja talk to him this way drained him of his spirit and energy. A sorrow deep within him that was slowly being extinguished as each passing encounter over all the years burned out what happy memories there were with distraught images. How could Kuja have changed so much?
He left the scene, simply fading out as he walked away. There was nothing more he could have achieved, merely more implications of a long lost friend and companion that has fallen to… a cold place Nicolas didn’t want to know. But knowing that Kuja, without his powers would not interfere with his life, perhaps he could finally complete his dear and sacred promise to Skye.
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How I wish I could surrender my soul;
Shed the clothes that become my skin;
See the liar that burns within my needing.
How I wish I'd chosen darkness from cold.
How I wish I had screamed out loud,
Instead I've found no meaning.
I guess it's time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain,
All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.
Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.
I've heard what they say, but I'm not here for trouble.
It's more than just words: it's just tears and rain.
How I wish I could walk through the doors of my mind;
Hold memory close at hand,
Help me understand the years.
How I wish I could choose between Heaven and Hell.
How I wish I would save my soul.
I'm so cold from fear.
I guess it's time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain,
All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.
Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.
I've heard what they say, but I'm not here for trouble.
Far, far away; find comfort in pain.
All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.
It's more than just words: it's just tears and rain.
The night was long and quiet.
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Posted on April 03, 2006 @ 1:14 pm
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The rooftop has been my place of choice lately. From here I can see the sun and the stars. That comfort knows no bounds right now. Stars must be more lonely than Gods I think, but for some reason I gaze up at them and wonder aloud. "Why?", I feel suddenly selfish and move on to a different train of thought.
I don't know how to be a God. I'm afraid for Skye. I want her as deeply as I ever had. But I don't want to be the reason for anymore of her hurt. I'm frightened, I'm not sure if I should be.
"What do I do now?" I've never prayed before.
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I can see,
when you stay low nothing happens.
does it feel right ?
Late at night,
things I thought I put behind me,
haunt my mind.
I just know there's no escape,
now once it sets its eyes on you,
but I won't run, have to stare it in the eye.
Stand my ground, I won't give in.
no more denying, I got to face it.
won't close my eyes and hide the truth inside,
if I don't make it, someone else will,
stand my ground.
It's all around,
getting stronger, coming closer,
into my world.
I can feel,
that it's time for me to face it,
can I take it?
Though this might just be the ending,
of the life I held so dear.
but I won't run, there's no turning back from here,
Stand my ground.
(My what I imagine to be annoying reply to Kuja reply. ^^ )
The past images Kuja tried to replay seemed to flicker, there was a countering power at work here - Kuja's own. Through Nicolas Kuja's power slowly dispelled itself, and left them forward to the present again. Nicki resting easily, a small smirk rose to Nicolas' lips. A dream, every play had it's flaws, he wondered somewhere between sleep how good Kuja was at improv. Shifted comfortably on the bed and slipped a hand beneath the pillow his head lay atop. Really- they had all the time until the end of time to never win against eachother.
All I know for sure is I'm trying,
I will always stand my ground.
Stand my ground, I won't give in.
I won't give up.
no more denying, I got to face it.
won't close my eyes and hide the truth inside,
if I dont make it, someone else will.
Stand my ground, I won't give in.
no more denying, I got to face it.
won't close my eyes and hide the truth inside,
if I don't make it, someone else will,
stand my ground.
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My eyes fluttered open and I was alone, my head hurt. I could remember Kuja was here last night, someone else, but she had gone. I closed my eyes again massaging my temples and that when I heard footsteps... "Kuja?" My voice echoed and sounded strained and I swung my feet over to the side of the bed. Shaking off some grogginess, I felt weak. I staggered to my feet, footsteps again... I followed the sound into the hallway... No one... and then the noise rang out and I persued it cautiously, stumbling around a corner into what appeared a oddly... normal looking man, I staggered to my knees and looked up at the stranger.
Look at you, Nicolas.
I grabbed my head, was that him in my mind? He grabbed me by the collar of my shirt in a flurry of raven feathers, lifting me from the floor.
Stand up, look at me.
I did so without question, asking the age old question by now. "Who are you?" He grabbed my hand and pulled it to himself, tugging me closer.
I have something for you.
It hurt a little, I tried to tug my hand away but he held strong and fast, pouring something into me, there was a light almost blinding and I was pulling at him now trying to escape the overwhemling feeling. "Stop..!" I struggled and then resigned slumped against him. I didn't want to see like this, it was frightening. And suddenly I felt okay, my heart beating quickly beneath my chest. There was an itch and my wings streched and trembled, no ebony feathers fell, white streaks layered the tips of some and finally he let me pull away staggering back again the floor to my bottom.
The woman last night, you need to find her. Don't tell Kuja, just remember her face.
"What happened to me?"
I shared with you something a God more powerful then Kuja once gave to me..
He seemed weary. And turned from me, Just remember what I told you.
And I watched as he disappeared. Looking at my hands as if checking for burns or something. Maybe I should find her? I looked around the looming place. How could I do that?
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Posted on March 06, 2006 @ 9:33 pm
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My life is brilliant.
My love is pure.
I saw an angel.
Of that I'm sure.
She smiled at me on the subway.
She was with another man.
But I won't lose no sleep on that,
'Cause I've got a plan.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true,
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
Cause I'll never be with you.
Every night the same dream a different place, places that seem familiar like I've dreamt of them before but one thing that always remains is her. Every night. I wish I could ask her her name. It one of those things stuck on the tip of your tongue. It feels so real. I wonder about asking Kuja, maybe it's something I've made up, but it obsesses me. I feel like there's more, like I've been there. Where am I now? Am I falling for a dream? He'll know it's bothering me he's know s everything it seems, what are we?
Yeah, she caught my eye,
As I walked on by.
She could see from my face that I was,
Fucking high,
And I don't think that I'll see her again,
But we shared a moment that will last till the end.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
There must be an angel with a smile on her face,
When she thought up that I should be with you.
But it's time to face the truth,
I will never be with you
http://rapidshare.de/files/2126227/James_Blunt_-_You_re_Beautiful.mp3.html
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I'm wandering this place, touching everything and peering in every room in hopes I can remember something. I remember Kuja but not here, and there are other things like dreams I think I remember. He says I'm crazy. Maybe he's right. But I feel like something's missing and I can't quite remember. Like there's something on the tip of my tongue that I can't quite spit out, it's maddening. Who is she? There were other people I can't quite think of. Some other place quite different from this. I'm destroying things now, I want to know that this is real. Smashing furniture, and now I'm only more frustrated because it seems so real here. Because a sane person wouldn't destroy a room to prove it.
Because he's right.
I am mad.
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Posted on November 20, 2005 @ 3:35 pm
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I've been emersing myself in literature. History and Philosophy to the point that I forget myself and when I remember again I realize that I am the very thing I rejected and loathed and hated. It makes me want to burn all my things. These things which protect me - I know it would do no good, but I think that at one time I had a distinct distaste for the bourgeois. It's all very hard to remember now. It seems like I've finished being concerned about my own affairs. Now I peer into those of mortals. I can remember we used to prattle on about Rousseau or Voltaire as Lestat wrote. We'd banter our clever words about. I wonder why he held us or even myself in such high regard. I wonder what my life might have been like had nothing happened to us in Paris? I over-think myself and I doubt all these things I might have thought would have made everything better "If only it had happened like that,".
Sometimes I peer at the door to this room where I study and I compose and I wonder if I should bother her with all these thoughts. Really I never enjoyed the banter as much as Lestat seemed to. I don't want to bother her with a slew of thoughts and ideas and words. Then I wonder if she's letting me alone because she already knows in a sense what is happening with me? Something in me changed when I went away, something instilled a sort of... perhaps not fear... more a sense of urgency. As if there is a clock ticking now, I wonder what it ticks for?
No, no, I'm not going anywhere just yet. What sets me aside from others that I believe I always have the choice in that? Ha ha, I wonder.
Still I see no reason to hunt. Everything is so very calm right now. For now I have no fear of interruptions. I'm more afraid of another papercut (They hurt quite a bit- I'd forgotten) as I linger in my solitude and read and think. I wonder if that is overly pompous or just foolish. Perhaps I'm only seeing the eye of the storm.
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We left the old apartment last night. And with Skye's urging I left Lestat something - a letter. I wonder if he'll see it. If he'll come home? I won't lie, I'll be waiting.
It's been a few weeks since I've been back. I haven't fed. I feel weak and clumsey and the odd scratch scabs and heals so slowly. I love it, like this I can almost remember... I have this theory, for all this time I've spent, soaked in the blood of others. Powerful and apathetic. Is it worth it to have the ease of power and the turmoil of mind? Or vice versa?
I'm too calm these days, it's unnerving...
I wonder, is this how the ones before me felt, before they grew tired and ultimately "disappeared" ?
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We should leave soon. I've wasted enough time. And I wonder... Should I leave him something just incase? Is he even coming? Why am I sitting here hoping against hope like.. A child.
Lestat, where are you?
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Posted on November 03, 2005 @ 12:19 am
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I had to go, to pose those questions. Perhaps something rang true, something that she said. No mortals would have the answers. Of course they wouldn't. And it would be better wouldn't it? I'd handled everything that I had to here... Yes, the house.... the promise that I'd already made to her... But she'd needed it made real, and despite the chaos in my mind. I could.
He had no answers, but there in that timelessness I found a sense of calm. I didn't find rest... I don't know if I ever will, truly... Or will I when I decide to finally? When will that be? Reflection, timeless and absolute.
But above everything I could still hear her calling. I touched foot on solid ground again... I have so much to tell her, but it always makes less sense when you're here. Like remembering a dream... perhaps I should write it all down. What day is it? November? Mon dieu... she needs me... And I'm so hungry...
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" As one of the greatest once said, they are nothing. They live to keep us alive my dear man, they should worship and fear us... it's YOU I find .. hmm intriguing...mortals lost my interest a long time ago..."
"Is that so? " I questioned. How... and who.. was she? "I suppose I should be flattered. But they do the same in the theaters... Although with sight not so sharpened as yours." Laughter. "What have you learned? That I am no different from man and blood drinker? Life feeds on life, non? Haha, or so it goes."
"You I watch with interest... So why not explain it to me? I know and see enough, " She stepped closer to me, her voice a whisper now, " It's what is in side you that interests me my dear, you carry a darkness that should be chaneled... Should be allowed to grow"
I was feeling uneasy by now, "... Why.. ? For what purpose?"
" Why dear Nicki... There is only ever one purpose... For each of us... Does it intrigue you enough to find out... Or would you prefer to amble along with no purpose at all?"
Skye was spending days and days emersed in books and frustrated trying to figure it out..Last I'd seen her she'd been complaining of dead ends everywhere... and perhaps it was reason enough. Her... she always made reasons. "I... suppose I should know, but how? There isn't a mortal writing in ages that could ever tell me for certain.. "
She reached out and tucked back one of my locks gone askew. She was so bold. " Such indecision, such a waste. There is much in your dear Nicki that should not be buried, not be wasted, you have the power and the heart for greatness... But you push it away, you hide from all that you could be, all that you should be." Her voice starts to sound almost angry .. " Why waste yourself on those who have no direction..? Why for god sake do you seek guidance from the mortal world?"
"What sort of guidance would you have me seek?.. .!" I was becoming angry now. Those words... it was becoming unnerving that she could peer so deeply inside of me. "I don't understand..." Or perhaps I was afraid to. "Who would you have me seek it from?"
"That my dear Nicki is simple... Seek it from those who believe in you, those who know what lies in your heart and those who know that you can be more than even your poisoned dreams understand. It's really quite simple.. When you stop looking for " love" trust in yourself Nicolas... Always assume that others will let you down... Your love seeps from you.. You try so hard to be good.. You try so hard to be what others think you should be.... Instead of pleasing others.. Why not just indulge in what pleases you most.. Seek your guidance from the darkness and the power within yourself... YOU Nicki were meant to rule.. Not be ruled over."
Since the moment I'd come to be once more this had always been the battle the battle mingled with slips now and then, Oops, I destroyed the third district of Boston, why doesn't that bother me? Until... Skye. She'd been gone and I'd bought the house and the ring that was sitting on the dresser as I kept peering at it just to make sure... (She'll like it won't she?) The inscription of what I told her everyday.. When would she come home..?.. and.... I really ached to kill right now, when didn't I? When couldn't I picture smearing lives in a trail behind myself. It was like the first hit of the finest drug everytime.
" What a mixture you are right now... Why do you not follow your wants and needs.. Do you really need her to allow you to make choices for you...? Though I will say she looks sweet with her dark wings.. Did you expect her to thank you for them? When she searches for meaning each time her life is taken... "
There was something burning in me now. Yes, the same thing that burned when I hacked them all to pittiful heaps and pools of blood. And there would always be fire, lovely fire and sirens. Those were my favorite. The way the armed ones gaped at me before I killed them. You can't be alive, 15 shots. Haha. I raised a hand and she lifted as if I'd picked her up by her neck without even touching her. I was becoming tired of her insubordinance. "I didn't expect a thing." I growled angrily, Yes that's right, Nicolas the monster. Once again. What's that? Violence isn't the answer?
"Yes Nicolas.. be that monster.. be what you were meant to be... "
Maybe ... she was away... maybe just for tonight. She was offering me the blood no, the ever changing blood. ."I... I can't"
"Why?" She'd begged, pressing a finger to the crimson bathing her lips and smearing it on mine.There wasn't a thread of fear in her.. just seeking, seeking something I couldn't understand. "Drink"
Yes.. My dagger gliding down her neck. I wanted it the way I used to...
"Hmmm drink Nicki and feel where you started... where you truly started your journey.. know it should have been you from the start.... take from me the longing for power and for greatness.. , " And then her fangs were grazing at my neck, darkness. Darkness... filing through my thoughts, but I couldn't see her. I couldn't see Lestat he'd turned away and I was yelling at him I hate you, Leave me go. And Skye, I couldn't see her... Mana and his bouncing curls. The darkness... ebony feathers and Memnoch, he was speaking... or was it her? "you have the power and the heart for greatness... But you push it away, you hide from all that you could be, all that you should be"" Nicolas... the power...." She seemed impressed I didn't care. I needed to hunt.
Yes, yes and I have..... .I can't stop it.
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Well it started like most of my days. Laying waste to a bunch of lives. I sometimes wonder if Skye knows, or if that bothers me really. Usually I'm more distracted, with her here... Oh, and the present I had crafted for her came. I hope she likes it.
I really hope.
I'm horrid at these things.
And then I had a pillow fight with Mana, all well and good but I still don't understand why I'm supposed to make him say uncle. How did that become a saying?
Um...
I feel unversed.
And there's a black cat constantly hanging from my feathers. I like her.
I wish Skye would come home soon.
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I'm having a bit of a hard time amusing myself. I did manage to get some things done, the offer on the Villa was accepted which means I get to finally leave this country. I don't know why I stayed as long as I did.
I hope Skye and Mana like the place.
But as I was saying, I'm having such a hard time right now. So, I got the idea to go and hunt. With Skye gone it was all I could do to amuse myself. Oh, and it was rather amusing. What started as an assualt on a local crack house ended up destroying a city block. Gas stations are such a bothersome obstacle, but in retrospect it was rather beautiful to behold. Maybe because I understand what it felt like to the victims. To burn alive. What a horrible fate. And still I feel so horribly... detached. I wonder how I ever felt anything, I remember thinking once that I was damned, damning myself. And now...
... To be honest I'm more disappointed that I singed my jacket.
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I've turned in more compositions... My agents have a hard time making sense of me. It's fun to watch them try to act dignified while their mortal little minds try to wrap around it all.. How..? He's so very young.. ! "Yes M. de Anges, We'll have the money moved to your account. Yes, don't you worry, Sir. No media will be had here. Just as you ask!"
I can imagine my fans, sitting in their houses. Listening to the sounds I've created for them, pirating them on their computers (Oh, please do!). Reproductions on disks and coded in computers. Sitting in the audience. Beautiful, lovely. Yes I hear those, too. I yearn to know what it is to hear it as truly human, so simply and so complex, truly. I yearn to sit next to you and to think, surely this sound cannot come from him! You have no idea, any of you how jealous this makes me. Lets try something new.
Czardas
Just let it move you. Don't be afraid. I only hunt when I'm hungry, I... "Besides...they'll be considerably less nervous if I go alone..no offense darling, but you are a bit intimidating.." That's not fair, not fair, not what I want! ... Not now! No, now it doesn't suit me. Horrible humans, when I kill you I'm not damning you. You do that to yourselves! I hate you, I hate you all.
Yes, horrible Nicolas. What a monster.
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I'm supposed to be doing something I know it. Ah, yes... I have such expensive tastes.
( Read more... ) Alright, where do I sign?
No, no, don't put de Lenfent there, you dope!
Hn..
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"You make me so proud.."
"What?" Sounded like something I'd thought lately, something about her.
"Although I thought you'd learn that trick on him."
"Lestat?"
"Yes."
"What do you want?" I was already annoyed with the direction of this conversation.
"Do you ever take a compliment well, de l'enfent? I came to check on my investment, I see it's doubled." I wanted to strike him, I might have if this weren't a dream. "Tsk, violence isn't always the answer, Nicolas." How many people had said those words to me by now? Such repitition.
"...Is there something you came to bother me about?" My impatience was becoming overwhelming. Maybe it was because i didn't intend to run any of his errands anymore.
"Yes, I came to bring you good tidings!" There was an unnatural mirth in his voice that bothered me. Infact the whole situation bothered me. It always did. "She's with child!"
"What?" The shock of the comment jarred me awake. Was he kidding? She hadn't said anything. Was it even possible? I shifted under the sheets, rolling to face her. No, just a dream... She'd say something.. I'd hear it in her thoughts... I'd...I caressed her dark locks halting the semi-paniced derailment of my thoughts... and nestled back into the lush sheets.
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Posted on September 29, 2005 @ 10:21 pm
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Down in the shadows of your deepest secrets,
I sleep next to the precepts you hold most dear.
Your heart is in my province hour upon hour,
I shiver when you feel the cold.
Everything you say I hear.
Like a bomb and it's fuse,
We bring bright light.
But I could be a devil to you.
I could bite like a tarantula.
Right through the skin,
And leave my poison dream.
Deliciously unsuspecting,
Protecting you from all harm.
Except perhaps from These arms...
That hold you.
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