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estdeus_innobisWednesday, sometime, somewhere in Dream
Once upon time there was a beautiful princess. Her hair was the colour of jet and her skin was the colour of nutmeg, and each of her teeth were like pearls. Flowers grew where she walked, so that the fields around the tower that was her home was carpeted in blooms as white as snow. The princess was very happy, all save for one thing: her fear that one day the thorn of one of the flowers would prick her. Her servants combed the field for thorns every day, trimming the stems so that it would be safe for her to walk. But still the princess was afraid, and she neglected to notice that each month the forest encroached closer on her home, until one day, standing in her field of flowers, she looked up to see the trees looming around her, undergrowth thick with thorns. Frightened, she fled inside, and as she ran she began her first bleeding, and the blood that trickled down her thigh fell to the earth and stained the roses around the tower a deep and brilliant red.
Inside the tower the princess was afraid that she was dying, for her father had always insisted that royal blood was the most precious of all things and must never be spilled. Weeping, she showed the blood to her old nurse, who laughed and kissed her cheek and told her this was the secret gift of women, and now she was blessed. So the princess wiped her eyes, and was no longer afraid of bleeding. But the thorns of the forest came for her all the same.
Once upon time there was a beautiful princess. Her hair was the colour of jet and her skin was the colour of nutmeg, and each of her teeth were like pearls. Flowers grew where she walked, so that the fields around the tower that was her home was carpeted in blooms as white as snow. The princess was very happy, all save for one thing: her fear that one day the thorn of one of the flowers would prick her. Her servants combed the field for thorns every day, trimming the stems so that it would be safe for her to walk. But still the princess was afraid, and she neglected to notice that each month the forest encroached closer on her home, until one day, standing in her field of flowers, she looked up to see the trees looming around her, undergrowth thick with thorns. Frightened, she fled inside, and as she ran she began her first bleeding, and the blood that trickled down her thigh fell to the earth and stained the roses around the tower a deep and brilliant red.
Inside the tower the princess was afraid that she was dying, for her father had always insisted that royal blood was the most precious of all things and must never be spilled. Weeping, she showed the blood to her old nurse, who laughed and kissed her cheek and told her this was the secret gift of women, and now she was blessed. So the princess wiped her eyes, and was no longer afraid of bleeding. But the thorns of the forest came for her all the same.
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Date: 2011-03-30 06:53 pm (UTC)-and she starts to crack. His arms crush her & he buries his mouth into hers & I'm still running, but I can't get closer! Her blank face changes from Comedy to Tragedy & the Mirror-man drops her. He stamps his foot & the ice melts & I am now wading, but she floats... at first. But she starts to sink as he moves away, a dragon again. I shout, but my voice is lost in the storm.
Please, no, I can't lose another!
I reach her & plunge my arms in, but my hands are still with Syl. But I try again, I can see her, please, please let me reach her!
I feel her arm, & I grab- grab it, pulling her up above the water, cradling her like a child. She's limp, not breathing & I shake her. "Marion, please!" I know that's not her name. The dragon opens it's mouth to swallow someone & inside I know this is for a reason, know it's not real, but outside I rage, screaming at it, "You bastard! I'll kill you!" Gods, let her wake up!
And the axe is in my hands again. My human hands. The scar on my shoulder like a fresh wound. And I'm charging at the dragon(nothing but ash shall remain!). I can't stop myself & I strike-
The Warrior Maiden pierces her chest with her sword & there is pain & light & I- I-------
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Date: 2011-03-31 12:21 am (UTC)I have known Gods, befriended them, lain with them, hated them, loved them. Have I ever prayed?
"Nanshe deliver us." I say without hesitation, but with my full heart and mind, finally making the connection. "Deliver us from the nightmare so we may dream again." Syl kisses Godmoth---Nanshe and something passes between them. She turns to the not-Kent, sword raised, proud and in her power.
"I am the Lady of Shadows, and you are no king here. I drive you out,"
Perhaps because I have done it myself, I recognize the swivel of the wrist, the arc her arm will take. "Please Dream Lady let this work." My left arm curls around Rose, clutching her to me, and I whisper to her that I love her as the goddess of Dreams sacrifices herself. My right hand draws my own sword, and I will not fall on it, but I turn to whatever the being is she faced and smile darkly at the visage of my husband, who smiles darkly back.
"I told you I was not afraid of wolves, for I am the Wolf's Bride!" I snarl, and aiming for his throat, my arm swings---