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Comments: 23
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Avion Nimure lay in the floor in disarray, his silver hair spilling across the tiles of the Black Palace like melted platinum. His eyes were distant, and the still-detached smile of madness shone on his face; a beacon in the depths of dark hell that comprised this level of the castle.
The Queen herself, Mab, knelt by his side, brushing her hand soothingly across his chest, her expression a mix of pity and consternation, perhaps frustration, playing upon the greenish light of the crystals and sickly magic that flowed through the thin, cold air.
"Who takes care of you?" Crooned she, to the tune of her favorite fiddler. "Forget not, my precious ones, who takes care of you."
"This is revolting," whispered the court woman on Mab's far left. The Queen did not respond; a lucky decision indeed for the outspoken Kaizha. The two women further off, a barebacked Emerel and shy concubine, watched with interest as the Queen continued to poison the younger Seelie's mind with whispers and nightmarish energy.
"Y...you are not going to win," Avion whispered, still smiling faintly and blinking at the ceiling. He batted a hand feebly at Mab, striking her in the shoulder. "You...will not succeed..."
Disgruntled at the sudden break in her hypnosis, Mab struck him across the face with her sharp, golden nails before continuing the rhythmic motion of mesmerizing magic.
"Shhh," she whispered. "Don't fret, silly boy...sleep now, and bask in the energy of your permanent captivity."
Avion squinted up at her, trying to focus his hold on reality, but his hand slipped from the sleeve of her gown and flopped, a listless traitor, on the floor beside himself.
There was silence, save for the fact that the fiddler still played, and the girlish laughter of the Queen and Emerel's combined approval."
- Myerex C. Costrana, Seelie Lord esq.
-
"Don't fret precious I'm here, step away from the window
Go back to sleep...
Lay your head down child,
I won't let the boogeyman come.
Counting bodies like sheep,
To the rhythm of the war drums.
Pay no mind to the rabble
(Pay no mind to the rabble)
Head down, go to sleep,
To the rhythm of the war drums.
Pay no mind what other voices say,
They don't care about you, like I do, (like I do)...
Safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils,
See, they don't give a fuck about you, like I do...
Just...stay with me...safe and ignorant...
Go back to sleep.
Go back to sleep.
Lay your head down child,
I won't let the boogeyman come.
Count the bodies like sheep,
To the rhythm of the war drums.
Pay no mind to the rabble,
(Pay no mind to the rabble)
Head down, go to sleep to the rhythm of the war drums.
I'll be the one to protect you from,
Your enemies and all your demons.
I'll be the one to protect you from,
A will to survive and a voice of reason.
I'll be the one to protect you from,
Your enemies and your choices son.
They're one in the same,
I must isolate you,
Isolate and save you from yourself!
Swayin' to the rhythm of the new world order and--!
Count the bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums!
The boogeymen are coming,
The boogeymen are coming!
Keep your head DOWN, go to SLEEP, to the rhythm of a war drums!
Stay with me...
Safe and ignorant...!
Just--stay with me...
Hold you and protect you from the other ones,
The evil ones!
Don't love you son,
Go back to sleep.
- "Pet" by A Perfect Circle.
-
Stock credits (from left to right):
Models: *mizzd-stock, =liam-stock, =lindowyn-stock, ~Ange1ica-Stock, ~crackx-stock, *LongStock
Background: =CausticStock
Texture: ~webgoddess
Brushes: ~SaldaeanFarmgirl
Writing (C) me.
Enjoy.
-A.C.
The Queen herself, Mab, knelt by his side, brushing her hand soothingly across his chest, her expression a mix of pity and consternation, perhaps frustration, playing upon the greenish light of the crystals and sickly magic that flowed through the thin, cold air.
"Who takes care of you?" Crooned she, to the tune of her favorite fiddler. "Forget not, my precious ones, who takes care of you."
"This is revolting," whispered the court woman on Mab's far left. The Queen did not respond; a lucky decision indeed for the outspoken Kaizha. The two women further off, a barebacked Emerel and shy concubine, watched with interest as the Queen continued to poison the younger Seelie's mind with whispers and nightmarish energy.
"Y...you are not going to win," Avion whispered, still smiling faintly and blinking at the ceiling. He batted a hand feebly at Mab, striking her in the shoulder. "You...will not succeed..."
Disgruntled at the sudden break in her hypnosis, Mab struck him across the face with her sharp, golden nails before continuing the rhythmic motion of mesmerizing magic.
"Shhh," she whispered. "Don't fret, silly boy...sleep now, and bask in the energy of your permanent captivity."
Avion squinted up at her, trying to focus his hold on reality, but his hand slipped from the sleeve of her gown and flopped, a listless traitor, on the floor beside himself.
There was silence, save for the fact that the fiddler still played, and the girlish laughter of the Queen and Emerel's combined approval."
- Myerex C. Costrana, Seelie Lord esq.
-
"Don't fret precious I'm here, step away from the window
Go back to sleep...
Lay your head down child,
I won't let the boogeyman come.
Counting bodies like sheep,
To the rhythm of the war drums.
Pay no mind to the rabble
(Pay no mind to the rabble)
Head down, go to sleep,
To the rhythm of the war drums.
Pay no mind what other voices say,
They don't care about you, like I do, (like I do)...
Safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils,
See, they don't give a fuck about you, like I do...
Just...stay with me...safe and ignorant...
Go back to sleep.
Go back to sleep.
Lay your head down child,
I won't let the boogeyman come.
Count the bodies like sheep,
To the rhythm of the war drums.
Pay no mind to the rabble,
(Pay no mind to the rabble)
Head down, go to sleep to the rhythm of the war drums.
I'll be the one to protect you from,
Your enemies and all your demons.
I'll be the one to protect you from,
A will to survive and a voice of reason.
I'll be the one to protect you from,
Your enemies and your choices son.
They're one in the same,
I must isolate you,
Isolate and save you from yourself!
Swayin' to the rhythm of the new world order and--!
Count the bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums!
The boogeymen are coming,
The boogeymen are coming!
Keep your head DOWN, go to SLEEP, to the rhythm of a war drums!
Stay with me...
Safe and ignorant...!
Just--stay with me...
Hold you and protect you from the other ones,
The evil ones!
Don't love you son,
Go back to sleep.
- "Pet" by A Perfect Circle.
-
Stock credits (from left to right):
Models: *mizzd-stock, =liam-stock, =lindowyn-stock, ~Ange1ica-Stock, ~crackx-stock, *LongStock
Background: =CausticStock
Texture: ~webgoddess
Brushes: ~SaldaeanFarmgirl
Writing (C) me.
Enjoy.
-A.C.
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Also, the one girl on the far right, dressed in white, is she the concubine? I find it strangely ironic that she is dressed in "innocence".
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but plea this is beautiful
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blame it on the web, but the spider's your problem now.
language is the liquid that we're all dissolved in;
great for solving problems after it creates a problem.
-modest mouse
"Tell the little boy in his mother's dress that God hates him."
Thanks~. :]; I could've done a better job.
-A.C.
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No matter how subtle the wizard, a knife between his shoulderblades will seriously cramp his style.
-- Vlad Taltos (Writer: Steven Brust)
--
blame it on the web, but the spider's your problem now.
language is the liquid that we're all dissolved in;
great for solving problems after it creates a problem.
-modest mouse
"Tell the little boy in his mother's dress that God hates him."
--
Do not complain about thorns among roses. Be grateful for roses among thorns.
-A.C.
--
No matter how subtle the wizard, a knife between his shoulderblades will seriously cramp his style.
-- Vlad Taltos (Writer: Steven Brust)
-A.C.
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No matter how subtle the wizard, a knife between his shoulderblades will seriously cramp his style.
-- Vlad Taltos (Writer: Steven Brust)
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