The lights in the sky have finally arrived... I am staying right beside you..

[mistresswanda.livejournal.com]

(Somewhere outside town)
(Day 202, December 19th, 7pm)
(48 hours left....)

All afternoon working, getting it perfect.  It's lovely.  It's just what I pictured. 

No more snow now.  There's enough.

I've cleaned off the chairs, shoveled the snow in neat rows amongst said chairs and a aisle up to the willow tree.  Checked the faerie light up since summer.  Still working, and glittering nicely in the snow covered tree with her bare limbs and in the rose bushes that are in full bloom despite it being winter.  The black roses against the white snow is truly striking.  I'll add red ribbons on Monday to complete the look.

The inside is as set as it's going to get, I think.  The main room has the tables set to the walls with extra chairs added.  The whole room will be illuminated by candles set amongst the greens and ornaments.  The kitchen is immaculate, ready for the food, beverage and cake delivery.  I will not cook in it anymore this weekend, the cafe' will be seeing a lot of me.  My gown...
I trust it will be lovely.  I trust it will be here.  Kent assured me it would be when I saw him Friday.

It is as done as it can be until Monday morning when we sign the papers and are legally married as far as Excolo is concerned.  I have nothing left to do...

I find a long wool coat and a heavy, soft, long scarf.  I throw those on along with sturdy boots and my gladius strapped to my side and head out, out of town, out to the outlying farms.  It is dark and cold and the snow crunches under my boots.  I walk until the houses are far behind me and there is nothing in sight but nothing.  I wander off the road and it's not too far in I find a tree stump to sit upon.   I sigh and look about.  I am alone.  Utterly alone with nothing but the stars above me, clouds obscuring and revealing them at will.  I open myself up, open up to the music about me, all around me...

it is quiet and muted.  Nature is slumbering, for the most part.  Sleeping under a blanket of white.  It is beautiful and calming, with no people about, with no busy music, no rapidly changing emotions, no mass of humanity ...
no unbelievable powerful source of all pain, misery and suffering.  No endless hate, no unending despair, no weariness without hope of rest...

I sit here in the dark for hours it seems, staring up at the stars, listening to simplicity.  I sit here and sing my own souls music, sing for myself, sing for everyone I loved, sing for him, sing for us... sing out my heartbreak, sing out my own sorrow and fears.  I sit here alone in the dark and remind myself he is not real, and he will not love me, and I wonder why am I still doing this?  Why I am turning my back on everything?
"How can you bear to be around me, if I bring such sounds of sorrow?"
"I can bear it because I love you."
I can keep a vow as well, Kent.

I finally leave my perch and head back to town when I feel the cold creep into my bones... when my tears freeze to my cheeks.  There's no more time for tears.

I am to be wed in two days after all.

The lights in the sky have finally arrived... I am staying right beside you..

[mistresswanda.livejournal.com]

(Somewhere outside town)
(Day 202, December 19th, 7pm)
(48 hours left....)

All afternoon working, getting it perfect.  It's lovely.  It's just what I pictured. 

No more snow now.  There's enough.

I've cleaned off the chairs, shoveled the snow in neat rows amongst said chairs and a aisle up to the willow tree.  Checked the faerie light up since summer.  Still working, and glittering nicely in the snow covered tree with her bare limbs and in the rose bushes that are in full bloom despite it being winter.  The black roses against the white snow is truly striking.  I'll add red ribbons on Monday to complete the look.

The inside is as set as it's going to get, I think.  The main room has the tables set to the walls with extra chairs added.  The whole room will be illuminated by candles set amongst the greens and ornaments.  The kitchen is immaculate, ready for the food, beverage and cake delivery.  I will not cook in it anymore this weekend, the cafe' will be seeing a lot of me.  My gown...
I trust it will be lovely.  I trust it will be here.  Kent assured me it would be when I saw him Friday.

It is as done as it can be until Monday morning when we sign the papers and are legally married as far as Excolo is concerned.  I have nothing left to do...

I find a long wool coat and a heavy, soft, long scarf.  I throw those on along with sturdy boots and my gladius strapped to my side and head out, out of town, out to the outlying farms.  It is dark and cold and the snow crunches under my boots.  I walk until the houses are far behind me and there is nothing in sight but nothing.  I wander off the road and it's not too far in I find a tree stump to sit upon.   I sigh and look about.  I am alone.  Utterly alone with nothing but the stars above me, clouds obscuring and revealing them at will.  I open myself up, open up to the music about me, all around me...

it is quiet and muted.  Nature is slumbering, for the most part.  Sleeping under a blanket of white.  It is beautiful and calming, with no people about, with no busy music, no rapidly changing emotions, no mass of humanity ...
no unbelievable powerful source of all pain, misery and suffering.  No endless hate, no unending despair, no weariness without hope of rest...

I sit here in the dark for hours it seems, staring up at the stars, listening to simplicity.  I sit here and sing my own souls music, sing for myself, sing for everyone I loved, sing for him, sing for us... sing out my heartbreak, sing out my own sorrow and fears.  I sit here alone in the dark and remind myself he is not real, and he will not love me, and I wonder why am I still doing this?  Why I am turning my back on everything?
"How can you bear to be around me, if I bring such sounds of sorrow?"
"I can bear it because I love you."
I can keep a vow as well, Kent.

I finally leave my perch and head back to town when I feel the cold creep into my bones... when my tears freeze to my cheeks.  There's no more time for tears.

I am to be wed in two days after all.

the revenge of Tuesday night

[tezcatl-ipoca.livejournal.com]

Further to this: after nearly causing a riot in the Whitechapel, Iblis, Wanda and Tez have headed back to the tower for a little light frolicking.... NSFW all the way.

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the revenge of Tuesday night

[tezcatl-ipoca.livejournal.com]

Further to this: after nearly causing a riot in the Whitechapel, Iblis, Wanda and Tez have headed back to the tower for a little light frolicking.... NSFW all the way.

( Read more... )