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Reveries
Reveries
Half the size of a regular tome, this small journal seems as full of scraps of paper and notes as it does pages. It is covered in an old fox pelt. The writing within it is flowing and well practiced. There are doodles in the margins of each entry.
Tuesday, 16 January 2018
I sit in the darkness of the tombs, my small candle sending a flickering of lights dancing across the visage of the stone queen and the sleeping form of the man whose warmth I just left. It was thoughts of another man that had woken me, though, the healing of another wound. I found no pain in taking the pastel sunset bracelet from my wrist, nor in weaving the silken strands into the spider web around my throat -no pain, only a lifting of guilt. I'd have loved you forever if you'd let me - but I'd have also never loved the way that I do now. The freedom his words brought me was enough to dispel any knock to my ego.
Quiet breathing lulled me as I wove, my fingers moving over the charms dangling from the threads - each one a past love. For a moment my fingers paused upon the sword-forged ring, the tip of my finger slipping inside the smooth circle - the flicker of flame bouncing off the crystal diamonds. A full span of cycles has now passed since we stood before our friends at the roses and promised each other forever. But love born in the chaos of war could not survive the quiet that comes with peace. There is no pain in it any longer, both of us having moved on to new lives, new loves, a different person to lose ourselves and worries in. And so now the ring lays trapped, dangling in my web with the others.
I look again at my now sleeping lover, and then to the delicate carved ring that rests on my finger. A ring carved of soap. I remember with the other ring I wanted it forged sturdy, wrapping promises around my finger, This ring is the opposite, one I must constantly guard - a ring I can never forget. Sometimes I fear it all a dream, I imagine myself still locked high within Farsight Tower, sleeping away my madness.
It came so suddenly, a drowning that happened so quickly even I did not have time to run from it. And since that first kiss every moment, waking and sleeping, has been spent in the warmth of his presence. We wander the world together, exploring as we wish, sleeping where we find shelter. The world is ours to drink up. A posted grid of challenges gave us a purpose to the wandering when we wished.
First we found a tree to decorate, I took him to an old haunt. I had some notion of taking him to them all - as if she could get to know him that way, and he could get to know her through the places we had loved together. Perhaps somewhere in me I hoped that we would find her there, a crouching form in the darkness dreaming. We did not. We left her a tree trimmed in spider silk and silver rings though - the ice from the waterfall adding to our decorations
The songs came next, a hunting to find those special places in the land where the touch of Kane still lingers. We played hide and seek within the hunt, me leading him to the creators and him taking refuge within the temple sky. Topaz brought us to the mirror-dark Caer and we spent some marcs with the dead minstrel, weaving stories. We chased each other to the top of Altitan, got lost in each other's touch in the depths of Aldwythe and I cried within his arms at the roses.
Viviyana posted @ 21:23 - Link - comments
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