#Dharvious

[parttime-creative]

My monster

I once met a monster, a true magical beast,

It was horrid and bad, but knew music at least.

Cold eyes of beautiful color, so vivid and sad,

Its songs in the night, drove everyone mad.

My monster of night, death and blood, followed through lands far and wide,

Wherever I went, my monster would go and fight at my side.

Surrounded by (rose) petals and thistley thorn(s),

The monster's enchantment felt most like a home.

The people's fear and attention were always the same,

unable to listen, afraid whenever we came.

It caused my monster to hurt, its feelings betrayed,

Yet i did not care for the anger my monster displayed.

Cause if my monster would bleed, I knew it would live,

Its monstrosity forever proven a myth.

Known as dark, horrid and bad, for however long,

I saw my monster's true colors, shown through its beautiful song.

We once met a demon of cold winter's night,

it made us part ways, in the moon's coldest light.

To this day, I miss the music from my monsters heart,

the leave has taken forever my songs biggest part.

[parttime-creative]

The dancing devils poisoned words

I don't know how this happened. But I suppose in the light of our Pathfinder campaign resuming it's course and my bard character visiting a bardic academy, where a former aquiantance of her studied... I might have had a few thoughts about their time together... ANYWAYS have some a not so small brainfart: WC: 5567 AO3 CW: -Toxic relation ship, minor depiction of violence and fantasy racism

Kira had always been fine with darkness. She never has had a problem seeing, yet she preferred the comfort of a lit campfire. Her eyes followed the dancing shadows the flames painted on the woods surrounding her. They reminded her of home, her brothers dancing around her. Her fingers absentmindedly played with the strings of her fathers violin.

A soft pling echoed through the night and Kira flinched. It sounded wrong. Ever so slightly but unmistakably wrong. Without thinking her fingers plugged on another string and another and another. Her ears twitching at the dissonance. The dancers around her jumped and turned their backs and Kira took her instrument. Its bow flew over the strings, her eyes closed and her hands played a melody her ears had never heard before. It was ever so slightly off key. Cold and haunting and the darkness around her welcomed it. The shadows curtsied and resumed their unearthly dance. Jumping and twisting, turning and flickering, flying and growing, shrinking and closing in.

Speaking.

“What a wonderful melody.”

Kira jerked up, her bow leaving the strings, her eyes wide, her pupils glowing. She never had had a problem to see in the dark.

“Oh my, what unusual eyes.” The shadows whispered and Kira immediately dropped her head, her hair falling into her face. Beneath the curtains she saw the shadows stop, parting, making way for one of their own. The shadow came closer.

“Keep playing, little forest fae.” He asked with a voice of honey and milk. Kira hesitated, the shadows gazing at her expectantly, an audience ready to shoo her away and her bow found it’s strings again. The melody was ice and darkness, falling snow and dancing shadows.

“What talented hands, indeed.” The honeyed voice murmured and her audience resumed. The camps light illuminated dark curls and curling horns, sprinkled stars on a red sea, gleaming rubies for eyes and a tail that danced with its body and hands which pulled the shadows surrounding them into a swirling duet. Leaves rustled and twigs broke in the rhythm of the melody as the shadow danced around the fire. His body flowing with her music in perfect synch and Kira thought of her brother, Makhusu. Dark hair reflecting the fire, dark eyes glistening in the light and the dancer bowed as her bow slowly came to a halt. The shadows applauded.

“Thank you, Thank you.” The demon bowed again and Kira stared at him. “Dharvious, the name. Dharvious the dancing devil. It is a pleasure meeting you my little violin.” The devil grinned at her, sharp teeth hiding beneath hellish skin and Kira just starred.

“Oh my, did the music take your voice? It’s only polite to introduce oneself, darling.” He mused and pranced closer. His feet, the feet of a dancer floating over the ground. Light like the wings of a bird and Kira felt her hands finding her violin again. She watched his feet immediately following her music, twirling around her. She felt a tug on her shoulder. The music pulled her to her feet and Kira followed the hands that guided her. Captured by eyes as dark as her own and a rhythm so in synch with hers, Kira forgot the shadows watching her, her body enthralled by music and dance, unknowingly mirroring the devils poisonous grin as his hands spun her around. She never had had a problem to see in the dark, yet she had never seen such beautiful darkness.

That night Kira learned to love the darkness.

“Kira.” She whispered. ”My name is Kira.”

Dharvious’ smile widened.

“Not quite an angel, not a devil either, and yet devilishly talented. A fae indeed.” He bowed deeply, taking her hand, pressing his warm lips to her knuckles.

“It is an honour to dance with you, Kira.”

~*°*~

Kira had always loved the spring and its meadows. Tall grass playing with her fingers, flowers dancing with the wind. She loved the smell of spring and the warming sun on her face. No bed could compare with a blossoming meadow.  For Kira, spring had always been the time of new beginnings. A chance for a fresh start. A new day, a new season, a new life, a new town.

The marketplace was decorated would countless flowers, festoons made of wild blossoms and bouquets of the most colourful of natures beauties. Peopled danced to the sound of fiddles and flutes. Twirling around each other, laughing and loving. Dharvious watched them with a gleam in his eyes, his tail flicking in the rhythm. He turned his head, a devilish grin playing with his lips.

“May I?”, he purred, offering his hand. Kira felt her face heating up, slowly nodding. His grin widened as she placed her hand in his. They flew to the others, seamlessly joining the twirling masses, following the flow of the music. Kira closed her eyes, letting the melody guide her body, the rhythm leading her feet. She felt Dharvious besides her. Turning her, dancing with her, holding her close until his hand left hers. It got replaced by a new one, a smaller one and she opened her eyes. A young boy smiled up at her, twirling her into a new turn and laughing with the people around her. Kiras eyes searched for Dharvious until they found him just a few meters beside her. He was dancing with a middle-aged woman, whispering sweet nothings into her ear, making her giggle and blush. Her eyes returning to look at the boy. He smiled brightly until their eyes met and his grew wide.

“Your eyes!”, he whispered and Kira could her the shock in his voice. Immediately her hair fell into her face and she made another turn. Fleeing from his look, the emotions in his eyes. When she turned back around, he was gone, replaced with an older gentleman. His eyes surrounded by crow feet and his face covered in laugh lines. He put his hands on her hips and lifted her high up into the air, in perfect synch with all the woman around her. Her feet left the ground and the moment felt like an eternity of soaring through the sky. The wind in her hair, the sun on her skin and meadows below, only the music carrying her.

She snapped back to reality as her feet returned to the ground. The man smiled at her. Kira returned the smile, his eyes widening, her head lowering immediately and they switched partners.

They danced until Kira could no longer hear the music, only feeling it. They danced until Kira felt Dharvious hands slip back into her own. They danced until Dharvious pulled her back on the ground, anchoring her to the earth.

“My darling, I’ve gotten us a place to stay for the night. Come.” He murmured, leading her away from the flying dancers. Kira followed him like a quiet shadow, only turning back to see the young boy, which whom she had danced before, offering his new partner a flower crown. Kira smiled at the sight of the girl beaming at the boy. He lifted her up with ease, twirling his queen through the air, her freely flowing hair painting her wings in the sunset, as Kira entered the shadows of the tavern.

When the night laid it’s blanked over the world, the taverns shadows began to smell like flowers. The room was filled with tables with bouquets and girls with flower crowns, walls with reaves and boys with flower necklaces. Kiras eyes followed the happy people. Their laughs, a music of their own, dancing with the scent of flowers and spring, meadows and the long sleeping sun.

“What’s going through your mind, darling?” Dharvious leaned over to her, sipping on his wine. The drink was as red and dark as his eyes, his skin the colour of poppies and horns made of rubies. Kira studied his face, his freckles looked like daisies in a fiery sea. She lowered her gaze as he took her hand.

Dharvious eyes narrowed in understanding and he took her chin in between his fingers, turning her head up to him. She felt his rings cold on her skin, like metal on glass.

“Talk to me, dear”, he insisted, his voice clearly not going to let it go. He never let go. He was red ivy, winding itself around her. Always there for her.

“The flowers,” she mumbled. “They make them look lovely and … loved. Like royalty…”

“Darling,” he whispered into her ear “You don’t need that. You’re a rose in a field of daises. Tall and dangerous. You won’t ever be made into a crown. You don’t need pretty petals. You have thorns to show your strength. You’re my thorny queen and I…” he pulled back looking directly into her eyes. “I am your thistle prince, my violin. Now let us show them how to properly cast out the winter. Let us show them the way of the fae! What do you think?”

“Darling,” he said, his voice capturing her mind. “Are you jealous of these mere petal princesses?” he asked her and Kira didn’t need to answer. He read her face. She saw it in his fiery eyes, which darkened. She could see her own gleaming pupils reflect in his darkness.

“My, my, Kira. How immature of you.” He tsk-tsked.

“But they make them look pretty” she quietly argued and his grip on her chin tightened, as he slowly pulled her face ever so slightly closer.

Kira didn’t need to answer. Dharvious was already standing on their table, her hands already found her violin, as he build them an audience. Kira closed her eyes, banishing the pictures of daisies and meadows, roses and petals. She now was the cold of the winter, the darkness of the night, the forests fae. And her melody turned the taverns air icy.

Dharvious became a burning fire, the first rays of the sun, the warmth of summer battling her coldness as he flew over tables and chairs, twirling through the room and capturing the audience.

~*°*~

That night Kira learned to embrace her thorns. She was no daisy but a thistle and the audience loved it.

Kira had always loved her birthday. Watching her twin brothers  eyes lighten up, when their mother had placed the handmade reaves on their heads, was the most wonderful sight. Makhusu had always danced in front of their celebratory procession to the villages small temple, where they would get their blessings renewed. He had always placed his hand on top of hers, when they had touched their homes front door, to deliver their blessings for the next year.

But the hand that was now covering hers was not Makhusus. It was red and covered in rings. Dharvious fingers intertwined with her own as he pulled her along. Kira heard him spew profanities over his shoulders, cursing their pursuers in a language that sounded familiar and yet she could not quite understand. She knew however that it was directed against their races, their ancestors, cursing their bloodlines and that they would never change.

Kira did not say another word until he asked her to make a fire. He let his scimitars clank to the ground, while he threw himself onto a moss-covered stone. Kira kneeled down, placing her sword carefully next to his blades, starting a fire and taking inventory of their measly supplies. The didn’t have time nor the money to restock in town. The townsfolk had refused to sell them anything, claiming the did not have what they wanted. Until finally chasing them out of town completely, when they saw Dharvious picking an apple from a tree in the market square.

“Humans” he growled in displeasure as they dove into the forest. “They are all the same. Can’t look beyond their own nose.”

“I am human” Kira said quietly.

“No you’re not. Not like them” he spew and slowed down.

When the fire crackled, Dharvious leaned forward and took his share of their last jerky. Kira gave him hers as well. He ate it without question. He was so skinny, almost sickly. He always looked like this, when they travelled. It made his horns more prominent, as his curls lost some of their volume. His frivolous shirt hung on his body like a wet piece of cloth, dishevelled and dirty from the chase. He plugged at it disgruntled.

“One day we’ll find a place where we can stay. A place where we can be ourselves. Without humans and authorities. Without religion and free from our ancestry, Kira. I promise you I’ll find this place and if I have to build it with my own bare hands!”

He played with his rings.

“It’ll drive anyone crazy, who isn’t like us. Chasing them away, making them insane, just like they did to us!” His eyes, dark voids, were burning with anger and Kira looked away.

His eyes drilled into her, burning holes into her soul and Kira knew he dared her to keep talking. She knew it took all his self-control to let her keep talking. She knew she had to mind what she now said.

“I hate them. I despise them. I loathe them, every last one of them. Them and their cities and their people and their parents and their children and their-“

“I don’t.” Kira said quietly.

“What?”

“I don’t hate them.”

“How could you NOT?!” His voice was filled with utter disbelieve. “After all that they have done to you? To US?!”

“They were scared” she whispered, not looking at him.

“As they should be!”

“Why?”

“Because they deserve it! It isn’t our fault for who we are. But it most definitely is their fault for hating us!”

“I don’t believe they do…”

“I don’t believe they hate us” she repeated “I think they are scared. They are scared of us because they don’t know us. We embody the unknown, the unusual and they don’t know how to deal with the unknown. They don’t know if we are a danger to them or not. They… want to feel save” she hesitated. “… and it’s hard to feel save faced with the unknown.”

Dharvious was quiet for several minutes. Kira didn’t say anything else either. She watched the red of his eyes slowly emerging from the previous angry void. She watched his features relax and she watched him lean back.

“You’re right” he finally said and Kira felt the tension leave her body.

“You’re right” he repeated “They don’t know us.” A devilish grin stretched his face, morphing it into a hellish grimace. “So let us teach them, who they fear.” Kiras heart dropped.

“Here” he suddenly threw a small object at her. Kira somehow caught it.

“Happy womb escape day, or whatever. May the world finally learn how to treat you properly!” He crossed his arms behind his head and winked at her and Kiras heart begun flattering. He had remembered. She looked down at the little present and watched how the campfires light reflected in its metal surface. It was a single earing formed like a sword and she looked up at him. It was worth way more than both of them could possibly afford.

That night Kira regretted ever leaving her home. That night she knew, she would never celebrate a birthday with her family again.

“So you always have a piece of me with you.” He said and nodded towards their swords. “Us against the world, and so on, you know.”

“You stole it.”

He rolled his eyes.

“So what? They wouldn’t have sold it to us anyways.”

“But you stole it!”

“And they chased us out!”

“Yeah, because you stole from them!”

“THEY WOULD HAVE CHASED US AWAY ANYWAYS! Now you at least got a pretty present, so shut up about it already.”

Kira closed her mouth and lowered her eyes. He huffed and sat up.

“Put it on. I want to see how you look.”

Kira did so quietly. The silver burned on her skin, like hot steel leaving the branding of a thief on her soul. But she didn’t take it off, as Dharvious took her face into one hand and smiled his devilishly charming smile. The same smile, that worked on every woman they had met so far. It worked on Kira as well.

“Beautiful. Another thorn for my rose. Just beautiful.” His thumb stroke her cheek and the touch reminded her of her father. His hand as warm as Dharvious. Kira closed her eyes and for a moment she allowed herself, to imagine it was her father, stroking her hair out of her face, kissing her forehead. She imagined the warmth of the campfire was actually the sun on her skin, the nightly breeze was the wind dancing through the grass as she was running through the meadow behind her families farm. But as she opened her eyes, she was back in the woods. Wrapped in her kilt made from the dress she had long grown out of.

~*°*~

Kira had always enjoyed art. She loved music and dance. She loved when her father or the priests had told them stories from long ago. She loved Makhusu expressing himself through the movement of his body. She loved watching Aibahr as he painted their lifes. She loved how Kiyu had turned every repair and craft job on the farm into masterful, pieces of intricate designs. She loved her mothers talent in the kitchen, the pies and cakes she had always baked for the whole village. Kira loved watching the sun dancing in the stained-glass windows of her villages temple.

Kira loved how art transformed the world into a better, more beautiful place, how it took something simple, ordinary and made it extraordinary, special. How art could just take a simple boy from the streets, with red skin and untameable curls and turn him into a man of beauty and words, with ideals and a strong unshakable mind. The boy, who once was cast out and shunned out of his home, was now sitting at a tavern table, laughing and smiling at the women who could not take their eyes off him. His smile reflected in their eyes. His tail twitching in this charming way, that gave him the attitude of a cat, playing with a ball of yarn as he wrapped their minds around his finger. One of the girls reached out to touch his curls, but he caught her hand and planted a soft kiss on her knuckles. Kira knew exactly how his lips felt, as he had done the same countless times with her own hand. She knew, how his eye would linger on you, when he looked up from your hand. She knew how the taverns dim light would reflect in his eyes, igniting them like rubies cast into lava.

Kira saw the effect it had on the girl, she knew how the girl felt in this moment as her face reddened and a nervous giggle escaped her lips. Kira turned away, looking back down at her violin, wiping away the residue of their last performance. The red colour he had used to imitate her blood, as he fought the monster the music had made of her. Some of it was stuck to her violins strings and she felt a sharp pain in her chest. The violin no longer looked the way her father had handed it to her. It was more used. Maybe this was a good thing. It meant more people had enjoyed its magic. More people had been gifted the memory of her father. Kira smiled as the instrument whispered soft notes into her ear, while she cleaned the strings.

The scraping of wood on stone tiles muted her violins soft whispers as Dharvious got up. The girl who had gotten the knuckle kiss hooked her arm into his and his tail wrapped around her waist. Kira watched them disappear to the stairs where she and Dharvious had rented themselves a room and she got up as well. As she passed the counter, the old orc lady behind it, called out for her.

“You know, Darling, I’ve got a spare room tonight. You don’t need to sleep in the hay again” she offered with a warm smile. Her light eyes, like rainclouds on a clear summer day, flicked to the stairs and Kira knew what she meant. Her bed would not be hers tonight.

“It’s alright. We can not afford another room” she returned the bartenders smile, but it did not reach Kiras eyes.

“Oh nonsense! I am not letting you sleep out in the stables. It going to freeze tonight. You take that room!” She practically shoved the key into Kiras hands and placed a big hand on her shoulder. Kira wanted to refuse, she felt bad for taking up more space than what was given to her, but the womans eyes quieted any words, that she would have tried to say. Instead Kira took the key and mumbled a quiet “Thank you…”

The orcs face softened and her warm smile returned.

“You’re welcome, dear.”

The last whispers of a haunting melody fled from the stage when the monster was gone, cast out into the night, roaming the forest on the endless search to devour the souls of unsuspecting wanderers. The magical mist surrounding her slowly faded, light returning to tavern. Seconds felt like hours of deafening silence pressing onto her shoulders, before the first pair of hands shyly applauded. More and more hands slowly joined in, while the devil beside her bowed deeply. Kira exhaled quietly, the tension leaving her body and a soft smile replaced the uncertainty in her face. She too dipped her head lightly, but stayed in the background. Tonight, was Dharvious’ night. Tonight, he had brought the terrors and fears onto this stage.

Kira turned and left for the rooms, as the woman spoke again.

“I am sorry, that he does not see you.”

Kira stopped, the words running down her spine like cold rain.

“Not the way you see him…”

Kira shook her head and stormed up the stairs. She didn’t know what the woman meant. Dharvious always knew when she wasn’t there, his eyes always looked for her. She played with her earring. He always made sure, she was no longer alone, he understood her. Just the way she understood him. When Kira laid in bed that evening, the room around her felt empty, lonely.

Kira would never understand how people enjoyed watching their nightmares become reality. She would never understand how they wanted to leave the peace of their homes and face the terrors of their own mind. But here they were, showering Dharvious with praise and applause, coins and-

Kira saw how Dharvious’ body immediately tensed, as he slowly lifted his head. She saw his posture shrink into himself. He by no means was a strong person. He was delicate and creative, a dancer, a charmer, a survivalist. Kira knew by the way his tail twitched, that he was hastily looking for a way out of this situation. She saw the panic and anger well up inside of him, as his eyes flicked through the room and his muscles flexed. There was no mistaking that the man was looking for him. Kira slowly inched closer to her friend, as the man found the girl, that had left with Dharvious the previous night. Kira didn’t need to listen to what the man said to her, to know why he was looking for Dharvious. She finally reached the small of his back and Dharvious immediately duck behind her. She had grown to be taller than him and he had hidden himself behind her back on more than one occasion. They slowly made their way towards the stairs and Kira knew they would not stay another night in this town.

The tavern door was slammed open and Kira flinched.

Three men, big as mountains, two of them humans, one of them what looked like a half orc, stomped inside. The first human bellowed with dripping fury in his voice over the applause “WHERE IS THIS DEVIL?!”

Then everything happened within seconds. She heard the halforc call out. She heard people making way and tables falling over as the men burst through the audience. She heard the girl shriek something, to calm down the man, who was no other than her fiancé. She heard the bartender shout over the mens voices. She heard the wooden steps creak as Dharvious jumped out of the way, scattering upstairs. But the sound that kept ringing in her head was the sound of pained strings while her violin slithered over the stony floor as the huge man run into her.

She felt her head hit the ground. She felt his feet stumble over her legs. She felt his weight crushing her foot. And she felt the rage that welled up inside of her when her violin cried out again as his friends’ foot unknowingly kicked it farther away from her hands. A deep, inhuman growl build inside her throat as she made it back onto her feet. Her body tensed. She was ready for the next push, as the man stood up as well.

She heard shouting. The halforc got pulled back into the crowd just as the two men and Kira made it back to their feet. She felt another fist hit her cheek, while her own broke a mans nose. She felt her skin under his knuckles burst and a second fist met her rip cage. Her free hand shoot up again only to  be caught by red fingers, that pulled her backwards. Hugging her from behind, securing her arms to her torso. She tried to wind herself out of Dharvious’ grip, but he whispered into her ear.

“Get out of the way!” He spit the words into her face.

“No”, she said simply, her voice surprisingly calm. His face formed an angry grimace.

“I said” he growled “Get out of the way, woman!”

“No” Kira repeated. “And now, would you be so kind to give me back my violin.”

The men stared at her in utter confused, before the third man saw her beloved instrument laying to his feet. He picked it up and grinned disgustingly.

“This one?” His friends laughed and Kira grinded her teeth. She saw his fingers tighten around the neck of her violin, she heard the strings whimpering and she felt her fist make contact with the mans nose. He cried out in pain and her other fist hit his chin so hard he stumbled backwards into the man holding her violin. Both men fell into a table and Kira heard her violin scatter to the ground once again. She lunged forward before feeling the half-orcs knee hit the side of her head. The next thing she felt, was the floor beneath her and his foot in her stomach, when her fingers finally tightened around her violin.

“My Darlings!” He addressed the crowd, “Thank you! You’ve been the most wonderful audience. So… participant.” Dharvious bowed deeply. “We shall now take our leave.” With that he pranced towards the door, the crowd wordlessly clearing a path for him. Kira followed him. Her chest still heaving, her head pulsating. She felt the eyes of the patrons follow her, glued to her, drilling into her.

“Don’t. I hate them too, but they are not worth it. Look at them…” Kiras blurry vision finally cleared and she saw the crowd stare at her. The three men shaking, holding their faces. The halforc still secured by the bartender. She felt their looks burn into her skin. Their wide eyes already haunting her.

“…They are scared” Dharvious continued “Utterly frightened.” His voice was like honey, creeping into her mind, slowing her heartbeat. “They should have paid for the show, you just gave them” Kira heard the soft laugh in his words, as the fury finally left her body and her muscles relaxed. He let go and stepped in front of her. Only now she saw he already wore his backpack.

In the corner of her eye she saw her reflection in the windows. Green fire, starred back at her. Burning with wild fury through the glass in a sea of midnight black hair. Red liquid running down the side of her face, over her cheek, tinting her lips crimson. Kira flinched, her head immediately lowering, but tonight no black curtain could hide her from the looks of the world. No darkness could shield her fire and Kira fled from the town.

In the woods Dharvious kneeled in front of her. His eyes sparkling in the light of the campfire, his hands caressing her face, as he wiped away the blood.

“It’s a shame you know…” he said almost wishfully. “Red suits you so wonderfully, Darling.” He gave her one of his charming smiles.

“But we knew that already, don’t we? After all, you’re with me.” He winked as he rubbed away the last of the dried blood. Kira did not wince at the pain shooting through her skull. She also didn’t wince at the needles perforating her skin in the next town.

~*°*~

Kira had always loved art. It made her ordinary world look extraordinary. Kira did not love the art Dharvious had gifted her. The intricate red lines decorating her cheekbones, running over the bridge of her nose, tinting her lips crimson. Faux scars, false remedies of adventures she had never been on, turning her into something she did not like. But Dharvious loved it.

“Oh my, they bring out your eyes, my little fae. We should debut them tonight. Let’s show the world who you really are.”

The day Dharvious began to sing, was the day Kira no longer loved music. His voice was the most beautiful thing she had ever heard. His word enticing, his song mesmerising.

A hellish prince spewing his devilish poison.

“Come now, my child,

I’ll guide thee away,

to a world of magical dreams.

He had taken the memory of their fist meeting and turned it into his tool. Her violin mourning the melody of that night. The shadows of once returned, following his every bidding. But Kira could not stop playing, as the unearthly dancers spun around them.

Come now, my child,

the time has arrived,

to enter the garden of shadows.”

“Follow, dear child,

I’ll show you the path,

Through all the pain and the sorrow.

The words burned themselves into Kiras mind. Enthralling their audience. Kira watched how their eyes were glued to her violin, following every movement of her hands. Not noticing, not seeing, not watching, just listening, as Dharvious’ words snug into their ears. The devilish grin on his face, mirroring the joy he was having, while his shadows of magical mist engulfed the people of the small town.

Don’t cry now my child,

Life brings the end,

of all beauty and passion.”

“Rest now, my child,

It won’t longer be,

Give me the fear of your life time.

Kira watched in horror as the eyes of their audience became heavy, how they lost their life like shimmer. She kept playing as their minds travelled far, far away. Her heart broke, as she saw men and women, the young and the elderly just sit there. Staring at her, without seeing her, while Dharvious danced around them. His shadows plummeting deep into their pockets. Pulling out coin and jewellery, which they had not wanted to give up at the end of their first performance. 

Sleep now, my child,

Soon we’ll be gone,

Surrounded by peace and the quiet.”

The laugh that escaped his throat rung in Kiras ears and her heart was heavy as the stones he put into their pockets as replacement, for their belongings. Her chest ached.

Music had always been the thing in the world to make light and lifted her spirit far above the world, that so often had not wanted her. Music had been the source of her spirit. It was the spring of her love for the world and for what laid beyond it. It was what guided her heart, and her soul, what called for her. She had always loved how should could touch other peoples soul with her music as well. It had connected her with the world around her, made her feel a part of it. It was thing that she and Dharvious had in connected. The love for rhythm and melodies, the feeling of sound carrying you high above, lifting you beyond the your unwanted feelings, making you a part of this world, and now…

Now Dharvious betrayed the world through her music, and Kira hated every moment of it.

“Come now my child,

I’ll guide you now back,

from a world of magical dreams.

Come now, my child,

The time has arrived,

To leave my garden of shadows…”

Kira had never had a problem to see in the dark, but she had never before seen through it.

That night for the second time in her life, she made the decision to not look back.

At the first light of a new spring day, she took her beloved violin and left her garden of shadows.

She did not say goodbye.

She did not leave a message.

She just left.

Or else, the dancing devils poisonous words might have enthralled her once more...

[parttime-creative]

Diary, characterization, faulkner, dedication, houghton <3

That was quick! But thank youuu

diary: how many pieces have you written that are just for you or will never see the light of day?

Too many. Like literally. I have lost count. There are several stories with an average of 50-150k I've written together with friends, that where just for us. For noone else to see. And several short very self indulgend mary sue scenes and characters that are just for me. Many of which I dont even remember anymore and just happen to stumble accross once in a while and either cringe very hard about or just contemptly smile. I have posted/shared like 10% of my writing... everything else is just for me.

characterization: describe your favorite character(s) you’ve written.

Ohhhhh I gotta keep this short! How dare you! Well obviously my favourite fandom, I've written the most about was "Once upon a time" specifically "SwanQueen" and in that paring i loved writin Regina. I am just a sucker for tragic characters. My favourite version of her is the "indoctrinated spoiled child, realising how wrong her upbringing war and growinger beyond herself to a true but tragic hero" for example her in "The knight and the Dragon"... now that I think about it ... this trope describes many of my favouirte characters xD And do decide between my OCs???? That is cruel. I love Xiadia, the strong, stubborn, selfcentered, ignorant but oh so caring warrior princess. Or Nasmira the tragic devine, cursed by the power of life and creation, unable to die by anything else but her lovers kiss. Or Eve said lover, devine of death and destruction, cursed with an everchanging body unable to express all the love she carries. Or Lilith my first character, abandoned by her people, taken in by the night itself transformed into a monster but finally free. Or well... Kira the shy, kind and insecure but oh so frightening an protective necromancer-bard Aasimar. Or Arae, the half orc low level bard that befriended an oger, talked the BBEG into just not doing what he was planning and daydreaming her way trough adventures. Or Ziri, the druid who just wants to know where her powers come from, finding the god that bestowed them on her, thanking him and helping the people and creatures she meets on the way. Or Anais the booding, sharp tounged vigilante, that just wants to avenge her twin sister while somehow saving the world from an elder god..... I really can't decide I love them all way too much to say which is my favourite. Tho Kira gets the most attention currently... :P (but also Dharvious! I love Dharvious and literally every other GAL-Character. Tiny the winged ork! Or Adresh, Xiadias brother or... NO STOP!)

faulkner: what tropes do you LOVE writing? which ones are your guilty pleasure?

Ohhhhh damn, I am not good with naming tropes. I mean a SUCKER for a good old Enemies to lovers, especially with a shifting or uneven power dynamic (like they are from different social classes or one is employed by the other, or they are live long or fated rivals) AHHHH... but I think... I enjoy reading them more than writing? No! I love reading and writing them equally. The slower it burns the better :D Besides that... I like me a good old cringy Highschool/College AU or in that regard also a teacher/student AU and OH LORD FORBIDDEN LOVE!!! LOVE AGAINST ALL ODDS! .... well I think It is quite obvious I mostly enjoy anything romance related, the more dramatic/tragic the better. Non-Romance related... I have a soft spot for revolutions or overthrowing fate tropes (if that are tropes)

dedication: if you were to publish a book or multiple, who would you dedicate the book(s) to?

That is such an interesting question. I never actually thought about publishing a book. I mean, I fantasized about GAL being an actual published book (which would obviously be dedicated to @dhwty-writes despite them being the Coauthor/Mainauthor) but besides that... I think it would really depend on the story and the people who inspired me to that story!

houghton: what’s something you love that people compliment your pieces on?

Ouuuhhhh uhhhhh.... Honestly.... since I don't share much of my writing I have not recieved many compliments on it besides unintelligible sounds and keysmashed (which honestly are the best kind of compliments! :D) But what I could get from was... my metaphors? I like to think I am good with using metaphors, obvious ones and ones you need to think about for a bit, and always get super giddy and wiggely when someone points out one they really like. So yeah... I'll go with metaphors.

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Bacreia Playlist Masterpost

Well... the title says it all... I am way to invested in this campaign... (not all of them are made by me)