![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
marbasthefallen.livejournal.com posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
estdeus_innobisSaturday, January 23rd
On Silk Road, late evening.
I walk along, in no particular hurry to be anywhere, whistling to myself. The chaos of the previous week has seemed to pass, for the most part. One thing about the good citizens of Excolo; many of them are damn good at ignoring the unusual and just 'forging ahead', as it were. Iblis is not around that I can tell. Even in my diminished capacity, I can still feel him and Lilith withing my blood and bones. And Lilith...
she returned to the Garden soon after the lightning storm. CeCe was thrilled to see mommy again. Hellfire, I was thrilled to see mommy again. Sans bunny slippers. I decided to let the whole 'domestic goddess" thing go... if she wants to talk about it, I shall let her bring it up.
I rather like breathing.
The moon peeks out from behind a cloud and I look up and smile at it's pale glow before it is obscured again. It is late, and CeCe should be asleep now. It has been quite some time since my Lady and I have been out and together. I think of her, her fire, her passion, her fury... I know it will call to her. If she wishes to join me for a drink, I know my desire for her will sing out to her. She always knows when I am thinking of her.
Feeling cheerful, I stuff my hands in my pockets, and my whistling lends itself to song.
There's a moon over Bourbon Street tonight
I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight
I've no choice but to follow that call
The bright lights, the people, and the moon and all
I pray everyday to be strong
For I know what I do must be wrong
Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there's a moon over Bourbon Street
I smile to myself and head to the Tavern of Hell. Sometimes, I do so enjoy this godforsaken little town.
(Closed)
On Silk Road, late evening.
I walk along, in no particular hurry to be anywhere, whistling to myself. The chaos of the previous week has seemed to pass, for the most part. One thing about the good citizens of Excolo; many of them are damn good at ignoring the unusual and just 'forging ahead', as it were. Iblis is not around that I can tell. Even in my diminished capacity, I can still feel him and Lilith withing my blood and bones. And Lilith...
she returned to the Garden soon after the lightning storm. CeCe was thrilled to see mommy again. Hellfire, I was thrilled to see mommy again. Sans bunny slippers. I decided to let the whole 'domestic goddess" thing go... if she wants to talk about it, I shall let her bring it up.
I rather like breathing.
The moon peeks out from behind a cloud and I look up and smile at it's pale glow before it is obscured again. It is late, and CeCe should be asleep now. It has been quite some time since my Lady and I have been out and together. I think of her, her fire, her passion, her fury... I know it will call to her. If she wishes to join me for a drink, I know my desire for her will sing out to her. She always knows when I am thinking of her.
Feeling cheerful, I stuff my hands in my pockets, and my whistling lends itself to song.
There's a moon over Bourbon Street tonight
I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight
I've no choice but to follow that call
The bright lights, the people, and the moon and all
I pray everyday to be strong
For I know what I do must be wrong
Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there's a moon over Bourbon Street
I smile to myself and head to the Tavern of Hell. Sometimes, I do so enjoy this godforsaken little town.
(Closed)
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}