swallowed up in the sound of my screaming
cannot cease for the fear of silent nights
oh, how i long for the deep sleep dreaming
the goddess of imaginary light
cannot cease for the fear of silent nights
oh, how i long for the deep sleep dreaming
the goddess of imaginary light
It starts with a flinch. A subtle slip against her mind, a wayward thought about it being too hot. The wayward thought had the female concerned, looking around, side stepping further from the windows as if the touch of the sunlight had reached her despite the blackening curtains drawn tight. She doesn't think on it again until a few hours later. This second whisper is like a touch that prods at her mind, a subtle image that flashes across her subconscious. This time, however, it's the slightest image of a bird in flight - like a still pulled from a book and printed off for her eyes alone. Why was she thinking about birds at all. Was she thirsty enough that even a bird sounded love? No, it couldn't be that, she kept her own thirst quenched with the chilled blood kept on hand in the manor, usually indulging herself on a glass or two a night. With the thought of a toffee-hued little lamb showing up at her doorstep at any moment, Valan had no desire to be caught with her eyes even a shade darker than the rose hued color she kept.
There's silence again for a long while, hours passing to which the mare began to think the odd thoughts were just two one of chances of her mind wandering. The day began to stretch late, and as the vampire found a place to settle herself down with a book, humming under her breath with each turn of the page, reading a soft romance tail between a maiden and a pirate. How rakish the pirate seemed to be, daring enough to sweet the maiden off her hooves, showing no fear as he battled for her heart. Why couldn't Valan be that sort of brave, to tackle love like it was a quest, not a battlefield littered with mines? Why did she shy away from memories and thoughts of her precious, but limited time with Thomasin, rather than strike up the decision to visit on her own?
How long do you wait after getting the girl's number, before you dial-up? What passage of time marked the differences between 'obsessively-desperate, 'just right', and 'play-girl-taking-too-long?' Particularly as she just wanted to sink into the familiar warmth and softness she felt around the soft mare, with a garden growing in her chest. To lose herself in the sterling eyes that promised her she wasn't a monster, wasn't meant to be run away from. Avoided at the very least, hunted down at the very most. Why with Thomasin did she feel safe, and like just another mare, rather than a vampire so old she has forgotten when she was born? It wasn't love, Valan was certain of that. Why would the little lamb be in love with her, why would she fall for the little lamb? The lamb and the lion made obscure friends, they didn't warm each other's beds.
A flash of an inquisitive emotion and the sleepy stirring of a petal against her cheek had the mare's head snapping up, eyes wide. All thoughts of her little lamb gone from her mind as she turned slowly to see the roses climbing to her bodice had shifted slightly, twirling through her mane when she hadn't noticed, and one was now cuddling and snuggling against the flesh of her face. Valan jump to her hooves, and instantly she was ignoring the setting sun that still poked and prodded and heated her skin. The licking of pain, the feeling of the burning was largely ignored as she ran to his rose bush, the one that had been carefully nurtured from the smallest cutting of her mother's rose gardens so long ago. She dove beneath the willow that helped to keep her safe from the sun would visit him so long ago, "Rosario!" The plant had previously been rather wilted, not dead but hibernating every time she had visited. Buds had been tightly closed, and the leaves rolled up, closed up. Now those same leaves were stretching for the sunlight, those buds beginning to unravel.
A sleepy sense of contentment drifted through the bond-link with the planet as the rose spirit that had attached itself to the mare basked in her familiarity. Instantly small vines and roses curled up around her legs, the flowers blooming as soon as they touched her body. The petals fluttered against her as if gifting her with hundreds of butterfly kisses, of hugs meant for just her alone. Additional vines seemed to weave in with the ones that she normally carried around with her, and slowly the flower that had been nuzzling her cheek returned to her shoulder, a little more aware of everything as the time came along. I need to tell Thomasin! The thought startled her. Sure, she had promised to introduce them when Rosario rose out of hibernation . . . but the rose was only just beginning to wake.
Regardless the mare allowed the handful of wayward vines to intermingle, splitting themselves from the host plant to join with the 'main vine' of the hive that was always clinging to her shoulder. She smiled brightly, a fangy touch of delight, before stepping out of the willow. She hissed, as the sun burnt the already tender, and heated flesh, before making a wild dash inside. Okay, so maybe not visit Thomasin just yet. Instead, the dainty mare checked her back and sides, her face, relieved only to see some strong red patches, but no seriously detrimental burns. But . . . Thomasin . . . Valan turned towards the entrance hall, the closet off to the corner, and grabbed a thick, heavy black cloak.
It was never really needed, her own body not minding the cold no matter how chilly it was, how much snow or wind was blowing. But . . . She dawned the thick cloak anyways, drawing it over her face, and wincing before having to jerk it hard over her head so her horns penetrated the top and would help anchor it low over her face so she was less likely to be caught out in the setting sunlight. Grinning, the mare nuzzled the drowsy plant who filled her mind with confusion, before merely holding onto her tighter, vines clinging to her forelimb, tangling into her mane. She didn't pause, she didn't hesitate, she took off at an exciting run to Denocte, to reach the mountains, to aim for a cottage at the base of them on the other side.
The trek up the mountain was easy, her hooves silent, but sure, as the mare climbed with one destination in mind. It also wasn't her first time crossing the mountains, as she'd visited Denocte many times before, one such time had been when she'd met the coffee-dyed mare she was now on a mission to visit. And so crossing the mountain was no issue, the true struggle came with finding the hut mentioned to her at the base, as there was still a lot of ground to cover. And so the vampire allowed a different sense to aid, ignoring the desire to search with her eyes and instead of breathing in the scents to search for Thomasin's trail. The scent of candles, herbs, and baked goods was easy to identify, further proven to be her little lamb's by the aromatic scent that she associated with Thomasin and her chest of foliage.
Valan's eyes brightened before she started off in that direction, "Hold on Rosario, and we'll be there soon. Thomasin will love you." She stated to the plant that was growing more awake as time passed. Spotting the snow-laden hut was easy, the scent of baked goods proving it was the right home, and then Valan paused, hesitating. Should she have sent a note ahead? What if it wasn't a good time? What of Thomasin had company? W-what if she had romantic company? Maybe she shouldn't have come. Maybe she should go home. Maybe she sho- A glimpse of that toffee-tinted pelt was all she needed, Valan's limbs carrying her forward even before she could encourage herself. A sailor enchanted by the lament of the siren, and Valan would willingly throw herself at her siren's mercy and pray that Thomasin be gentle with her. Valan knocked at the door, even as she drew her hood back, so her features would be visible, wild curls half-tucked into the cloak, pooling around her aristocratic features. She waited with bated breath for that door to open, knowing if her heart could move, it would be pounding against her chest right now.
It was just nerves, she was just worried Thomasin wouldn't like Rosario, that was all. Nothing else, not at all. Yet, Valan couldn't keep the soft smile off her face when that door was opened, her rose gaze softening, even as she kept her fangs hidden to not upset her little lamb, "Thomasin" It was less of a greeting, and more of a prayer of salvation dropping from her lips. The subtle shift of the main rose, perking its petals up past the hood, pulling down on the cloak fabric with a vine reminded her why she was here, those thoughts having fled so quickly when in front of her obsession, "I promised to introduce you to Rosario when he awoke from hibernation . . . Is this a good time?"
@Thomasin
There's silence again for a long while, hours passing to which the mare began to think the odd thoughts were just two one of chances of her mind wandering. The day began to stretch late, and as the vampire found a place to settle herself down with a book, humming under her breath with each turn of the page, reading a soft romance tail between a maiden and a pirate. How rakish the pirate seemed to be, daring enough to sweet the maiden off her hooves, showing no fear as he battled for her heart. Why couldn't Valan be that sort of brave, to tackle love like it was a quest, not a battlefield littered with mines? Why did she shy away from memories and thoughts of her precious, but limited time with Thomasin, rather than strike up the decision to visit on her own?
How long do you wait after getting the girl's number, before you dial-up? What passage of time marked the differences between 'obsessively-desperate, 'just right', and 'play-girl-taking-too-long?' Particularly as she just wanted to sink into the familiar warmth and softness she felt around the soft mare, with a garden growing in her chest. To lose herself in the sterling eyes that promised her she wasn't a monster, wasn't meant to be run away from. Avoided at the very least, hunted down at the very most. Why with Thomasin did she feel safe, and like just another mare, rather than a vampire so old she has forgotten when she was born? It wasn't love, Valan was certain of that. Why would the little lamb be in love with her, why would she fall for the little lamb? The lamb and the lion made obscure friends, they didn't warm each other's beds.
A flash of an inquisitive emotion and the sleepy stirring of a petal against her cheek had the mare's head snapping up, eyes wide. All thoughts of her little lamb gone from her mind as she turned slowly to see the roses climbing to her bodice had shifted slightly, twirling through her mane when she hadn't noticed, and one was now cuddling and snuggling against the flesh of her face. Valan jump to her hooves, and instantly she was ignoring the setting sun that still poked and prodded and heated her skin. The licking of pain, the feeling of the burning was largely ignored as she ran to his rose bush, the one that had been carefully nurtured from the smallest cutting of her mother's rose gardens so long ago. She dove beneath the willow that helped to keep her safe from the sun would visit him so long ago, "Rosario!" The plant had previously been rather wilted, not dead but hibernating every time she had visited. Buds had been tightly closed, and the leaves rolled up, closed up. Now those same leaves were stretching for the sunlight, those buds beginning to unravel.
A sleepy sense of contentment drifted through the bond-link with the planet as the rose spirit that had attached itself to the mare basked in her familiarity. Instantly small vines and roses curled up around her legs, the flowers blooming as soon as they touched her body. The petals fluttered against her as if gifting her with hundreds of butterfly kisses, of hugs meant for just her alone. Additional vines seemed to weave in with the ones that she normally carried around with her, and slowly the flower that had been nuzzling her cheek returned to her shoulder, a little more aware of everything as the time came along. I need to tell Thomasin! The thought startled her. Sure, she had promised to introduce them when Rosario rose out of hibernation . . . but the rose was only just beginning to wake.
Regardless the mare allowed the handful of wayward vines to intermingle, splitting themselves from the host plant to join with the 'main vine' of the hive that was always clinging to her shoulder. She smiled brightly, a fangy touch of delight, before stepping out of the willow. She hissed, as the sun burnt the already tender, and heated flesh, before making a wild dash inside. Okay, so maybe not visit Thomasin just yet. Instead, the dainty mare checked her back and sides, her face, relieved only to see some strong red patches, but no seriously detrimental burns. But . . . Thomasin . . . Valan turned towards the entrance hall, the closet off to the corner, and grabbed a thick, heavy black cloak.
It was never really needed, her own body not minding the cold no matter how chilly it was, how much snow or wind was blowing. But . . . She dawned the thick cloak anyways, drawing it over her face, and wincing before having to jerk it hard over her head so her horns penetrated the top and would help anchor it low over her face so she was less likely to be caught out in the setting sunlight. Grinning, the mare nuzzled the drowsy plant who filled her mind with confusion, before merely holding onto her tighter, vines clinging to her forelimb, tangling into her mane. She didn't pause, she didn't hesitate, she took off at an exciting run to Denocte, to reach the mountains, to aim for a cottage at the base of them on the other side.
The trek up the mountain was easy, her hooves silent, but sure, as the mare climbed with one destination in mind. It also wasn't her first time crossing the mountains, as she'd visited Denocte many times before, one such time had been when she'd met the coffee-dyed mare she was now on a mission to visit. And so crossing the mountain was no issue, the true struggle came with finding the hut mentioned to her at the base, as there was still a lot of ground to cover. And so the vampire allowed a different sense to aid, ignoring the desire to search with her eyes and instead of breathing in the scents to search for Thomasin's trail. The scent of candles, herbs, and baked goods was easy to identify, further proven to be her little lamb's by the aromatic scent that she associated with Thomasin and her chest of foliage.
Valan's eyes brightened before she started off in that direction, "Hold on Rosario, and we'll be there soon. Thomasin will love you." She stated to the plant that was growing more awake as time passed. Spotting the snow-laden hut was easy, the scent of baked goods proving it was the right home, and then Valan paused, hesitating. Should she have sent a note ahead? What if it wasn't a good time? What of Thomasin had company? W-what if she had romantic company? Maybe she shouldn't have come. Maybe she should go home. Maybe she sho- A glimpse of that toffee-tinted pelt was all she needed, Valan's limbs carrying her forward even before she could encourage herself. A sailor enchanted by the lament of the siren, and Valan would willingly throw herself at her siren's mercy and pray that Thomasin be gentle with her. Valan knocked at the door, even as she drew her hood back, so her features would be visible, wild curls half-tucked into the cloak, pooling around her aristocratic features. She waited with bated breath for that door to open, knowing if her heart could move, it would be pounding against her chest right now.
It was just nerves, she was just worried Thomasin wouldn't like Rosario, that was all. Nothing else, not at all. Yet, Valan couldn't keep the soft smile off her face when that door was opened, her rose gaze softening, even as she kept her fangs hidden to not upset her little lamb, "Thomasin" It was less of a greeting, and more of a prayer of salvation dropping from her lips. The subtle shift of the main rose, perking its petals up past the hood, pulling down on the cloak fabric with a vine reminded her why she was here, those thoughts having fled so quickly when in front of her obsession, "I promised to introduce you to Rosario when he awoke from hibernation . . . Is this a good time?"
@Thomasin
in my field of paper flowers
and candy clouds of lullaby
i lie inside myself for hours
and watch my purple sky fly over me
and candy clouds of lullaby
i lie inside myself for hours
and watch my purple sky fly over me
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