He was a writhing thing, akin to a fish that found itself unceremoniously thrown to land at the behest of a wolf’s ivory teeth. Olive watched his for a moment’s postponement, her cream figure smudged and concealed by the shadows of a distant treeline. He shrieked and cried, throwing his small body about in a visually disturbing manner. Never before had Olive seen an animal act in this manner [that was not in the throes of death] and the sprite found herself fascinated. But it was a lurid interest that quickly manifested itself as sorrow and heartbreak for the broken boy.
What caused him to anguish so? The woman was thrust forward with a sudden resurgence of empathy and strode up to his side, moving slowly and fluidly in hopes of not frightening him.
“Beloved, what ails you so?” Olive exclaimed softly as she rounded nearer to him, traveling lightly on her feet. As she strode ever closer, the harlequin noticed that he was no larger than her own petite frame and his fur was matted with tears. He looked not only in spiritual pain, but something physically ailed him too. “Center your soul within your body; listen to your breaths and feel your lifeblood flow through your veins, uninhibited and free. You are here in this moment, and in this moment nothing cruel can touch you.” The fae whispered instructions to him in earnest, wishing to abate this creature’s obvious pain.
What caused him to anguish so? The woman was thrust forward with a sudden resurgence of empathy and strode up to his side, moving slowly and fluidly in hopes of not frightening him.
“Beloved, what ails you so?” Olive exclaimed softly as she rounded nearer to him, traveling lightly on her feet. As she strode ever closer, the harlequin noticed that he was no larger than her own petite frame and his fur was matted with tears. He looked not only in spiritual pain, but something physically ailed him too. “Center your soul within your body; listen to your breaths and feel your lifeblood flow through your veins, uninhibited and free. You are here in this moment, and in this moment nothing cruel can touch you.” The fae whispered instructions to him in earnest, wishing to abate this creature’s obvious pain.
and all my days are trances, and all my nightly dreams
are where thy grey eye glances, and where thy footstep gleams
in what ethereal dances, by what eternal streams
are where thy grey eye glances, and where thy footstep gleams
in what ethereal dances, by what eternal streams
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the swelling of broken violins - by Armand - November 27, 2016, 01:29 PM
RE: the swelling of broken violins - by Olive - November 27, 2016, 02:12 PM
RE: the swelling of broken violins - by Armand - November 27, 2016, 04:48 PM
RE: the swelling of broken violins - by Olive - November 27, 2016, 06:07 PM
RE: the swelling of broken violins - by Armand - November 28, 2016, 09:09 AM
RE: the swelling of broken violins - by Olive - November 28, 2016, 09:55 PM
RE: the swelling of broken violins - by Armand - November 29, 2016, 02:26 PM
RE: the swelling of broken violins - by Olive - November 29, 2016, 09:43 PM
RE: the swelling of broken violins - by Armand - December 01, 2016, 11:18 AM
RE: the swelling of broken violins - by Olive - December 01, 2016, 06:54 PM
RE: the swelling of broken violins - by Armand - December 05, 2016, 11:16 PM
RE: the swelling of broken violins - by Olive - December 07, 2016, 10:30 PM
RE: the swelling of broken violins - by Armand - December 12, 2016, 03:33 AM
RE: the swelling of broken violins - by Olive - December 12, 2016, 09:22 PM
RE: the swelling of broken violins - by Armand - December 18, 2016, 01:55 AM
RE: the swelling of broken violins - by Olive - December 18, 2016, 03:28 PM
RE: the swelling of broken violins - by Armand - December 19, 2016, 11:30 AM
RE: the swelling of broken violins - by Olive - December 19, 2016, 04:53 PM