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estdeus_innobis"Woman's destiny is to be wanton'
like the bitch, the she-wolf;
she must belong to all who claim her."
Marquis De Sade
(Late Saturday night, October 10th)
(On Silk Road, heading home)
"Show me the way to go home... I'm tired and I want to go to bed...
I had me a drink about an hour ago and... it ...went... right.... to.... my.... head.... bum bum bum.."
Giggle a bit, I sing to myself as I leave the Whitechapel. I had swung by the Doctors office to try and entice Lucien out, but he was not there. With the evening open, I went back home, threw on my trench coat with a few knives slipped inside for good measure, and headed over to the Whitechapel for a few drinks. Sat in a corner and sipped whiskey, content to people watch for a while.
Unfortunately, one of the persons I was specifically watching for did not appear. Oh well.... Wednesday is not too far off, but I have not received word yet if I have an appointment or not.
With a sigh, I realize that I am merely sitting a corner by myself drinking out of boredom. Decided to stop before I hit 'drunk', right now I am merely 'contented'. Not a bad place to be. I pay Adam for a bottle of whiskey to go and leave a generous tip in my wake. Humming and singing to no one in particular, I amble my way back down Silk Road, and as I pass the 'Boy, I see a head of spun gold hair in the window. Ah, that's where Lucien is. I contemplate ringing the bell and asking to join them, but I catch the flash of a smile and Miao laughing from inside....
No. I'll leave them be.
Cut down the side road behind the 'Boy to make it back home quicker, and just as I am nearing my gate, a howl splits the air.
I stop dead, hand at the latch, my heart hammering. Again, I know that voice. I would know it anywhere. I should run into the house and bar the doors, light the lamps and cower in my room....
but instead I find myself walking to the end of the park that is nearest to my home. I peer into the darkness, and the sound comes again, but it is farther off than I though. The night itself sighs around the sound, but I am not as afraid as I could should? be. All those nights ago, the howling was to instill fear... tonight?..... it's different. "Those... were the days my friend.... we swore they'd never end.... we'd sing and dance, forever and a day....." the music slips out of me, a whisper to the dark.
Oh.... it's a bad idea, such a bad idea..... I know this. I AM scared of him, I am. And I have been so lucky with him, Glass is right, and I know better.....
But the night is singing, and the shadows whisper, and I can hear it all and.....
"Gaueko......" I say softly, musically, letting the breeze carry my voice to The Night.
(open to Gaueko) (CLOSED)
(This HAS gone weird places... all caution tags apply!)
( Bestiality themes within)
like the bitch, the she-wolf;
she must belong to all who claim her."
Marquis De Sade
(Late Saturday night, October 10th)
(On Silk Road, heading home)
"Show me the way to go home... I'm tired and I want to go to bed...
I had me a drink about an hour ago and... it ...went... right.... to.... my.... head.... bum bum bum.."
Giggle a bit, I sing to myself as I leave the Whitechapel. I had swung by the Doctors office to try and entice Lucien out, but he was not there. With the evening open, I went back home, threw on my trench coat with a few knives slipped inside for good measure, and headed over to the Whitechapel for a few drinks. Sat in a corner and sipped whiskey, content to people watch for a while.
Unfortunately, one of the persons I was specifically watching for did not appear. Oh well.... Wednesday is not too far off, but I have not received word yet if I have an appointment or not.
With a sigh, I realize that I am merely sitting a corner by myself drinking out of boredom. Decided to stop before I hit 'drunk', right now I am merely 'contented'. Not a bad place to be. I pay Adam for a bottle of whiskey to go and leave a generous tip in my wake. Humming and singing to no one in particular, I amble my way back down Silk Road, and as I pass the 'Boy, I see a head of spun gold hair in the window. Ah, that's where Lucien is. I contemplate ringing the bell and asking to join them, but I catch the flash of a smile and Miao laughing from inside....
No. I'll leave them be.
Cut down the side road behind the 'Boy to make it back home quicker, and just as I am nearing my gate, a howl splits the air.
I stop dead, hand at the latch, my heart hammering. Again, I know that voice. I would know it anywhere. I should run into the house and bar the doors, light the lamps and cower in my room....
but instead I find myself walking to the end of the park that is nearest to my home. I peer into the darkness, and the sound comes again, but it is farther off than I though. The night itself sighs around the sound, but I am not as afraid as I could should? be. All those nights ago, the howling was to instill fear... tonight?..... it's different. "Those... were the days my friend.... we swore they'd never end.... we'd sing and dance, forever and a day....." the music slips out of me, a whisper to the dark.
Oh.... it's a bad idea, such a bad idea..... I know this. I AM scared of him, I am. And I have been so lucky with him, Glass is right, and I know better.....
But the night is singing, and the shadows whisper, and I can hear it all and.....
"Gaueko......" I say softly, musically, letting the breeze carry my voice to The Night.
(This HAS gone weird places... all caution tags apply!)
( Bestiality themes within)
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