#am lindenbaum

[olliexwrites]

Find The Word!

yoinked this from @dyrewrites (hope you don't mind!)

Rules: Find the words in your WiP, share a line or excerpt.

My words were Fall, Leap, Bright, Blur

I am tagging @bluberimufim, @thescarleteyes, and @cherrybombfangirlwrites, and an OPEN TAG to anyone that wants to do it!!

Your words are: White, Storm, Love, Desk

Using excerpts from A Grove Of Silver Leaves bc DUH

Fall —

Lindenbaum motioned for Lector to place her down on the ground. Once she had positioned herself on her knees, she wrapped her arms around Xin Lan, allowing the struggling youth to bury his face in her shoulder. She didn’t move a muscle, not even when he started crying, muffled sobs falling past his lips. She just stayed there, allowing him to let out the emotions he was feeling. “We have to take him with us.” Lector’s statement was unyielding; he had made up his mind regardless of what anyone else said or did. And he was right.

Leap — (I used a synonym, Jump)

He followed her into the cottage, which was rather unlike him, and shut the door behind him, locking it from the inside in an attempt to reassure the girl. He smiled as he moved to press a button on the side of the hearth, causing a roaring purple flame to jump to life. Despite the fact that it was artificial, it created a comforting warmth nevertheless. She softly sighed as she hung her ivory cloak on one of the hooks on the gray brick wall before moving to sit beside the other on the sofa.

Bright —

“Ah, that. Well, I was examining your blood to make sure everything was alright, but then you started bleeding a lot. It’s almost as if you had excess blood that didn’t quite make its way out normally. I’m just trying to make sure that you don’t die from blood loss.”  His words were serious, but his tone was bright, almost as if he was telling a good joke. This juxtaposition made Lindenbaum feel uneasy, and the arm that wasn’t currently occupied flew to her head. She pressed her hand against her forehead at her growing headache, softly groaning.

Blur — (Synonym used, Haze)

“...ey. Hey.” A tap upon her shoulder stirred Lindenbaum from her haze. She blinked a couple of times and looked over to find that Wistaria was looming over her. Having such a close-up view of the Crimson Witch was such a jarring change of scenery from Seraphina dancing that it took her a few long seconds to adjust to what she was seeing, “You okay?” Wistaria’s tone was lower yet softer than normal. They appeared concerned for her wellbeing, dark brows knit into worried lines. It wasn’t typical of them to wear anything other than a scowl of contempt, so this was such a surprise to see.

[nadiegesabate1990]

He is greatly influenced by other composers, such as Franz Schubert, For example.

Andante Ave Maria Der Lindenbaum (The Linden Tree) Die Forelle (The Trout) Five Piano Pieces No.5 Gloria from Mass in Gmaj Gretchen am Spinnrade (transcribed for piano by Franz Liszt) Heidenroslein Impromptus - Ab (Op.90 No.4) Impromptus - E (Op.90 No.2) Impromptus - Eb (Op.90 No.2) Impromptus - Gb (Op.90 No.3) Marche Millitaire in D Piano Sonata in D (Op.53) - 1st. Movement Piano Sonata in D (Op.53) - 3rd. Movement Piano Sonata in D (Op.53) - 4th. Movement Polonaise Serenade Ständchen Symphony No.5 in Bb, (D485) - 1st Movement Theme and Variations on Trockne Blumen for flute & piano Trout Quintet - Finale Two Scherzos - No.1 Two Scherzos - No.2 Variations on a theme by Anselm Huttenbrenner.

The likeness has come out well.

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The Salt

THE SALT

When People Ate People, A Strange Disease Emerged

September 6, 201611:23 AM ET

By 

Rae Ellen Bichell

In 1962, a local leader in the Eastern Highlands of Papua New Guinea asks Fore men to stop the sorcery that he believes is killing women and children.

Courtesy Shirley Lindenbaum

Most of the world didn't know anyone lived in the highlands of Papua New Guinea until the 1930s, when Australian gold prospectors surveying the area realized there were about a million people there.

When researchers made their way to those villages in the 1950s, they found something disturbing. Among a tribe of about 11,000 people called the Fore, up to 200 people a year had been dying of an inexplicable illness. They called the disease kuru, which means "shivering" or "trembling."

Once symptoms set in, it was a swift demise. First, they'd have trouble walking, a sign that they were about to lose control over their limbs. They'd also lose control over their emotions, which is why people called it the "laughing death." Within a year, they couldn't get up off the floor, feed themselves or control their bodily functions.

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Many locals were convinced it was the result of sorcery. The disease primarily hit adult women and children younger than 8 years old. In some villages, there were almost no young women left.

"They were obsessed with trying to save themselves because they knew demographically that they were on the brink of extinction," says Shirley Lindenbaum, a medical anthropologist with the City University of New York.

But what was causing it? That answer eluded researchers for years. After ruling out an exhaustive list of contaminants, they thought it must be genetic. So in 1961, Lindenbaum traveled from village to village mapping family trees so researchers could settle the issue.

But Lindenbaum, who continues to write about the epidemic, knew it couldn't be genetic, because it affected women and children in the same social groups, but not in the same genetic groups. She also knew that it had started in villages in the north around the turn of the century, and then moved south over the decades.

Lindenbaum had a hunch about what was going on, and she turned out to be right. It had to do with funerals. Specifically, it had to do with eating dead bodies at funerals.

In many villages, when a person died, they would be cooked and consumed. It was an act of love and grief.

As one medical researcher described, "If the body was buried it was eaten by worms; if it was placed on a platform it was eaten by maggots; the Fore believed it was much better that the body was eaten by people who loved the deceased than by worms and insects."

Women removed the brain, mixed it with ferns, and cooked it in tubes of bamboo. They fire-roasted and ate everything except the gall bladder. It was primarily adult women who did so, says Lindenbaum, because their bodies were thought to be capable of housing and taming the dangerous spirit that would accompany a dead body.

"So, the women took on the role of consuming the dead body and giving it a safe place inside their own body — taming it, for a period of time, during this dangerous period of mortuary ceremonies," says Lindenbaum.

But women would occasionally pass pieces of the feast to children. "Snacks," says Lindenbaum. "They ate what their mothers gave them," she says, until the boys hit a certain age and went off to live with the men. "Then, they were told not to touch that stuff."

Finally, after urging from researchers like Lindenbaum, biologists came around to the idea that the strange disease stemmed from eating dead people. The case was closed after a group at the U.S. National Institutes of Health injected infected human brain into chimpanzees, and watched symptoms of kuru develop in the animals months later. The group, which won a Nobel Prize for the findings, dubbed it a "slow virus."

But it wasn't a virus — or a bacterium, fungus, or parasite. It was an entirely new infectious agent, one that had no genetic material, could survive being boiled, and wasn't even alive.

As another group would find years later, it was just a twisted protein, capable of performing the microscopic equivalent of a Jedi mind trick, compelling normal proteins on the surface of nerve cells in the brain to contort just like them. The so-called "prions," or "proteinaceous infectious particles," would eventually misfold enough proteins to kill pockets of nerve cells in the brain, leaving the cerebellum riddled with holes, like a sponge.

The process was so odd that some compared it to Dr. Jekyll's transformation to Mr. Hyde: "the same entity but in two manifestations — a 'kind', innocuous one and a 'vicious', lethal one."

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The epidemic likely started when one person in a Fore village developed sporadic Creutzfeldt-Jakob Disease, a degenerative neurological disorder similar to kuru. According to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, about one in a million people in the U.S. develop CJD -- the difference is that others rarely come into contact with infected human tissue.

Though the Fore stopped the practice of mortuary feasts more than 50 years ago, cases of kuru continued to surface over the years, because the prions could take decades to show their effects.

According to Michael Alpers, a medical researcher at Curtin University in Australia who tracked kuru cases for decades, the last person with kuru died in 2009. His team continued surveillance until 2012, when the epidemic was officially declared over. "I have followed up a few rumoured cases since then but they were not kuru," he wrote in an email.

When Shirley Lindenbaum visited a South Fore village in 2008, one man said excitedly, "See how many children we have now?"

Courtesy Shirley Lindenbaum

But while they remain rare, transmissible prion diseases did not die out with the last kuru case, as people have found repeatedly in recent decades. People have developed variant CJD after eating the meat of cattle infected with mad cow disease. Dr. Ermias Belay, a prion disease researcher with the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, says that's the only scenario in which there is "definitive evidence" that humans can develop a prion disease after eating the infected meat of another species.

But, he says, there are still a lot of open questions about how and why humans get prion diseases.

For one, it's still a mystery why animals, including humans, have those proteins in the first place — the Jekylls that can be so easily turned into Hydes. One leading hypothesis, described recently in the journal Nature, is that they play an important role in the protective coating around nerves.

But here's the bigger question, says Belay: "How many of these diseases actually jump species and affect humans?"

Kuru showed that people could get a prion disease from eating infected people. Mad cow disease showed that people can get a prion disease from eating infected cow. But what about other prion diseases in other animals? Could, say, hunters get sick from eating infected deer? That's what researchers in North America, including Belay, are trying to find out right now.

"Chronic wasting disease in North America is spreading fast," says Belay. The disease causes infected wild deer and elk to starve to death. "In early 2000, we had about three states that reported CWD in the wild in deer and elk. Today, that number is 21."

Belay says the disease is "a little bit concerning" because, unlike mad cow disease and kuru, where infectious prions were concentrated in the brain and nervous system tissue, in an animal with chronic wasting disease, the misfolded prions show up all over the body. They can even be found in saliva, feces and urine, which could explain how the disease is spreading so quickly among wild deer and elk.

The CDC is working with public health authorities in Wyoming and Colorado to monitor hunters for signs of prion disease.

"Unfortunately, because these diseases have long incubation periods, it's not easy to monitor transmission," says Belay. He says he and his colleagues have yet to find any evidence that hunters have picked up chronic wasting disease from the meat of infected wild animals.

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"And that, in itself, is good news for us," he says.

But, as with kuru, it will take years — maybe even decades — before he can know for sure.

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[caprano]

Das besondere Gedicht

Der August

Nun hebt das Jahr die Sense hoch und mäht die Sommertage wie ein Bauer. Wer sät, muss mähen. Und wer mäht, muss säen. Nichts bleibt, mein Herz. Und alles ist von Dauer.

Stockrosen stehen hinterm Zaun in ihren alten, brüchigseidnen Trachten. Die Sonnenblumen, üppig, blond und braun, mit Schleiern vorm Gesicht, schaun aus wie Frau'n, die eine Reise in die Hauptstadt machten.

Wann reisten sie? Bei Tage kaum. Stets leuchteten sie golden am Stakete. Wann reisten sie? Vielleicht im Traum? Nachts, als der Duft vom Lindenbaum an ihnen abschiedssüß vorüberwehte?

In Büchern liest man groß und breit, selbst das Unendliche sei nicht unendlich. Man dreht und wendet Raum und Zeit. Man ist gescheiter als gescheit, - das Unverständliche bleibt unverständlich.

Ein Erntewagen schwankt durchs Feld. Im Garten riecht's nach Minze und Kamille. Man sieht die Hitze. Und man hört die Stille. Wie klein ist heut die ganze Welt! Wie groß und grenzenlos ist die Idylle ...

Nichts bleibt, mein Herz. Bald sagt der Tag Gutnacht. Sternschnuppen fallen dann, silbern und sacht, ins Irgendwo, wie Tränen ohne Trauer. Dann wünsche Deinen Wunsch, doch gib gut acht! Nichts bleibt, mein Herz. Und alles ist von Dauer.

Erich Kästner

[phntasmgoria-moved]

who wants a starter from lindenbaum ? i am ignoring my inbox so i can write her more <3 specify verse or muse if applicable !

[dnangelic]

[ @phntasmgoria // from meemaw !! ]

lindenbaum's expression darkens. " who might you be ? " she questions, " and what have you done with little dai ? " she thinks for a moment. " oh, wait ........... are you perhaps like seraphina ? she has multiple people in one body too ........... "

@phntasmgoria

a face like that is hardly what he'd consider a warm and loving greeting . and yet , the initial wariness doesn't seem to bother him , his own aloof visage maintained . what has he done with little dai --- ? nothing that could usually be helped , alas . the red-headed boy's been stolen away , tucked into some spectral space , though really ... the great phantom thief had merely lent his assistance in putting his other self to sleep .

now , in the midst of nocturnal hours and moonlight , there were all sorts of ways he could introduce himself before the other --- but she seems to come to her conclusions quickly , and the still , unyielding porcelain of his expression shifts a little about the eyes , both tender and bittersweet with sentiment .

' ... i don't know any seraphina , i'm afraid . ' but he wonders if a condition like that was truly the same . superficial comparisons were always simple , easy things to make , ( you are so different , so you must be another , ) but he was no more whole than he was merely half-shadow . the shared blood and history that he belonged to , and that belonged to him , after all --- was the same .

when he speaks , the devilish lyrechords of his voice strum soft and level . ' good evening , miss lindenbaum . ' it's here that he produces a smile , lips curled without any flash of sharp teeth . ' i tried to be quiet , but it seems i was found out anyways ... oh well . ' and since he had startled her , he imagines his dues . a bow precedes his confessions , though his eyes and their familiar reds remain held steadily upon her .

' my name is dark . phantom thief dark . daisuke's perfectly fine , he's safe . i've put him to bed , and as for me , i am just --- his other . '

[lorenzlund]

,Ich trauemt' in seinem Schatten gar manchen suessen Traum'

Morgendlicher Spaziergang durch Babelsberg/Berlin. Snapshots with camera.

(aus: Am Brunnen vor dem Tore ... da stand ein Lindenbaum)

'Welch schoene Laterne das doch ist, so alt! Und noch mit Gaszufuhr!'

coc(k). What was not meant is cop! Der Cop oder Polizist ist auch hier wieder gar nicht gemeint! Ein erneuter Joke oder Spass nur ersichtlicher!

Waffe/n des auch Mannes oder von Maennern.

an, dran

Bye-bye!

Fort Nugget

Schienenbusersatzverkehr. der Bienenstaat. Biene (weibl.)

An den (maennlichen) Messi! *Er hat offenbar Post!

Im Po (er) gent. Prisoner of war. der Nackte. nackte Mann. 'er war dabei erneut bar jenseits von jeglicher Vernunft! Sie gehoert Frauen.

Offensichtlich sind wir hier beim Militaer!

General Zorn. 'Fruechte des Zorns'. Fruechte stehlen. genieseen.

'Flaschen'

[bembelbande]

Eschersheim.

[ask-lindel-and-merituuli]

L: “Merituuli is fine and we are currently visiting the local village to enjoy some cakes and tea.”

L: “Though, now that you mentioned it, I am decidedly curious, if you don’t mind sharing with me: how do your offsprings with Oberon look like, dear Queen?”

// @queenoffaetitania //

[fcktaken]

Felt tagged by @hilo for 5 books I want to read this year - here they are, mostly the ones I got for Christmas or my birthday

Delphine de Vigan: Les Gratitudes (wary. The friend who gave me this also gave me a Paolo Cuelho once...)

Virginia Woolf: Orlando (curious. Was recommended by the bookstore and my mom on the basis of: if they liked Jane Eyre they might enjoy this)

Mariana Leky: Was man von hier aus sehen kann (curious. Magical realism im Westerwald? Okapi dreams predicting death?)

Adib Khorram: Darius The Great is Not Okay (exited. Queer YA, given by the friend who gave me a running commentary of squeals when they read One Last Stop.)

Pija Lindenbaum: Franziska (very excited. A series of children's books about a shy and rule abiding single child with a vivid imagination. Will re-read as soon as I am back with my friend and her kid)

Feel gently tagged if you want to :)

[ochoislas]

EL TILO

Junto al pozo se yergue un tilo en el portón; ¡cuánto sueño halagüeño a su sombra soñé!

Grabé antaño en su tronco tantos dichos de amor; en las penas y alegrías siempre a sí me llamó.

De nuevo en alta noche hoy paso junto a él, y aún estando oscuro los ojos entorné.

Murmuraron sus ramas como echándome voz: ¡ven a mi lado, amigo, la paz aquí hallarás!

Una ráfaga helada me sopló en plena faz, fue volando el sombrero, pero no me volví.

Hace ya muchas horas que el lugar dejé atrás, y oigo aún que murmura: ¡acá encontraras la paz!

*

DER LINDEBAUM

Am Brunnen vor dem Tore, Da steht ein Lindenbaum; Ich träumt’ in seinem Schatten So manchen süssen Traum.

Ich schnitt in seine Rinde So manches liebe Wort; Es zog in Freud’ und Leide Zu ihm mich immer fort.

Ich musst’ auch heute wandern Vorbei in tiefer Nacht, Da hab’ ich noch im Dunkel Die Augen zugemacht.

Und seine Zweige rauschten, Als riefen sie mir zu: Komm her zu mir, Geselle, Hier findst du deine Ruh’!

Die kalten Winde bliesen Mir grad’ in’s Angesicht, Der Hut flog mir vom Kopfe, Ich wendete mich nicht.

Nun bin ich manche Stunde Enfernt von jenem Ort, Und immer hör’ ich’s rauschen: Du fändest Ruhe dort!

Wilhelm Müller

di-versión©ochoislas

[olliexwrites]

it's almost 4 am and yet i'm going to post at least a snippet from a later part of the first chapter of agosl <3

i'd post the full thing here but it's so very long and i don't want to give away too much~

taglist: @bluberimufim, @dyrewrites (ask to be added/removed!)

When Florian did not return that evening, Lindenbaum was scared for her life. Her body was chilled from her illness, leaving her shivering even as she stayed warm in her home, but she threw her cloak on and ventured outside into the twilight in search of him all the same. Panic overtook her quickly into her search and she ran, ran more than her lungs could stand as the cold night air scraped its way through them. Reaching the edge of the grove, she could hear the sound of footsteps, dark and ominous, and it sounded like it was coming in her direction.

Not wanting to get caught out here, she rushed to hide behind a nearby cherry bush. The smell of cherries caused her nose to wrinkle up in disgust, but she kept as silent as she could lest she wished to be hurt.

An eerie figure emerged, cloaked in shadows, their presence polluting the air around them with a heavy sensation of unease. They were silent, not uttering a single word, but rather having an indescribable sound that emanated from them that left Lindenbaum shaken. The figure lingered for a time, looming far too close to her hiding place, before turning to leave just as silently as they came.

She was frozen in fear for quite a while before she made her way back to her cottage as fast as her legs could carry her.

Suddenly, there was a scream. It had come from behind her, and she quickly hurried inside the cottage and shut the door, locking it from the inside.

The sun was about to set, and she had heard that this was when the humans would come and hunt the witches. So she willed herself to stay inside all night, no matter who she heard screaming outside. She did not sleep that night.

For most of the night, she curled up into a ball behind the sofa, covering her ears with her hands.

[ace-shikamaru-quotes]

i hate to break it to Lindenbaum, Michael Alpers, and Dr. Ermias Belay, but i am simply a Different Breed and will not be affected by the brain disease. this is because i will tell it no. i will say "you cannot infect me" and it will listen because i am superior in every way, shape, and form to it. -battle anon

battle anon gets kuru, more at 5

anyways i’ll answer this one here as well (to conserve space) if you send asks while off anon i can answer them privately. also feel free to send messages via the tumblr direct messaging system

[maerchenletter]

Der Rosenelf

Hans-Christian Andersen

Mitten in einem Garten wuchs ein Rosenstock, der war ganz voller Rosen, und in einer derselben, der schönsten von allen, wohnte ein Elf; er war so winzig klein, dass kein menschliches Auge ihn erblicken konnte; hinter jedem Blatte in der Rose hatte er eine Schlafkammer; er war so wohlgebildet und schön, wie nur ein Kind sein konnte und hatte Flügel von den Schultern bis gerade hinunter zu den Füßen. O, welcher Duft war in seinen Zimmern, und wie klar und schön waren die Wände! Es waren ja die blassroten Rosenblätter.

--------------------------------------------------------------- Werbung bei YouTube... Lie liest vor Der Rosenelf: Märchen von H.C. Andersen (Hörbuch zum Einschlafen für Erwachsene und ältere Kinder) ---------------------------------------------------------------

Den ganzen Tag erfreute er sich im warmen Sonnenschein, flog von Blume zu Blume, tanzte auf den Flügeln des fliegenden Schmetterlings und maß, wie viele Schritte er zu gehen hatte, um über alle Landstraßen und Steige zu gelangen, welche auf einem einzigen Lindenblatte sind. Das war, was wir die Adern im Blatte nennen, die er für Landstraßen und Steige nahm, ja das waren große Wege für ihn! Ehe er damit fertig wurde, ging die Sonne unter, er hatte auch spät damit angefangen.

Es wurde kalt, der Tau fiel und der Wind wehte; nun war es das Beste, nach Hause zu kommen, er tummelte sich, so sehr er konnte, aber die Rose hatte sich geschlossen, er konnte nicht hineingelangen – keine einzige Rose stand geöffnet. Der arme kleine Elf erschrak sehr. Er war früher nie nachts weggewesen, hatte immer süß hinter den warmen Rosenblättern geschlummert. O, das wird sicher sein Tod werden!

Am andern Ende des Gartens, wusste er, befand sich eine Laube mit schönem Jelängerjelieber, die Blumen sahen wie große, bemalte Hörner aus; in eine derselben wollte er hinabsteigen und bis morgen schlafen.

Er flog dahin. Was sah er da! Es waren zwei Menschen darin, ein junger, hübscher Mann und ein schönes Mädchen; sie saßen neben einander und wünschten, dass sie sich nicht zu trennen brauchten; sie waren einander so gut, weit mehr noch, als das beste Kind seiner Mutter und seinem Vater sein kann.

»Doch müssen wir uns trennen! « sagte der junge Mann. »Dein Bruder mag uns nicht leiden, deshalb sendet er mich mit einem Auftrage so weit über Berge und Seen fort! Lebe wohl, meine süße Braut, denn das bist Du mir doch! «

Dann küssten sie sich, und das junge Mädchen weinte und gab ihm eine Rose. Aber bevor sie ihm dieselbe reichte, drückte sie einen Kuss darauf, so fest und so innig, dass die Blume sich öffnete. Da flog der kleine Elf in diese hinein und lehnte sein Haupt gegen die feinen, duftenden Wände; hier konnte er gut hören, dass Lebewohl gesagt wurde. Und er fühlte, dass die Rose ihren Platz an des jungen Mannes Brust erhielt. O, wie schlug doch das Herz darinnen! Der kleine Elf konnte gar nicht einschlafen, so pochte es.

Doch nicht lange lag die Rose auf der Brust. Der Mann nahm sie hervor, und während er einsam in dem dunkeln Walde ging, küsste er die Blume, so oft und stark, dass der kleine Elf fast erdrückt wurde; er konnte durch das Blatt fühlen, wie die Lippen des Mannes brannten, und die Rose selbst hatte sich, wie bei der stärksten Mittagssonne, geöffnet.

Da kam ein anderer Mann, finster und böse; es war des hübschen Mädchens schlechter Bruder. Ein scharfes und großes Messer zog er hervor, und während jener die Rose küsste, stach der schlechte Mann ihn tot, schnitt seinen Kopf ab und begrub ihn mit dem Körper in der weichen Erde unter dem Lindenbaume.

»Nun ist er vergessen und fort«, dachte der schlechte Bruder; »er kommt nie mehr zurück. Eine lange Reise sollte er machen, über Berge und Seen, da kann man leicht das Leben verlieren, und das hat er verloren. Er kommt nicht mehr zurück, und mich darf meine Schwester nicht nach ihm fragen. «

Dann scharrte er mit dem Fuße verdorrte Blätter über die lockere Erde und ging wieder in der dunkeln Nacht nach Hause. Aber er ging nicht allein, wie er glaubte; der kleine Elf begleitete ihn, er saß in einem vertrockneten, aufgerollten Lindenblatte, welches dem bösen Manne, als er grub, in die Haare gefallen war. Der Hut war nun darauf gesetzt, es war dunkel darin, und der Elf zitterte vor Schreck und Zorn über die schlechte Tat.

In der Morgenstunde kam der böse Mann nach Hause; er nahm seinen Hut ab und ging in der Schwester Schlafstube hinein. Da lag das schöne, blühende Mädchen und träumte von ihm, dem sie so gut war und von dem sie nun glaubte, dass er über Berge und durch Wälder gehe; der böse Bruder neigte sich über sie und lachte hässlich, wie nur ein Teufel lachen kann, da fiel das trockene Blatt aus seinem Haare auf die Bettdecke nieder, aber er bemerkte es nicht und ging hinaus, um in der Morgenstunde selbst ein wenig zu schlafen. Aber der Elf schlüpfte aus dem verdorrten Blatte, setzte sich in das Ohr des schlafenden Mädchens und erzählte ihr, wie in einem Traum, den schrecklichen Mord, beschrieb ihr den Ort, wo der Bruder ihn erschlagen und seine Leiche verscharrt hatte, erzählte von dem blühenden Lindenbaume dicht dabei und sagte: »Damit Du nicht glaubst, dass es nur ein Traum sei, was ich Dir erzählt habe, so wirst Du auf Deinem Bette ein verdorrtes Blatt finden!« Und das fand sie, als sie erwachte.

O, welche bittere Tränen weinte sie und durfte doch Niemand ihren Schmerz anvertrauen! Das Fenster stand den ganzen Tag offen, der kleine Elf konnte leicht zu den Rosen und all' den übrigen Blumen nach dem Garten hinaus gelangen, aber er wagte es nicht, die Betrübte zu verlassen. Im Fenster stand ein Strauch mit Monatsrosen, in eine der Blumen setzte er sich und betrachtete das arme Mädchen. Ihr Bruder kam oft in die Kammer hinein, und war heiter trotz seiner Schlechtigkeit, aber sie durfte kein Wort über ihren Herzenskummer sagen.

Sobald es dunkel wurde, schlich sie sich aus dem Hause, ging im Walde nach der Stelle, wo der Lindenbaum stand, nahm die Blätter von der Erde, grub in dieselbe hinein und fand ihn sogleich, der erschlagen worden war. O, wie weinte sie, und bat den lieben Gott, dass er sie auch bald sterben lasse! –

Gern hätte sie die Leiche mit sich nach Hause genommen, aber das konnte sie nicht, da nahm sie das bleiche Haupt mit den geschlossenen Augen, küsste den kalten Mund und schüttelte die Erde aus seinem schönen Haar. »Das will ich behalten! « sagte sie und als sie Erde und Blätter auf den toten Körper gelegt hatte, nahm sie den Kopf und einen kleinen Zweig von dem Jasminstrauch, der im Wald blühte, wo er begraben war, mit sich nach Hause.

Sobald sie in ihrer Stube war, holte sie sich den größten Blumentopf, der zu finden war, in diesen legte sie des Toten Kopf, schüttete Erde darauf und pflanzte dann den Jasminzweig in den Topf.

»Lebewohl! Lebewohl! « flüsterte der kleine Elf, er konnte es nicht länger ertragen, all' diesen Schmerz zu sehen, und flog deshalb hinaus zu seiner Rose im Garten; aber die war abgeblüht, da hingen nur einige welke Blätter an der grünen Hagebutte.

»Ach, wie bald ist es doch mit all' dem Schönen und Guten vorbei! « seufzte der Elf. Zuletzt fand er eine Rose wieder, die wurde sein Haus, hinter ihren feinen und duftenden Blättern konnte er wohnen.

Jeden Morgen flog er nach dem Fenster des armen Mädchens, und da stand sie immer bei dem Blumentopf und weinte. Die bitteren Tränen fielen auf den Jasminzweig, und mit jedem Tage, wie sie bleicher und bleicher und bleicher wurde, stand der Zweig frischer und grüner da, ein Schössling trieb nach dem andern hervor, kleine, weiße Knospen blühten auf, und sie küsste sie, aber der böse Bruder schalt und fragte, ob sie närrisch geworden sei? Er konnte es nicht begreifen, weshalb sie immer über den Blumentopf weine. Er wusste ja nicht, welche Augen da geschlossen und welche roten Lippen da zu Erde geworden waren; sie neigte ihr Haupt gegen den Blumentopf, und der kleine Elf von der Rose fand sie so schlummern; da setzte er sich in ihr Ohr, erzählte von dem Abend in der Laube, vom Duft der Rose, und der Elfen Liebe; sie träumte süß, und während sie träumte, entschwand das Leben, sie war eines stillen Todes verblichen, sie war bei ihm, den sie liebte, im Himmel. Und die Jasminblumen öffneten ihre großen, weißen Glocken, sie dufteten eigentümlich süß, anders konnten sie nicht über die Tote weinen.

Aber der böse Bruder betrachtete den schön blühenden Strauch, nahm ihn als ein Erbgut zu sich, und setzte ihn in seine Schlafstube, dicht beim Bette, denn er war herrlich anzuschauen und der Duft war süß und lieblich. Der kleine Rosenelf folgte mit, flog von Blume zu Blume, in jeder wohnte ja eine kleine Seele, und der erzählte er von dem ermordeten jungen Mann, dessen Haupt nun Erde unter der Erde war, erzählte von dem bösen Bruder und der armen Schwester.

»Wir wissen es«, sagte eine jede Seele in den Blumen, »wir wissen es! Sind wir nicht aus des Erschlagenen Augen und Lippen entsprossen? Wir wissen es; wir wissen es! « Und dann nickten sie sonderbar mit dem Kopfe.

Der Rosenelf konnte es gar nicht begreifen, wie sie so ruhig sein konnten, und flog hinaus zu den Bienen, die Honig sammelten, erzählte ihnen die Geschichte von dem bösen Bruder, und die Bienen sagten es ihrer Königin, welche befahl, dass sie alle am nächsten Morgen den Mörder umbringen sollten.

Aber in der Nacht vorher, es war die erste Nacht, welche auf den Tod der Schwester folgte, als der Bruder in seinem Bette dicht neben dem duftenden Jasminstrauch schlief, öffnete sich ein jeder Blumenkelch, unsichtbar, aber mit giftigen Spießen, stiegen die Blumenseelen hervor und setzten sich zuerst in seine Ohren und erzählten ihm böse Träume, flogen darauf über seine Lippen und stachen seine Zunge mit den giftigen Spießen. »Nun haben wir den Toten gerächt! « sagten sie und flogen zurück in des Jasmins weiße Glocken.

Als es Morgen wurde, und das Fenster der Schlafstube geöffnet wurde, fuhr der Rosenelf mit der Bienenkönigin und dem ganzen Bienenschwarm herein, um ihn zu töten.

Aber er war schon tot; es standen Leute rings um das Bett, die sagten: »Der Jasminduft hat ihn getötet! «

Da verstand der Rosenelf der Blumen Rache, und er erzählte es der Königin der Bienen, und sie summte mit ihrem ganzen Schwarm um den Blumentopf; die Bienen waren nicht zu verjagen; da nahm ein Mann den Blumentopf fort und eine der Bienen stach seine Hand, so dass er den Topf fallen ließ und er zerbrach.

Da sahen sie den bleichen Totenschädel, und sie wussten, dass der Tote im Bette ein Mörder war.

Die Bienenkönigin summte in der Luft und sang von der Rache der Blumen und von dem Rosenelf, und dass hinter dem geringsten Blatte Einer wohnt, der das Böse erzählen und rächen kann!

[cynic-longevity]

7 PEOPLE I’D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER.

rules:  fill this up and then tag people you’d like to know better!

((I was tagged in this like three months ago, and am very late to the party.))

One / ( alias / name ): The Squat with Hats/Tamera-mun

Two / ( date of birth ): 05/08/1993

Three / ( zodiac sign ): A very typical Taurus

Four / ( height ): 5′3″

Five / ( hobbies ): Reading, writing, video games, beading, watching anime, learning foreign languages, I have a lot of hobbies, please don’t ask me to list them all because I will.

Six / ( favorite color ): Aqua

Seven / ( favorite books ): The Unwind Dystology (only good teen dystopian) and World War Z (only good zombie book)

Eight / ( last song listened to ): Kakusei by Superfly (Lio Fotia’s Theme)

Nine / ( last film or show watched ): Promare (It was pretty good, I liked it)

Ten / ( story behind URL ): My dumb elf is both cynical and immortal.  And a dumb elf.

Eleven / ( inspiration for muse ): I wanted to RP a muse with Lindenbaum/Echoes as the FC.  That’s it.  Here we are.

Tagged by: @chronosbled Tagging: Everyone.  I’m late to the party.  No idea who’s done this.  Have at it.

[phntasmgoria-moved]

STROLLING THE MUSEUM WITH DAISUKE was always a fun time, with the child telling lindenbaum stories about the artworks around. while she was not sure how such a young boy knew so much about such things, she was the last person to question his knowledge. she figured that it had something to do with his ' other half, ' as dark had phrased it. getting distracted by a sparkling tiara, she rolled away from the babbling boy without thinking, drawn in by its exquisite shimmer. shaking palms reached out to pick up the object from its pedestal, a playful grin spreading across her complexion as she placed it atop her head.

" hehe, i'm the queen of all witches ................. " she whispered under her breath, a childish side of her coming out, which was a rare thing indeed. she didn't want daisuke to hear her, let alone anyone else. she didn't like showing those desires very often, the childhood she wished she could have had.

a sudden voice calling out to her made lindenbaum jolt out of her daydream, gripping tightly onto the tiara ( or in this case, @audienceled ?? a woman's voice ? ) to keep from dropping it. it took her a long time to realize that it was the shimmering object in her hands that was speaking to her.

" first, the animals spoke, and now this .................. am i going insane, or are you actually talking to me ? "