#makky

[the-angst-witch]

Hey There Sunshine

“How much longer till sunset?”

“Same as last time you asked.”

Kavi slumped down in his chair groaning dramatically.

Zell rolled her eyes from where she sat at the small desk chair the inn had thoughtfully provided. She was entertaining herself with a complicated braiding venture involving several loose threads pulled and pilfered from gods only knew where, a few strands of what Makky assumed was her own hair, and a dainty fraying ribbon. Her fingers twisted and turned the threads, lightning fast and hypnotizing. He’d spent many days cooped up with her staving off boredom watching the way her deft hands worked complicated braids and knots in the weeks since they’d gone on the run.

Kavi sighed dramatically as he righted himself in the squat armchair in the other corner of the small room.

A grin was pulling at the corner of Makky’s lips and he did his best to hide it as he re-shuffled the deck of cards in his hands. “Why don’t you read more?” he suggested instead.

Kavi rolled his dark eyes “I can’t,” he grumbled “I finished all the books I got last night.”

“Take a nap then.” Zell said not bothering to look up from her braiding.

He groaned “I’m not tired. I’m bored.”

Zell rolled her eyes dramatically “I’m bored.” She mimicked in a high-pitched parody “Entertain yourself then!”

Kavi opened his mouth, no doubt to entertain himself by starting yet another pointless argument with Zell. Makky jumped to intervene. “Do you want me to teach you a card trick?”

Kavi shook his head “After last time I think we can say that’s a lot cause.”

Zell snorted “butter fingers.”

Kavi stuck his tongue out at her childishly and she just shot him a cheeky grin. He pulled himself up from the chair and slouched over to the bed where Makky sat with his cards. He plopped down across from him, “Show me what you’ve been working on?” He asked instead. Dark eyes intent on Makky, a familiar grin curving his lips. Whenever he smiled like that his dark eyes would light up, and his whole face seemed to glow.

Makky turned back to his cards hoping to hide the faint blush he felt heating his cheeks. Whenever Kavi looked at him like that, with his full attention, and that bright smile, Makky couldn’t help but blush. He hated that, it was embarrassing and one of these days Kavi was going to notice and ask and that was not a conversation he wanted to have yet.

The bed jostled, and Makky nearly dropped the cards he was fiddling with. He looked up to see Zell had bounded over from her chair, abandoning her braiding. She grinned at him resting her chin on her hands “Go on!” she encouraged. He laughed and obliged, putting on a little show of card tricks for them. Once he was burned through all the tricks, he’d memorized he even managed to teach Zell one or two, and Kavi finally learned to shuffle without playing 72 card pick-up.

In that unerring way of hers Zell’s head whipped toward the window the second the sun was down. She zipped over so quickly, she was almost a blur. She ripped the blinds open to reveal the darkened sky. She grinned wide and sharp with all her teeth on display “Time to go hunting!” She declared with a ruby glint in her eye.

Kavi jumped up from his place on the bed “finally!”

Zell narrowed her eyes at him “You, make sure you actually drink something. Don’t spend the entire night in the library.”

He gave her a mock salute “promise.”       She turned her gaze to Makky “And you. Actually, drink something.”

He nodded sheepishly. “I’ll try.”       And the thing was, he swore, he did try. It’s just, the thing was—With how small the town was they were staying in. It was better to hunt separately instead of the three of them prowling like a pack. They’d learned that three vampires hunting together in a speck of a town wasn’t as subtle as they’d hoped. (They’d learned the hard way, getting run out of a microscopic town not much smaller than the one they were in presently.) Zell had been cursing the very name of the town ever since. Makky had shrugged “I mean…we were kinda eating people. It makes sense they’d want us to leave.”

Zell had whipped around scandalized “It’s not like we ate them all to death!”

Kavi had thrown his hands in the air in disbelief “Besides we only went after those thugs that tried to mug us that first night!”

At that point Makky knew a lost cause of an argument when he saw one brewing so he’d just laughed under his breath and suggested they do things differently next time around.       So the point was, Makky did try to find something-someone to drink. He just…got distracted without Zell to remind him what he was supposed to be looking for. It was much more pleasant to help the old woman who ran the flower shop bring in the last of her deliveries, since the merchant had been running late and it was too dark out for her old eyes. Or help the teenager with the sprained ankle and a cat up a tree. She told him all about her recent interest in ancient poetry while he retrieved the feline and helped her hobble home. Then he’d gotten distracted by some of the old men sitting outside the tavern around a small contained fire, telling stories from their youth. They were all so excited at the prospect of having someone new to regale with their tales of adventure. Then there’d been an open gate, and a lost dog, and a very drunk couple of people that he just had to get home safely and it felt wrong to go and bite one of them. He could make it a while longer without feeding. He was only getting a little dizzy when he exerted too much strength or speed. He was fine.

Well, Makky was fine until he looked at the clock on the building he’d wandered over to look at on the very edge of town. He cursed under his breath realizing he needed to get back to the inn now if he wanted to avoid the sun. He quickly ducked around the corner of the building and he promptly crashed right into someone. It was moments like that, when Makky truly wondered if he had somehow offended one of the gods affiliated with Luck.

The man he’d crashed into and instinctively grasped the arms of to steady them both, was wearing a jacket with dozens of patches sewn all over. And the one he was staring directly at, sewn in on his left shoulder, was one for The League.

Shit. Makky thought looking up into the face of Sir Cray, one of the most arrogant bastards he’d had the displeasure of meeting during his hellacious tenure with The League. He barely had time to react past shock, and dismay before pain was exploding across the side of his face. He reflexively tightened his grip and felt some of the fabric tear under his hand as he stumbled away from the blow.

Makky caught his balance and wasted no time running as fast as he could away from Cray and his lackeys. He felt something hot and wet drip down his face and noted that Cray must have been wearing one of his stupid gaudy rings. He hoped the bastard broke his finger when he hit him.

      After what felt like a small eternity running, he paused to steady himself leaning against the cool brick of the storage building he found himself outside of. Makky tried to steady himself as a wave of dizziness overtook him him. His breath caught in his throat as he overheard heavy pounding footsteps. He pushed himself off the wall to try and run, his vision blurred, his stomach lurched, and he found himself rapidly acquainted with the hard ground. Makky groaned at the way the gravel bit into his skin. It had been a warm night, so he’d worn shorts, and a T-shirt and at that moment he regretted it for the scrapes he was sure to have. The footsteps were getting closer, and a white-hot spike of panic shot through him. Makky heaved himself to his feet and staunchly ignored the way the world still seemed to sway like a ship at sea. He could practically hear Zell’s voice in his mind calling him a “stupid idiot, who doesn’t know how to take care of himself!”

One wall of the building was a large metal door, that at present had been retracted to its place on the ceiling. That would have to do, he wasn’t going to make it very far running in his condition. He passed a sign posted on the corner that proudly proclaimed in big block letters “Space for rent!”

He stumbled his way into the building searching for somewhere to hide amongst the scattered remains of whatever business had last made use of the space. His options consisted of a few scattered raggedy boxes. None of them were big enough to actually hide him entirely if he crouched down behind them. The footsteps were getting closer. His heart leapt its way into his throat, and he shook in frozen terror for a moment, casting his eyes wildly about the room for anything. His eyes landed on one of the raggedy crates. It was made of boards haphazardly nailed together and if he squeezed, he could probably fit himself inside of it. Only the boards had decent gaps between them, what if they see me anyway? He could hear voices now, they were getting too close.

He made a snap decision and shoved a few of the other crates hastily in front of the one he’d been eyeing. He ripped the lid open and threw himself inside closing the lid back over himself as quickly and quietly as he could. He had to wriggle and compress himself painfully to make sure he fit without the lit lifting because of a shoulder or stray limb. He bit back a cry as he kneed one of the poorly hammered in nails. He’d just managed to stop moving, when the pounding footsteps and the shouting voices entered the storage building. He held his breath as he listened to the sounds of their labored breaths, their beating hearts, the blood racing through their veins. The panic was making it hard to listen to what they were saying, turning the words to a mush of syllables and phonetic noise. He hurt already from cramping himself down into the box. His neck ached, his knee was sluggishly bleeding, his face felt swollen and tender from where he’d been hit.

Suddenly there was a loud crashing sound near his face, and he flinched hitting his head sharply on the edge of the crate. He didn’t dare breathe, for one horrifying second, he was sure they’d found him. Then he heard “Damn it! He’s not here!”. He watched Cray’s boots through the space between the boards and held in a sigh of relief, as he realized Cray had just kicked the boxes he’d pushed in front of his crate in frustration. He hasn’t seen me.

“Sir Cray, it’s almost dawn anyway” one of the men with him said exasperated “and the bloodsucker can’t have gotten very far. He’ll be toast soon anyway.”

“Come on, let’s see if we can find him. Maybe we’ll get to watch him burn.” The third said with a sickening level of glee.

Makky felt like he’d been doused in ice water. Sunrise. He listened carefully as they left the building, footsteps and voices growing fainter. Maybe he could still sneak back to the Inn? Maybe he had time? Maybe he could—

The first rays of dawn’s light shone through one of the gaps in the crate hitting the knuckles of his hands, which he’d pulled up to protect his head. White hot pain shot through him like no heat he’d ever felt before. This wasn’t like touching the soup pot at home without mitts, it wasn’t accidentally getting a hand too close to the torches at The League, it wasn’t like anything he’d ever felt before. He bit through his own lip trying to muffle a scream as the burning just kept going. As the sun rose, and rose, it found its way through more and more cracks in the crate. It cast itself across his shins and his ankles, scorching strips of his knees. It laid across his wrists and forearms like violent red ribbons. He writhed in the limited space he had trying to twist and hide as much of his vulnerable flesh as possible. But all that did was expose new pieces to the unrelenting agony that the sun brought. He bit through his lip so many times in the first thirty minutes he wondered if it would ever heal. The scent of his own blood and burning flesh filling his nose, adding to the nausea he already felt from the sheer agony coursing through his body. Lancing out from the burns like a lightning strike, that hit over and over and over.

He tried to keep quiet, he really did, the possibility of Cray coming back to look for him again very present on his mind. Or of someone else finding him and opening the box. Subjecting him to more sunlight was very present on his mind. Or at least it was for the first hour when he choked back sobs, and bit down on screams. Only small whimpers, and keening whines escaping his lips. Halfway through the second hour he couldn’t think past the desperate agony to remember why he needed to be quiet. Loud sobs ripped from his lungs like they’d been dragged out by hooks. The salt from his tears stinging sharply on his still burning wrists. By the fourth hour he’d nearly screamed himself hoarse. His throat felt almost as raw as the skin kissed by the sun. He couldn’t remember if the blood on his tongue was from screaming so much he’d made himself bleed or from biting through his cheek in an ill-fated attempt to keep quiet.

Somewhere in the fifth hour he started begging. Who he was begging he didn’t know, but he needed it to stop. “Please! Please, someone help me! please! Make it stop! Please! God’s please! Make it stop!” the begging devolved into unintelligible prayer somewhere nearing the mark of the sixth hour. Praying to the Gods, to any that would listen, to Ember the Goddess High Queen of Flame, and to Cosma the Goddess High Queen of the Cosmos. To their child Soleris the Keeper of Sunlight. For anyone, anything, to please please make it stop just for a second. He couldn’t take anymore, please.

He thought someone must have answered his prayers because, suddenly he had a moment of respite. He dared to peek through blistered fingers to find that a cloud had passed over the sun. He let out a broken sob of relief. Sweat and tears mingling to make the angry red burns sting, as he trembled in the cramped space, he’d managed to hide in. His screams fading to hitching whimpers as he tried to control his breathing.

Deliriously he couldn’t help but think of his little sister, Amatis. As children they’d always sang silly songs back and forth together. Ironically her favorite had always been the Sunshine Song. He hummed it quietly to himself as he tried to shift his position in the box to give him an ounce of relief on the cramped muscles and sensitive flesh. After he kicked another nail with a burn, and promptly whited out in agony he stopped trying to move and just focused on humming.

“Hey there sunshine

You brighten my day

Hey there sunshine

You make me smile

When skies are grey”

Amatis loved to follow him places and chatter his ear off, singing songs while he walked to his little job, he’d managed to scrounge up at the tailors shop before the kindly old man died. On the days she hadn’t been allowed to walk him to work she’d tackled him in a tight hug the moment he got home. They’d been the closest to each other out of everyone in their sprawling family.

“Hey there sunshine

Just don’t take

my stars away

They guide me home

When nights are long”

He remembered the last day he’d seen her vividly. She’d been only six, and he was only ten. A Temple of Ember had gone through town looking for recruits to train up into Devotee’s. He remembered one of the nice ladies in red robes from the temple talking to him while he was at the Tailors. The same woman was at his house when he got home that evening. He remembered the way his stomach had twisted into knots at the sight of her talking to his parents.

“Hey there Starlight

You make me smile

When I am far-away”

      They’d wanted to take him for the temple. He remembered the calculated way his mother had looked at him then. But he’d been working for the tailor, they couldn’t afford to lose that money, pittance that it was. “Amatis is such a bright light.” His father had said to the nice lady in the red robe. It was settled so fast after that.

“Hey there starlight

Guide me home tonight”

      He remembered how she’d cried. How many times he’d told her she’d love it at the temple, even as he failed to hold back tears himself. She’d insisted he braid her hair one last time for her and sing the Sunshine Song. And he had to give one last piggy ride, and promise she’d always be his favorite sibling even if she wouldn’t be around to remind him.

“Make the moon shine bright

It makes me smile,

when you are far away”

      They’d managed to stay in contact for years even after she’d left. A kind merchant who delivered letters for the temple when they happened to be on his route of trade. He’d watched her grow up through shaky handed letters written in a childish scrawl, to pages and pages of elegant script. He kept his promise, she always was his favorite family member. Even if one day the letters stopped, the merchant vanished without a word, and news of the temple seemed to trickle and run dry no matter how he asked after it or tried to find someone to carry his letters.

“Hey there moonlight

Light my path tonight”

      In his state, delirious with pain and hunger, he could have sworn he heard his sisters voice, high and clear, singing The Sunshine Song. There was a slight breeze, the clouds were shifting. Light was streaming through the cracks in his crate. He couldn’t think anymore, couldn’t do anything but scream.

“Hey there sunshine

Come and take me away”

[damajority]

DaMajority Fresh Article https://www.damajority.com/makky-releases-slow-whine-for-saint-lucia-carnival/

Makky releases Slow Whine for Saint Lucia Carnival

Makky releases Slow Whine for Saint Lucia Carnival

Meet Mc Lana Bernard, a Saint Lucian model who is about to make waves in the Music Recording industry. Mc Lana chose the stage name Makky, was introduced into the Dennery Segment culture by popular artist Mac 11. Makky started working with krome productions where she gained popularity for her single ‘bounce it’. Take a listen to her new single below

https://www.damajority.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/SLOW-WINE-Makky-Kimani.mp3

[llhmua]

Allure Russia December 2012 

Raymond Meier - Photographer

Anya Ziourova - Fashion Editor/Stylist

David von Cannon - Hair Stylist

Makky - Makeup Artist

Charlie Welch - Set Designer

Edita Vilkeviciute - Model

[kahchanrs]

[constantarrival]

Harper’s Bazaar Turkey February 2018 Kasia Struss by Walter Chin.

Photography: Walter Chin. Fashion Stylist: Selin Bursalioglu. Hair Stylist: Brent Lawler. Makeup Artist: Makky. Casting Director: David Milosevich. Manicurist: Ami Vega at See Management. Model: Kasia Struss.

[shioshio-to0820-blog]

Answer

my fiend told me.

I didn’ know this song, but now this is my favorite one.

あの日地下鉄の改札で

急に咳が出て

涙にじんで止まらなくなった

君と過ごしてたさっきまで

嘘みたいだね

もう帰る時間だよ

君と僕の腕時計

一緒に並べて

君と僕の手のひらを

そっと重ねて

愛という窮屈をがむしゃらに抱きしめた

二人会える日が少ないから

いつも別れ際でため息ばかりついてる

何も言わないで

君の姿　消えてしまうまで

見送ってあげるから

君と僕の思い出はまだまだ少ない

ずっとずっと歩こう道を探して

愛という窮屈をいつまでも抱きしめて

春の強い風も　夏の暑さも

秋の��みしさも　冬の寒さも

二人でなら歩いて行けるさ

あの日地下鉄の改札で

急に咳が出て

涙にじんで止まらなくて

手すりを越えて

君を抱きしめた

[healthybrain-healthybody]

This is Mak the Brat who I spoke about in my last post about my workout today. He's damn lucky he is cute because he is a terror to take out for a walk at the moment!

[croatoan-the-line]

Yes, Japan. The land of anime. The land of pikachu.

Prince Mak - The Prince Mak Hour (September 30th, 2015)

[cicomichael777]

Makkyyyyy love u! \^u^/

[healthybrain-healthybody]

Missed these babies while I was away this week 💕

[croatoan-the-line]

Wanna know about my week? NOOOO? Well bad luck, because I'm still gonna tell you!

Prince Mak - The Prince Mak hour (September 30th, 2015)

[shannonfurtado]

"femme fatale" Makky Catherine McNeil Vogue Germany

[onceuponatimeiwashappy-wash-blog]

50% ARAL

25% KAIN

10% TULOG

15% GALA

Oh diba, sarap buhay ako. HAHAHAHA! 10% tulog lang. Masarap pa enjoyin ang buhay kesa matulog. Pag namatay naman ako forever na kong tulog. Haha! Ang sarap ng feeling na wala kang iniisip na problema. I-ne-enjoy ko every millisecond ng buhay ko. Iba talaga pag walang gerlpren! HAHAHAHA! Joke. :D Hayy. :))

[waboism-blog]

Email to Makky and Ethel - Balikbayan Boxes in February!

February 17,2013

Dearest Makky and Ethel I just came from Montalban two days ago and Mom commented that for the first time, after days of exile and life like an unwashed hermit, I used to look and smell like a toro (stag goat), I now look, smell and feel like a newly bathed Maxie.  But your Mom still refused to kiss me "Happy Valentines", because I forgot to bring her even a prickly 'makahiya'. But never mind, because this apparent transformation was  because of you and Ethel.  I hijacked the money you sent, albeit for other purposes, and I was able to complete the 400 meter water hose to supply our Montalban lair with sparkling clean Nawasa water fit for cooking and drinking, much less, banishing away grime, dust and dead skins with a legit pressurized shower and bidet.  It's lightyears away from our "tabo system".  Maybe a few years on, I can invite my two angels, Juliana and Maxie, to play with my pet 'troll' I chained under the tunnel bridge, or just enjoy climbing the towering mango trees beside  the house. Also, what a sight to see your Balikbayan boxes still neatly lined in our Beatriz receiving area.  Cecile and Mom took almost a week (during my Montalban exile to supervise the water supply installation) to sort out and distribute your give-aways to excited and exultant recipients.  Who would think of a Christmas during the Chinese New Year cum Valentine in February.  That's why I owe you guys my eternal thanks, because I have almost a box for myself, besides tagged 'Daddy', only 'Moi' now fits those anonymous X and XL's (too small for Mon and Den, and too big for Jun Jun and Gabby- so walang kaagaw).  Your 34" pants and shirts (there's a lot) are neatly folded for Tito Jun, Anthony and Daddy Groovy.  Kaunting suspense muna I forgot to tote those bags full of your personal attires which still have years of useful life I  those signatures shorts and pants.  I still have to untangle  those jumbled wires and electronic hodge podge on one box, after Dennis, Mon and the kids have rummaged through it. I'm excited because a cursory survey indicates I can still use some of them.  Actually, I'm already using the RCA and 3.5 mm jacks to connect my gadgets to the amplifier for the booming effect to neutralize the rival Adelle sounds of Anne next door. But the items that created the most energetic responses were the toys  and stuffed softies. I tried appropriate some for myself to assuage my infantile dreams but Anne wanted the two white bears, so I now ended up with three big-eyed Elmo lined up on top of the Tv set.  Shane was willing to exchange  the seal with a sucking baby but I think parting with my faithful 'Patrick' will be an atrocious act of betrayal, so no deal.  Maybe I will just go to Quiapo and make a discrete purchase with he sidewalk vendor for one of those realistic inflated bedmate.  Mom has been sleeping at the opposite side of the bed because my laway is infuriatingly splashed on her "mala-Inang" arms when she wakes up.  So, I hope you'll understand about my obsessive ache for Juliana's Teddy Bear. Nawala na nga yung alaga kong "pusa" ngayon, ipinagkakait pa pati braso.  Gusto kong humagulgol, lalo na my favorite FM104.1 radio is playing "I, I, who have nothing", he he he. It's Sunday and alone in our dilapidated kubo, and the house helps   might think I am going bonkers.  I'm not going to give Mom the slightest reason to put me in a straight jacket for a Mandaluyong vacation, instead for a preferred Montalban retreat where I can fill up, this time, your ancient inflatable wading pool, with clear chlorinated Nawasa water and soak leisurely naked, oblivious of time, albeit alone.  C'est La Vie! Smile, for Mom and I feel so down whenever we see you so somber on FaceTime. With much love, Mom and Dad Sent from my iPad