The truth of a liar
The lie of the faithful
He speaks the truth
She denies it
He holds to what he cannot have
And she will not let him go
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Thursday, May 5, 2016
Tuesday, April 26, 2016
"The tale of such has been penned, perhaps, a million times. Same in all it's heartache and tears and unrequited loves; the same, till every star in the heavens have fallen away, all the lovers have perished from their love. The same, in all it's petty hopes and childish fears, to only in the end be proved that, even true love, cannot conquer over death's freezing winter. And yet, it will remain with those who survive, as a monster, till the last grain of sand has fell into the bottom of time's glass."
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MUWAHGLURHRHRHRHHhhahahahh ...
A sneak peak ... *crackles knuckles like a mad scientist*
I need to get a life.
Oh, wait.
They are it.
"I'm sorry"
Red.
That was all he could remember.
So much red, sordid and staining everything, drenching. And white. She was so white, all color drained from that soft face.
He had done this.
No cry, no tears, no scream. Nothing, save numb surprise. And she looked at him, as if he could save her, as if she trusted, so completely, that he would.
Friday, April 8, 2016
"...should I say anything?" He looked as if he were amused then serious.
Narvi sucked in a breath.
"Must," they said in unison.
Loki nodded. "Must?"
"Yes, there's must in the books," Narvi explained, "And a dead rat in the cup..," Vali exonerated, jerking her head at the old desk, situated in the middle of the room, far too piled with books and parchment and old, undistinguished trinkets. It swayed in the middle, closer to the floor then ceiling. Anyone but them would've called it a pile rubbish, rotting wood and parchment, infested with spider webbings and dust and roaches, only it was better then a heaping treasure to them.
Finding the old study and hermitage of their father hadn't been as hard as expected. It was a dare, really, and they'd taken it, only to have something to do with their free time. Lady mother had told them of it a thousand times, of how he used to hide when she'd come and visit.
Loki nodded again. Then chuckled. "I gave you both too little credited ability to find this old place. By Valhalla, how did you get the door to open? Your grandfather, Odin, had it built up years ago, when I -your mother..."
"Shut you inside?" offered Vali, a bit too smugly, for they'd both promised not to mention it. Narvi nudged her shoulder in the attempt to silence her, but he'd already heard.
Her father raised an eyebrow.
"Well then, it seems I have no secrets, from you or my wife...," sauntering across the old stone floor and fingering the open pages of a book he'd long forgotten, "Right then, suppose the books can be burnt, hmm?" slamming the heavy volume shut, dust foaming into the air. He looked expectantly at them. Oh, but they both could see the spark in his eyes that had been laughing ever since Vali's comment.
"NO!"
He finally grinned.
"No, I suppose not..."
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... this was longer then I thought it would be, YAY!
Just some fun. I need to write more of this stuff ... *sighs*
"You dare to come back to me..."
He looked at her as he had when she tossed a serpent into his bathing water, so long ago.
"...smelling like that."
Stunned relief swept over his features.
"It's been seven days since I washed."
Vali's mouth dropped open.
"Mother would kill you."
Thursday, April 7, 2016
"If you speak of this to father I will kill you."
The firstborn of the two whirled upon her brother, sending him toppling to the stable floor and placed her blade against his chest, a leather clad foot containing him there.
Narvi gave her smirked return from his uncomfortable position.
"I don't think you would, sister..."
"Oh, do try me."
Tuesday, April 5, 2016
A sneak peak of a story I am writing ... *grins insanely and bounces out of room*
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London, 1895, the 6th of October
Maison de Vert,
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London, 1895, the 6th of October
Maison de Vert,
My Dearest Amelia,
Within my last posted correspondence with you, I had expressed the fear that, in perhaps silly wifely fancy then, my husband no longer cared for me as he professed so devotedly in the months before and after our nuptials were said, as we knelt before the alter, before God and the company of our family, friends, acquaintances, of whom which mine were so much more numerous. And, my friend, it does seem now such fears were to become reality, in all it's hideous blackened truth.
The man I swore my love to has drawn away from me, till, now, if he does not persist this, he shall be guilty of shattering my heart. If he knows it is solely within his hands, solely his own, as completely as I do, he would stop this. I am without words to explain the nature of this distance he has put between us, but it is there; be assured his kindness and manner towards me as forever, he is as dutiful and soft as he had been in pursuit of me in those happy days before he asked my hand.
Was it childish fancy for me to hope and dream and believe to think we could be happier after our wedding day? It must've been for this loneliness he has forced upon me, the hours he spends alone with his books and the estate, how he refuses to stay with me, just for a night. Even his visits to London have become more numerous, leaving me alone in this house; his house, which he said would become ours if I wished it to be so.
I am, to be most truthful, alone.
So terribly alone, and a thing haunts this place; no tangible thing, no living thing, but it is cold, and icy, and terrible. It lingers about the halls, slips between the slats in the doors, creeps upon me, yet only when he is left and gone. And I am frightened, of this house, of this cursed love I cannot be released from. My heart and love and soul are his, and he turns from me, as if he does not know me, as if he did not whisper such loves and show such ardency, share things that we both had never tasted and had never known.
He is gone. Not even a shadow remains there, though he is living and breathing before me, so close and yet so far. I see fear in his eyes and pain, when I gaze into the mirror, within my own.
Come, please, and visit me, I fear I will go mad if I do not see a friend. I beg this of you in the faith you will not abandon me.
In sisterly friendship,
Mrs. Sigyn Vanir Laufey
Friday, March 25, 2016
"His Heart's Home"
He was injured worse then he ever would've admitted, to himself and even more so to her. And she knew, oh, she knew. And she hadn't said a word above a thank you to Frandral and a request for water from her maid. All he did was watch her as her hands busied with tying her strewn hair away, and getting sponges, and bandaging.
Their chambers were warm and quiet and darkened, a few candles lite and the fire burning lowly. It was late, very late, the children thankfully sleeping. That comforted both mother and father. To have them see him so battered would not do.
"Sigyn ..." he began, voice hoarse from the silent and lack of water.
"Don't, Loki," commanded, and she worked at removing armor that had been just scarce of mutilated.
They had been in battle with a tribe of borderlanders, folk who pledged aligence to the Allfather but had been without rule and even more unruly. Thor and his brother had been given such a task by the Asgardian court to tame them, with a small allotment of warriors, amongst them the Warriors Three and Sif. And they'd been gone near a fortnight; no word and message had reached Asgard, they had been left to only worry and surmise.
Until the herald had sounded and they'd returned.
The leather and cloth were worse, but when she finally reached the wounds, sharp breath filled her and widened eyes went glossy.
"Oh, Loki..."
"Now, now, I've been hurt worse then this..." He tried to persuade her, perhaps himself, but she silenced him yet again.
"What have they done to you?"
It remained unanswered, he could not speak. She sank to the floor, just between his knees and worked on. A thousand staves were ripping at his flesh every moment dried, bloodied cloth tore. Breath caught and hissed through bared teeth, when he could not retain the pain anymore, and her little hands shakily moved away, "Forgive me, I am sorry, my love..." quickly upon her tongue.
Loki shushed her lips with his mouth.
It might've cost him more pain then pleasure, though; he wouldn't dwell upon that. The sigh she put into his lips, was enough, oh, enough to ease a million pains. And what seemed like a million days without this warm little soul he was doomed to love beyond every reason he ever would conceive. Strange, he had not realized what thirst he had until she was there, had not understood the terrible longing of missing her.
At last he murmured, "...the only one at fault is myself, being so careless," half into her still parted lips. She sank closer to him.
Shoulders moved as a chuckled hum filled her. "You, careless, my lord? Whatever will the realm say of that?" brushing messy and tousled hair away from his tired face.
"Ah, but you wedded this careless idiot, dear lady."
"Be silenced or I shall be made to use that sleeping spell you taught to me."
Playful mischief, all too akin to his own, faded and seriousness had taken her tone and she began work again. He caught her eyes and wanly chuckled, then coughed, a rasping breath shuddering and racking his frame, a hand coming to cradle his ribs.
"Silly man, now you've hurt yourself..." She laughed in spite of it all, all the hurt and pain she felt for him, and he grimaced.
When, at last, she'd done with washing, tending and bandaging wounds, he was quiet and still, half numbed with exhaustion. Her hands pulled him up and to stand, steadying the tottering and she heard a chuckle, softly breathed into her hair. She'd only half realized his hands and arms just bandaged and far from healed, held her.
"Oh, I missed you," languid lips muttered.
Warmth from the lite fire's burning embers softened the room and blushed across the little Vanhir's skin. Blue eyes looked questioningly up at him, and he did'nt remember them being so very bright. And all in a blink he was wrapped within a warmth, which surpassed the fire's glow, as her little presence swept him into an embrace. All he wished was to drown, and fall into, and breath this moment. Even pain that he'd endured was muted, a little. He hardly could stand alone any longer, chest heaved slowly, then fell from the weight of pain.
"Sleep, darling, you must rest."
Sigyn pulled him slowly, crossing the room and he sank with sighed relief onto the deep mattress. She quietly fluffed pillows and when he'd sank upon the silken sheet and pillows, she murmured, "I must go and ge-"
But words quieted then left, completely, when fingers caught her wrist.
"Don't go, you need rest as well, little one."
Why did all her reasons and will melt when such endearment came to her ears? And, ah, she has missed him, loved him, worried for him, so terribly. And one look into half closed, glowing green eyes, she was lost. She sighed. And sank gently beside him, pulling silk over them.
"Swear to me, Loki, you will be more careful," head nestled . Little fingers tracing just under the cut across his cheek , "If-if I should lose you, if the children shou-" but stopped.
She had not meant to show the fear she'd kept silenced all for the right reasons since he left. There was nothing of weakness in it, only remembrance of old, past things. And, how selfish it was to do so now when he was so bruised and battered, suffered such pangs already.
"If I swore it, would I keep such a promise, little one?"
Eyes blinked, and, just a moment, she felt angered. Then saddened. Then weak, bandaged hands came to gather her closer, and salty tears slipped and slid. Unaware, he was of them, until they wet the tips of his fingers.
"But I swear all I do, will be for you."
"Oh, Loki, I-..."
"And for Narvi."
A soft kiss across her forehead.
"And Vali."
Upon wet cheeks.
"And Nylokis."
At last, her mouth. A murmured profession of love against freckled skin, and he slept.
Spent and torn, he did sleep endless hours, and never once did she stir from him. And home was more felt then seen, as it always is and has been.
Their chambers were warm and quiet and darkened, a few candles lite and the fire burning lowly. It was late, very late, the children thankfully sleeping. That comforted both mother and father. To have them see him so battered would not do.
"Sigyn ..." he began, voice hoarse from the silent and lack of water.
"Don't, Loki," commanded, and she worked at removing armor that had been just scarce of mutilated.
They had been in battle with a tribe of borderlanders, folk who pledged aligence to the Allfather but had been without rule and even more unruly. Thor and his brother had been given such a task by the Asgardian court to tame them, with a small allotment of warriors, amongst them the Warriors Three and Sif. And they'd been gone near a fortnight; no word and message had reached Asgard, they had been left to only worry and surmise.
Until the herald had sounded and they'd returned.
The leather and cloth were worse, but when she finally reached the wounds, sharp breath filled her and widened eyes went glossy.
"Oh, Loki..."
"Now, now, I've been hurt worse then this..." He tried to persuade her, perhaps himself, but she silenced him yet again.
"What have they done to you?"
It remained unanswered, he could not speak. She sank to the floor, just between his knees and worked on. A thousand staves were ripping at his flesh every moment dried, bloodied cloth tore. Breath caught and hissed through bared teeth, when he could not retain the pain anymore, and her little hands shakily moved away, "Forgive me, I am sorry, my love..." quickly upon her tongue.
Loki shushed her lips with his mouth.
It might've cost him more pain then pleasure, though; he wouldn't dwell upon that. The sigh she put into his lips, was enough, oh, enough to ease a million pains. And what seemed like a million days without this warm little soul he was doomed to love beyond every reason he ever would conceive. Strange, he had not realized what thirst he had until she was there, had not understood the terrible longing of missing her.
At last he murmured, "...the only one at fault is myself, being so careless," half into her still parted lips. She sank closer to him.
Shoulders moved as a chuckled hum filled her. "You, careless, my lord? Whatever will the realm say of that?" brushing messy and tousled hair away from his tired face.
"Ah, but you wedded this careless idiot, dear lady."
"Be silenced or I shall be made to use that sleeping spell you taught to me."
Playful mischief, all too akin to his own, faded and seriousness had taken her tone and she began work again. He caught her eyes and wanly chuckled, then coughed, a rasping breath shuddering and racking his frame, a hand coming to cradle his ribs.
"Silly man, now you've hurt yourself..." She laughed in spite of it all, all the hurt and pain she felt for him, and he grimaced.
When, at last, she'd done with washing, tending and bandaging wounds, he was quiet and still, half numbed with exhaustion. Her hands pulled him up and to stand, steadying the tottering and she heard a chuckle, softly breathed into her hair. She'd only half realized his hands and arms just bandaged and far from healed, held her.
"Oh, I missed you," languid lips muttered.
Warmth from the lite fire's burning embers softened the room and blushed across the little Vanhir's skin. Blue eyes looked questioningly up at him, and he did'nt remember them being so very bright. And all in a blink he was wrapped within a warmth, which surpassed the fire's glow, as her little presence swept him into an embrace. All he wished was to drown, and fall into, and breath this moment. Even pain that he'd endured was muted, a little. He hardly could stand alone any longer, chest heaved slowly, then fell from the weight of pain.
"Sleep, darling, you must rest."
Sigyn pulled him slowly, crossing the room and he sank with sighed relief onto the deep mattress. She quietly fluffed pillows and when he'd sank upon the silken sheet and pillows, she murmured, "I must go and ge-"
But words quieted then left, completely, when fingers caught her wrist.
"Don't go, you need rest as well, little one."
Why did all her reasons and will melt when such endearment came to her ears? And, ah, she has missed him, loved him, worried for him, so terribly. And one look into half closed, glowing green eyes, she was lost. She sighed. And sank gently beside him, pulling silk over them.
"Swear to me, Loki, you will be more careful," head nestled . Little fingers tracing just under the cut across his cheek , "If-if I should lose you, if the children shou-" but stopped.
She had not meant to show the fear she'd kept silenced all for the right reasons since he left. There was nothing of weakness in it, only remembrance of old, past things. And, how selfish it was to do so now when he was so bruised and battered, suffered such pangs already.
"If I swore it, would I keep such a promise, little one?"
Eyes blinked, and, just a moment, she felt angered. Then saddened. Then weak, bandaged hands came to gather her closer, and salty tears slipped and slid. Unaware, he was of them, until they wet the tips of his fingers.
"But I swear all I do, will be for you."
"Oh, Loki, I-..."
"And for Narvi."
A soft kiss across her forehead.
"And Vali."
Upon wet cheeks.
"And Nylokis."
At last, her mouth. A murmured profession of love against freckled skin, and he slept.
Spent and torn, he did sleep endless hours, and never once did she stir from him. And home was more felt then seen, as it always is and has been.
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art piece I did for it (here)
Monday, March 7, 2016
"You do not have to do this, Loki."
He hadn't heard he enter. Not many people could surprise him.
"Don't I?"
The air did little to relieve the weightiness settled deeply, he felt, as he pulled in a rasping breath.
"You once promised me you would not lie to me..." the murmur came soft. For an instant, he longed to give in. Why did she have this effect upon him? She had him want to share all he kept so secret and sacred, buried in the pit of his soul. Only an instant, only a moment.
He would not look at her; she wished he would.
"Then I was a fool. It is what I do, have you not heard? I am no
more fit to be king then my brother who's been cursed to a rotting planet of fools, like himself."
"Loki, please-"
"Please, what? Please stop? No, you asked for truth, I am giving it to you."
His tone was cool, but she saw the flash in the eyes, as he let them turn to her.
"Who's truth? You are angry, and rightfully so, but think, oh please think, of your mother, Loki. Has she not lost her son and her husband, must she loose you to this as well...?"
The candle light faltered with her words. This would've been quite romantic, to speak in hushed whispers, alone in Asgard's golden chapel, if not for the anger. Such anger, and she felt tears wet her cheeks.
He swallowed, hard, and defiantly tilted his chin up.
"I am already lost, Sigyn."
A king without a throne, a heart without a home
Covered up with lies, a false facade of stone
But now it's all falling, there's nothing more to say
Fall away, fall away
The ice has taken tole
Fall away, just away
It's sunk into your soul
Hanging by a thread, an abyss lies below
It's deep, and dark, and cold
It's breaks, and so
Goodbye, brother, farewell, but you can never come home
And little did they know, how much it hurt to leave
It's too dark in here, alone
The air's too thick to breathe
And thought it hurt to love, how are they above?
Fall away, fall away
The ice has taken tole
Fall away, just away
It's sunk into your soul
Fall away, fall away,
Through all these stars, and all this sky
Falling down, falling away
So this is how, it feels, to die
Fall away
"Fall Away" by Abigail Elaine Day
Wrote this nearly a year ago and even wrote a tune and sang it.
Covered up with lies, a false facade of stone
But now it's all falling, there's nothing more to say
Fall away, fall away
The ice has taken tole
Fall away, just away
It's sunk into your soul
Hanging by a thread, an abyss lies below
It's deep, and dark, and cold
It's breaks, and so
Goodbye, brother, farewell, but you can never come home
And little did they know, how much it hurt to leave
It's too dark in here, alone
The air's too thick to breathe
And thought it hurt to love, how are they above?
Fall away, fall away
The ice has taken tole
Fall away, just away
It's sunk into your soul
Fall away, fall away,
Through all these stars, and all this sky
Falling down, falling away
So this is how, it feels, to die
Fall away
"Fall Away" by Abigail Elaine Day
Wrote this nearly a year ago and even wrote a tune and sang it.
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