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savagewildnerness · 27 days ago

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Anyone gonna do Lestat’s dance to this one? At one point I even made a rhythm with my foot LOLOLOL

"”Come on," I said suddenly. "Get your violin, and we'll go off somewhere in the woods where the music won't wake up anybody. We'll see if there isn't some goodness in it."

"You're a madman!" he said. But he grabbed the unopened bottle by the neck and headed for the door immediately.

I was right behind him.

When he came out of his house with the violin, he said:

"Let's go to the witches' place! Look, it's a half moon. Plenty of light. We'll do the devil's dance and play for the spirits of the witches."

I laughed. I had to be drunk to go along with that. "We'll reconsecrate the spot," I insisted, "with good and pure music."

It had been years and years since I'd walked in the witches' place.

The moon was bright enough, as he'd said, to see the charred stakes in their grim circle and the ground in which nothing ever grew even one hundred years after the burnings. The new saplings of the forest kept their distance. And so the wind struck the clearing, and above, clinging to the rocky slope, the village hovered in darkness.

A faint chill passed over me, but it was the mere shadow of the anguish I'd felt as a child when I'd heard those awful words "roasted alive," when I had imagined the suffering.

Nicki's white lace shoes shone in the pale light, and he struck up a gypsy song at once and danced round in a circle as he played it.

I sat on a broad burned stump of tree and drank from the bottle. And the heartbreaking feeling came as it always did with the music. What sin was there, I thought, except to live out my life in this awful place? And pretty soon I was silently and unobtrusively crying.

Though it seemed the music had never stopped, Nicki was comforting me. We sat side by side and he told me that the world was full of inequities and that we were prisoners, he and I, of this awful corner of France, and someday we would break out of it.

And I thought of my mother in the castle high up the mountain, and the sadness numbed me until I couldn't bear it, and Nicki started playing again, telling me to dance and to forget everything.

Yes, that's what it could make you do, I wanted to say. Is that sin? How can it be evil? I went after him as he danced in a circle. The notes seemed to be flying up and out of the violin as if they were made of gold. I could almost see them flashing. I danced round and round him now and he sawed away into a deeper and more frenzied music. I spread the wings of the fur lined cape and threw back my head to look at the moon. The music rose all around me like smoke, and the witches' place was no more. There was only the sky above arching down to the mountains.

We were closer for all this in the days that followed.”

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lunelised · 2 months ago

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People come and go,

People c@m and go.

But he always stays.

It is not a girl I am gonna spend this night with.

In his eyes I can read his dirty mind

His intentions are written in the stars of his lame tattoos

He pours gasoline onto my madness,

Daring devil,

burlesque make up on his pale face,

latex cherry dress on the floor,

It is not a girl I am gonna spend my night with.

We could share the stars,

instead we share mutual lust,

A fire quenched in fumes of solitude,

We gave in to something nobody speaks about.

Our norm is somebodies truth or dare.

Only with him I realised that my hell is the default,

In his company my pain becomes a joke,

Or maybe we are just too drunk to tell the pain apart from pleasure.

Or maybe we are filled with each other’s toxins,

And call it affection to justify our whim.

I watch him dancing to the music he hates,

The way he gets the lyrics wrong,

Cherry toxic boy occupied my coach,

A freaky smile with a bittersweet undertone,

The nonsense he sings makes me laugh,

I could burn just for him,

I actually do.

I love how weird at all becomes the morning after.

Thick waves of our synchronicity

Thick waves of our compliance

He was born to lose,

I was raised to obey.

I resist his beauty, it’s easy to do,

But I cannot resist his vibes.

I use him to waste my time.

I am drowning in the pinot noir of his eyes,

Down my throat he pours the sense of freedom,

I am loosing my image to face the beast inside.

Oh -la-la, and the music is not loud enough.

The night is syrup thick,

the night is velvet like his gloves,

He won’t take them off,

he will paint the night with dirt,

The eye of the needle is blind,

we have no control,

The red room is spinning round and round,

The vertigo sets me free

A fever we didnt ask for.

I could burn just for him,

Well, I am actually do.

Harder, faster, happy never after

Harder , faster, happy never after.

It is not a girl I am gonna fly to space to shoot the moon,

It is not an angel I am gonna light this night on fire,

It is not a darling I am going to give myself in to.

It is the worst ever party

It is the hopeless encounter,

A truth or dare manifestation of my fever alcoholic dream

And I turn the music louder,

While my common sense seems to have lost its voice.

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siremasterlawrence · 1 year ago

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Moonlight On The High Seas

Leon Wild is a pirate on the high seas of the Atlantic Ocean well known for his bloody ire, harsh attitude and corruption consuming the world in dramatic fashion of horrific odds scenes.

He stood proud on his pirate ship using his binocular telescope reaching for it in his coat pocket he yanks it out elongating it to full form and places it on his eyes as he stares ahead on him.

Staring in to the see he can see the moon in all its glory the moonlight dances across the dark blue sea delicately free flowing for all to see and he is mesmerized unable to look away.

He is immobile at this point frozen I place his eyes growing a bit dim getting narrow he is starting to peer down seeing something very strange in the sea a wave of hand from in the ocean.

He is lost at the sight of a started looking boi well odd to him flowing in extremely high and fast speeds under the ocean as he flips upward and leaps in to the air then landing in to the ocean.

He dips down descending just a bit with his fin in the air it swings back and forth right in front of his eyes Captain Wild is in a deep like state catching his eyes their is magical glow to it.

The Captain’s eyes are now glued to the sea creature he walks forward ignoring the call of his crew closer and closer to get edge of the boat the sea man smiles so brightly at him.

He calls him using his hand to urge him to the edge of the boat he walks forward ever so closer to him and he falls absolutely in a state of love and pleasure to fully consume him.

The water suddenly rises up from the ocean in to the sky it floats in an encircling pattern on and around him changing into a colorful multiracial of arrays of covers to wave him on.

“Captain! Captain NO!” The crew screams as they race to his side trying to hold him back.

“I have to walk to him, I must be with him.” He begins to murmur a bit to himself but it only grows louder.

The crew is frighten for his life arranging on all four sides of him as they try to push him propelling him back.

Captain launches them back continuing to move to the only person that matters to him his true leader.

“Captain resist”

“Please wait for me”

“WAIT”

“Yes! I am on my way “

“Here I go”

He strips off his clothes bathing in the white light of the moon taking a plunge into the ocean and the mermaid takes his hand as they swim away.

“Yes, enter in to the void be like your ex Captain.”

The end

Debauchery Of The Night

It is a cool crips winter night in the darkness

with the air swirling as people enter the Lord of the manors Prince Leon sitting on a table awaiting the change that is happening all over the world.

He has no idea I am the young man who is bringing the massive mammoth of a wave that has brought down all of the last of the royal families and their connections in our existence.

The great hall soon fills up to the brim of the wall covering the area radius wall to wall in a great fan fair of excitement to meet the Prince himself enters with a power radiating from him.

He hops onto the chair sliding onto the main table in the great hall he starts to do a slow sweet dance so sexy he feels himself grow more confident with himself he lifts his pale hands in the air.

He pumps his fist in the air signaling for the event to commence as the trumpets sound loudly blaring through the window the whole entirety of the country shouts uniting in his and their downfall.

A few miserable hours earlier people were at work trudging around doing their daily jobs and activities exhausted from the grind of simplicity and complexes of what we truly experiment.

Barrels of lights hit including the spotlight

from the sky roof shining down on him as he is now given an aura of golden glow making him look all saintly because he is indeed a devil.

He hops off the dinner table dancing across the room as the spotlight hits him yet again as he attracts people to swoon through the hall the music addictive quickly swooping them up.

A young man takes the stage of the great room in the state picking up a microphone he begins to speak informing the crowd to keep dancing and to listen without a care of the world.

“Hey Prince Andrew! Great Party! You forgot one thing.”

“I would love to give you a gift”

“Would you like it?”

“Bring it on! Bring it on”

“Everyone silence! In three…two…one”

“Drop that shit down”

“Hell yeah!”

“That is glorious”

“Magical! What a beautiful sensation”

“By the way this is for one night only”

“The moon is being roped to you “

“The cracks, the lines all a sight to behold”

“Worthy of a king”

“Indeed”

“Sure you concur”

“What are you thinking?”

“I….i….why can’t I…..hahaha”

“Because you miserable oaf! I you met the orb of doom”

“Enjoy your final thoughts”

“The fog is eclipsing it all”

“Infact all you can do it be him”

“The dumb party animal”

“Everyones favorite Prince”

“A joke”

“This my kingdom now”

The end

#luke macfarlane #pirates #moon #male siren #voice #mind control #reprogramming #eye of beholder #andrew w walker #the Prince #hypnotic love #black and white ball

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electrospherevaults · 8 months ago

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The Ocean Waves of our Home

[Read on AO3] [Find other stories from the 2024 Friday Writing Challenge here] [Inspired from this fan artwork made by @themaarika]

“Oh hey, you finally showed up!”

“What, you expected me to not turn up to our date?”

Lilith made her chuckle. Her chuckle in turn lit up her face. A face as gentle as hers is hard to come by at the best of times, and now they had an entire night to spend leisurely together. Alina motioned with her hand towards her side, scooting over for Lilith to come and join her on the pier. It had been a brisk walk up to the seafront. The meteor shower ended three days ago, and their leave was ending in a couple hours.

The front had supposedly gone cold but, with negotiations stalling again, the fight this revolution waged to try and keep this planet alive would resume. It felt familiar somehow, reminiscent of those same retreads the news put on each time the conflict in this ocean world was brought up. She had observed the notions and the motions and the whole morose charade for the past couple years before she decided to enlist. Now she was instead a measly three months into her first tenure as the revolutionary army decreed. She got to participate in this dance herself, and dance with devils and horrors she did aplenty.

Lilith was equally fresh like her. Young too. They had been together since she touched the soil of her world, assigned to her unit from the moment she arrived. She never had met another Vinetan in her life before she departed from home. Now, the same Vinetan girl sighed wistfully over the ocean. Her eyes wandered from the skies to the sea, both of their feets left to dangle in the air and sea mist to tangle with their hair. Azure seas turned a deep purple as the blue hours of the late evening gave way to the night. The city lights had yet to come on.

It would be one of those long dark nights she hazarded.

Alina rested her head against Lilith’s shoulder, a mug of tea in her hand. “You ever wonder what’s across that ocean?”

“Home.”

She pulled her head, turning it to look her lover in her eyes. Lilith smiled now, the same way she did when she was lost in thought. The ocean shimmered below. It was close to spring, and the fish and their scaly bodies reflected the moonlight back through the waves. And as those waves lent a pale teal colour on the underside of Lilith’s face, Alina could not help but stare at it intently. The small nose, the thicker eyebrows, the way her eyesockets caved into her skin to give her the most wonderful crow’s feet she had noticed on another woman. She loved to see those brown eyes stare at her, but she especially loved seeing them look at nothing. The way they focused and unfocused, the way the irises enlarged when Lilith got excited, the way her pupils raced like a wild horse stuck in an exhibition barn when she stumbled upon intimacy. On those times, her lips would stammer words intermixed with the nation’s and her own language. A kiss tasted sweeter when Lilith would mix her languages together like that.

Those lips remained sealed with a longing smile. She liked to appear stoic and in control. It was as much an act as much as it was a shield, and Alina could see why. But longing has a way to feed the melancholic dream of the past. Alina thought of her own home back on her own planet, a planet tucked underneath the safety of a giant one with an ever-vigilant red eye. A red eye that watched over them diligently, same as the Great Revolutionary in some ways she hazarded. Perhaps overbearingly.

Yet all Vineta had was a pale white moon, whose pale light was reflected by its serene seas, and these seas gave way to a being that could see its home in the distance but could never feasibly return.

“Want to talk about it?”

“Nah. I don’t need to.”

She bumped her fist against her shoulder, and Lilith only responded with a comedic ouch and a chuckle. “Besides,” Lilith continued, reaching inside her pocket, “I brought us something special.”

She pulled out a packet from within. A black box, beautifully ornate with white and blue lines that followed the wingspan of a magpie. The brand name was called “Blessing”, and its titular magpie carried two incense sticks on her talon.

“Incense sticks?”

“Inhalable incense sticks! Elise showed me; they’re all the rage in Rotfront apparently.”

Alina looked at Lilith, half unconvinced. “Are they now?”

Lilith nodded enthusiastically. “So what you do—” she said as she hastily opened the box, tearing the plastic wrapper away and freeing the engraving of the magpie before she split it open by opening the tin case in half— “is you put the bottom part, the one with the soft, thick ending, on your lips. It has a small hole in it, for the vapours and stuff, y’see? And then once you’ve done so, you inhale, let it all swim in your mouth, and then exhale.”

“Sounds like a sure-fire way to breathe in toxic chemicals, love.”

“Plus it tastes real nice at the end.”

“You taste real nice.”

“And I’ll taste even nicer! Now, watch!”

She followed in the example that she set, placing the stick gently on her lips before grasping it with her teeth. She had to keep her balance; she did not want to come off looking like a fool by dropping the stick into the water below. Or herself for that matter, but she found that improbable; Alina would hold her, would she not? She then asked her for a match to light it up. Alina just so happened to have a matchbox on her, and she lent her one. She scratched it alit and brought it close to the inflammable stick. It glowed red, and the thin aromatic trail started to dance in the sky.

And then, with a satisfied smile, Lilith inhaled.

The stick glowed brighter, the tail assuming a bright blue colour, its embers sparking in the dark and flying onto the seas like fireflies over the meadows of a cool summer night.

Shortly thereafter, Lilith coughed her lungs out.

She pulled the stick out of her mouth, and Alina laughed heartily as she held Lilith in place.

“So was your big surprise a way to look so pathetic I would have no choice but to hold you tight? Because… you could have just asked that from the beginning, you know?”

“Shut up,” Lilith said pathetically, coughing the vapours out of her lungs, throat still dry. She still held the stick on her fingers, and she tried to take a second drag.

“Lilith, if you inhale that thing again, I’m throwing you overboard.”

Lilith looked at Alina, incense tantalizingly close to her lips again. A finger flick later, the incense stick was part of the ocean, floating away with the waves that drifted away from the shore and concrete of the port. Alina patted her girlfriend on the back and offered her a sip from her mug. Lilith, throat coarse and irritated and still half-coughing away, accepted the gift.

"So what are you planning to do once this is all over? Besides smoking some more incense, that is," Alina finished with a smirk as Lilith handed back her mug.

"Nothing."

Lilith hesitated this time. Alina frowned mockingly. "Nothing?"

"I mean, I could go home, but I’m already home." The Vinetan girl stared back out, towards the deep azure oceans. “As close to it as I can be.”

“Right.”

“You sound unconvinced.”

“You sound unconvinced yourself, Lilith!” She pulled her hand over to Lilith’s own hand, holding it gently, holding it tenderly. She offered another sip to her lover, and then she drank in her wake as well. The night was cool. The tea, somehow, still warm enough to soothe. She tugged against her shoulder closer. “Ever thought about Rotfront?”

“My stomach doesn’t exactly agree with space travel, I’m afraid.”

“We could make it a one-way trip, if you’d like.”

“True, but…” Her tongue trailed off back onto the seas.

Alina followed her eyes to the vanishing point. “Got anyone back home?”

“Just dad. No idea if he’s still alive. He’s not reached out in months, nor to me nor to mom. Mom’s safe at least; she’s left with my aunt and her kids for Rotfront, amusingly enough.”

“Oh.” She rubbed her thumb against her lover’s index and middle fingers. “Bad blood?”

“Not at all! I wouldn’t be fighting if it didn’t mean I could bring them back home here and take another swim in the ocean. To wake up by the seaside and smell the fresh salt of the earth and the sea. To see the skies reflected perfectly on the waters below.” She turned back to Alina, eyes wider than she had ever seen them before. “You’ve seen how Vineta can be too these past couple days, right? Why would you part with such beauty?”

She turned back again towards the endless sea, and the glowing flashing-but-faint lights in the distance. “How could anyone ravage such beauty?”

The Great Revolutionary once called this war a necessity. The monstrosity that the Empire had become stifled everyone underneath it. War was inevitable. Vineta becoming a battlefield was inevitable. And though the war was long from over, Alina clung to the hope that maybe the planet’s destruction would be not, that the sacrifices she was accepting would be enough. They had only gone swimming once, along with the rest of their unit, and the pale sand dug into her feet, grasping her tightly with a sense of belonging. Rotfront, for as much beauty as the snow covered mountains offered, could not compare.

Rotfront, however, was safe. This world was not. Its seas were rising, its grounds were caving, and barbed wire and minefields followed scorched lands and mangled bodies.

She did not want her love to die on a place like this. By the Great Revolutionary, she would not allow her to die when her home was like this.

She moved her hand from her fingers to her chin. Her fingers were icy cold; they tinged Lilith’s face, but she did not jump away. She turned to face her, locking eyes with each other, hazel and red glowing over teal lights that ebbed serenely across their faces. The hand fell down again.

“Well, how’s that for a promise? Once this damn war is won, you have to take me across this ocean. I want to listen to the ocean waves of your home, Lilith.” She pulled her closer. “Of our home, if you will.”

Alina smiled. She leaned in, aiming for Lilith’s lips. She kissed those lips gently, eyes closed and arm now holding onto every finger Lilith had on her tightly and assuredly. She parted her lips longingly, and she smiled wide for the love she longed to be eternal. And as Lilith smiled back to her, Alina laughed gently. “Well I’ll be damned, you were right!” Alina added. “It does taste nicer!”

#my writing #signalis #lilith itou #alina seo #signalis fanfic #writers on tumblr #writeblr #queer writers

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