"I know, my dearest daughter, and I cannot describe how sorry I feel." My bruised lip trembles. "Yet your silence, your lack of reaction, is not making this any easier!" Anger surges through me, enough to extract a yelp from her. I cringe and smile almost exactly the same time, bringing fear to her eyes. "That's right, my child.. My love.." I start to sob again, uncontrollably. "Whimper. Scream. Curse me off, fight back, hell, even enjoy it if you so wish! I don't care what or how you react by, but please, PLEASE, let me have this one night. And please don't be an unreadable stone.." I cannot look her in the eyes, I'm so ashamed, broken. This state lasts for close to five minutes when, ever so softly, my angel speaks.
"Miles.." The fear in her voice is overwhelming, and I cannot help but to look up at her. With the saddest smile she could muster, she lifts her face, closer, and as she kisses me a stray tear falls from her eye. With that one tear all of my reluctance, my doubts, and any possible pity was washed away, and a smile stains my face. Her kisses are sweet, soft, and though they are obviously forced, they are Novalei's, only not. It's so difficult for my lonely mind and body to tell the difference..
I am slow, gentle as I lift her up from the bed into my lap, and the kisses intensify. She accepts my tongue, my touch, my love. Hell, she even plays along, her tongue shyly dancing with my own. Her eyes are closed and I can only wonder what she's envisioning, what she is feeling.Whatever it is, she likes it, and lets out a soft sigh of protest as I let my lips travel away from her own. Letting out a small chuckle I start to kiss lower, down her neck. She obliges by tilting her head up, and her arms loosely snake around me. "Good girl.." I breathe into her skin, making the both of us shudder, and start to kiss even lower. This is so right, so deliciously perfect.. And I know I'm going straight into the depths of hell once I breathe my last breath. I don't dare think of it, or of any thoughts that would ruin this perfect scene playing out before me. I reach my arms around her and silently untie her corseted gown, and I can feel her stiffen in fear. I reassure her with a kiss on the lips, smooth out her hair with my other hand. It isn't long before her gown slips off and my hands drift over the curves of her body. She is well endowed for a fifteen year old. She must have gotten that from her mother. Her mother..
Suddenly I am not in my bed, but the Blacksmith shed behind my dearest Novalei's home. We are laughing, sitting side-by-side in the corner of the shed. All of a sudden her smile fades, and she abruptly exits. I follow her and catch her just in time to move her hair out of her face before she heaves at the ground, any food in her system spewing out. "My sweetest Novalei, are you alright?"I rub her back, wait for her to finish. I can see tears drop from her eyes to the soiled ground, which makes me worry even more. "Shall I get your father?"
"No!" It sounds painful, fearful, and oddly similar to Ever's. I gently turn her face to meet mine, look at her weak features. Her eyes escape my gaze, which breaks my heart.Her voice is her own again as she speaks, "Please forgive me, my prince.. I fear that.. that I may be.." She doesn't even have to finish her statement for me to know.
Pregnant. With Ever.The young woman I'm about to bed, right now. Right in the bed I shared with Novalei on the night she was conceived. Guilt churns in my stomach, threatens to come up. My eyes open, and I realize what I am currently doing. Her undergarments are pulled down, breasts exposed, my lips around one of them. I don't have to look up to know she's letting silent tears fall. I feel absolutely sick to my stomach; How could I have let myself go this far? How could she let myself go this far? I back away immediately, turn away. I hear the sheets rustle and only assume she's hiding her exposed body with them. I want to run right into enemy fire, slam my body against a wall until I cannot remember anything. And her.. my angel, my daughter, my Everlasting Love.. I wanted to take back this night, make sure she never lived it. I stand and start to walk to the bathroom inside my chamber. "Put your clothes back on, child. I'm done with you." My voice is uneasy, anguished. But I can feel the relief radiating off of her, and before I close the bathroom door, I hear her tiny voice.
"Thank you."
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Rain (and other Ramblings)
I never liked it. Never felt happy on a day that it rained, as the gloominess outside would seep right into my veins and wither me down until the sun shines again. Today isn't much different. While I did smile quite a bit today, something just feels off.
I realize whenever it rains, I have more trouble breathing too. Paranoia kicks in, and I start to worry about people. Maybe a bit too much. But, being the odd little creature I am, I can't show my worry. I smiled my way though a five hour work shift, through chest pains and headaches and thinking about adding to the Venom scene I posted before this. But that smile's no longer sustainable, looking out the dreary window. I should go to sleep, try to get rid of the oncoming depression. But I know It'll come even closer if I try to crawl into bed and close my eyes. Why?
I miss 1 too much. I haven't seen him for what feels like a month, though I'm pretty sure it hasn't been that long. Still, it irritates me that we won't be able to hang out for a few more weeks, due to my being busy and his lack of money. I just want to hug him, cuddle up next to him, conversations and other things sprinkled in between. I want to tell him I love him aloud, hear him say it too. Just thinking about it makes me wish we lived closer, or that I wasn't such a chicken and learned to drive.
I also want to see him so we can plan about Prom. There were so many signs that we had to go, but two of them sealed our fate.
One: In the Disney movie 'Prom', The main characters are Nova(my nickname) and 1's name.
Two: At a gift auction last night, I won two prom bids for Senior Prom 2012, which meant the both of us could go together for cheap(because it's not free when you consider the dress, tux, limo, etc)
I didn't want to go this year due to cost and personal reasons, but once I won those tickets I was so happy, and 1 was also excited. I think I can put my other reasons aside now, and I'm sure we'll have fun. ^^
Yeah, I have no idea where this is going anymore, so I'll shut up now. 8D''
I realize whenever it rains, I have more trouble breathing too. Paranoia kicks in, and I start to worry about people. Maybe a bit too much. But, being the odd little creature I am, I can't show my worry. I smiled my way though a five hour work shift, through chest pains and headaches and thinking about adding to the Venom scene I posted before this. But that smile's no longer sustainable, looking out the dreary window. I should go to sleep, try to get rid of the oncoming depression. But I know It'll come even closer if I try to crawl into bed and close my eyes. Why?
I miss 1 too much. I haven't seen him for what feels like a month, though I'm pretty sure it hasn't been that long. Still, it irritates me that we won't be able to hang out for a few more weeks, due to my being busy and his lack of money. I just want to hug him, cuddle up next to him, conversations and other things sprinkled in between. I want to tell him I love him aloud, hear him say it too. Just thinking about it makes me wish we lived closer, or that I wasn't such a chicken and learned to drive.
I also want to see him so we can plan about Prom. There were so many signs that we had to go, but two of them sealed our fate.
One: In the Disney movie 'Prom', The main characters are Nova(my nickname) and 1's name.
Two: At a gift auction last night, I won two prom bids for Senior Prom 2012, which meant the both of us could go together for cheap(because it's not free when you consider the dress, tux, limo, etc)
I didn't want to go this year due to cost and personal reasons, but once I won those tickets I was so happy, and 1 was also excited. I think I can put my other reasons aside now, and I'm sure we'll have fun. ^^
Yeah, I have no idea where this is going anymore, so I'll shut up now. 8D''
Friday, March 30, 2012
A scene from Venom, not for the weak of heart. Critique appreciated.
She runs into my arms, buries her face into my shirt. Her sobs crash into me like a wave breaking over the jetty. My dearest daughter is crumbling, and I'm nearly cracked as well, as a person who is glad that their child is sobbing on their chest cannot be whole. Calden, her good tutor, should have lived through such an accidental stab, yet it was the monster in me who rose my arm to strike twice. He was after my Ever, and I could not have that.. Any guilt that I had felt was swept with the tide as I held her close, stroking her hair and feeling her sobs weaken. "Shh, my child..All will be well. He would not wish to see you so upset." I lift a hand to gently wipe away her tears and make her eyes meet mine. Such beautiful emerald orbs hold all of the love in the world, and yet I feel anger boil inside me because I know that this love was not meant for me, and never would be. She was not my wife, and it was completely wrong for me to even think that somehow those eyes would look at me with that love, that desire, just like Novalei's all those years ago. Even so, those eyes are still breathtaking and tempt me to believe otherwise.
She turns her head away in shame, and I cannot help but smile, stroking her hair. "Why did this happen, my king?" I could sense my need intensify at the sound of her silky but disheartened voice, yet controlled myself. {You cannot give in. You cannot hurt her any more than you did. You killed her lo...} I couldn't even think the word without shades of green prickling my skin. He was not worthy of her love. Only I am, and she should only be loved by me. By me..
I choke down those thoughts and try to conjure up an answer for her. "Perhaps.." I have to think, and use this time to smooth out her soft locks, almost shuddering from pleasure as she innocently rests her head in the crook of my neck."His love was not strong enough to fight the clutches of Death. Such a tragedy, really it is, my dearest Ever." I kiss her forehead, she looks up at me. Those damn tears flow down her face, making her look absolutely irresistible. Still fighting my inner demons, I kiss the tears away, letting the sweet salt linger on my lips. I want more. Need more. My demons are winning, and I'm so tempted to give in. Then, as a slap to get out of it and to stop her tears, I add, "It was obvious he loved you very much, and whomever the murderer might be shall not go unpunished. Will that please you?"
She merely nods, avoiding my eyes again. She sighs, finally stopping her tears, letting only her beating heart make a sound in this room. The bed is silent, the walls are silent, we are silent. In my mind two different voices yell at me. {God, she's too perfect, too ripe, and all yours. Take a deep bite.. So what if you are a king, a father, a husband?} Fighting back are these thoughts- {She is only alive thanks to your departed Novalei. It would break her heart, and damage your Everlasting if you do so much as touch her.} {Even the Everlasting start to crumble..} If her current state failed to show that, I don't know what would have. I bite my lip, and draw blood when those helpless, innocent eyes look back at me. She notices my wincing, and lifts her face to mine.
"My king, are you alright?"
I can't control myself any longer, and at that moment I place a firm but soft hand on her cheek, close in on those beautiful lips, and kiss her. Softly, only lasting a few short seconds. The devil in me wanted more, the father in me backed away to meet those emerald stones with my own, seeing well deserved confusion and fear. She chokes out a single word in a course whisper- "Father..?" Her voice sends me off the edge and I plummet deeper into those lips, still soft. Loving. Gentile. She does not blink, does not move, does not dare kiss back or pull away. I let my hands start to wander, push her down on the bed while my lips still keep their softness. Still no reaction, and that frustrates me. My kisses get rougher,and not even a whimper is extracted from her throat, those eyes emotionless and looking past me, through me. Unconsciously I start to sob, pin her down to the point of almost snapping those frail little wrists, begging for some kind of reaction. I let my lips part from hers.
"Please, child, react! Say anything, curse my name, tell me something! Move as if you were alive, not some sort of puppet!" My words are full sobs now, and I bury my face into her neck, letting the tears stain her light blue dress. Never have I felt so week, vulnerable. Never have I felt so heavy underneath a crown, to the point of sinking to the lowest pit of hell and bringing my Everlasting Love, my daughter, down with me. "Please.. Speak, Ever.."
Her voice is barely audible at first, yet grows stronger. "I'm.. afraid, my king. Not just for myself, b-but.." Tears threaten her eyes, yet stay away. "I'm terrified for you. This isn't the father I know.. the king I've come to respect. It scares me, sir." Her trembling voice is a match to her body, and atthe last word I feel the worst stab of guilt. I am not that King anymore, the fatherly King Miles who had taken care of both a child and a kingdom for fifteen years. No, I am someone different. Demonic. Crazy for the affection of the one person who I was bound to protect, the one person who the Almighty would strike me down for harming. Insane because, while the old ghost still begs me to let her be, I stick my middle finger to the Lord and don't fight off my desire.
I have to speak. "I know, my dearest daughter, and I cannot describe how sorry I feel." My bruised lip trembles. "Yet your silence, your lack of reaction, is not making this any easier!" Anger surges through me, enough to extract a yelp from her. I cringe and smile almost exactly the same time, bringing fear to her eyes. "That's right, my child.. My love.." I start to sob again, uncontrollably. "Whimper. Scream. Curse me off, fight back, hell, even enjoy it if you so wish! I don't care what or how you react by, but please, PLEASE, let me have this one night. And please don't be an unreadable stone.." I cannot look her in the eyes, I'm so ashamed, broken. This state lasts for close to five minutes when, ever so softly, my angel speaks.
"Miles.." The fear in her voice is overwhelming, and I cannot help but to look up at her. With the saddest smile she could muster, she lifts her face, closer, and as she kisses me a stray tear falls from her eye. With that one tear all of my reluctance, my doubts, and any possible pity was washed away, and a smile stains my face. Her kisses are sweet, soft. She accepts my tongue, my touch, my love, and I feel like more of a King than I have ever been. I am a man that had stole the crown from the former Miles.
How long I have been this new man is uncertain, but one thing I know for sure is the old Miles is
never coming back.
She turns her head away in shame, and I cannot help but smile, stroking her hair. "Why did this happen, my king?" I could sense my need intensify at the sound of her silky but disheartened voice, yet controlled myself. {You cannot give in. You cannot hurt her any more than you did. You killed her lo...} I couldn't even think the word without shades of green prickling my skin. He was not worthy of her love. Only I am, and she should only be loved by me. By me..
I choke down those thoughts and try to conjure up an answer for her. "Perhaps.." I have to think, and use this time to smooth out her soft locks, almost shuddering from pleasure as she innocently rests her head in the crook of my neck."His love was not strong enough to fight the clutches of Death. Such a tragedy, really it is, my dearest Ever." I kiss her forehead, she looks up at me. Those damn tears flow down her face, making her look absolutely irresistible. Still fighting my inner demons, I kiss the tears away, letting the sweet salt linger on my lips. I want more. Need more. My demons are winning, and I'm so tempted to give in. Then, as a slap to get out of it and to stop her tears, I add, "It was obvious he loved you very much, and whomever the murderer might be shall not go unpunished. Will that please you?"
She merely nods, avoiding my eyes again. She sighs, finally stopping her tears, letting only her beating heart make a sound in this room. The bed is silent, the walls are silent, we are silent. In my mind two different voices yell at me. {God, she's too perfect, too ripe, and all yours. Take a deep bite.. So what if you are a king, a father, a husband?} Fighting back are these thoughts- {She is only alive thanks to your departed Novalei. It would break her heart, and damage your Everlasting if you do so much as touch her.} {Even the Everlasting start to crumble..} If her current state failed to show that, I don't know what would have. I bite my lip, and draw blood when those helpless, innocent eyes look back at me. She notices my wincing, and lifts her face to mine.
"My king, are you alright?"
I can't control myself any longer, and at that moment I place a firm but soft hand on her cheek, close in on those beautiful lips, and kiss her. Softly, only lasting a few short seconds. The devil in me wanted more, the father in me backed away to meet those emerald stones with my own, seeing well deserved confusion and fear. She chokes out a single word in a course whisper- "Father..?" Her voice sends me off the edge and I plummet deeper into those lips, still soft. Loving. Gentile. She does not blink, does not move, does not dare kiss back or pull away. I let my hands start to wander, push her down on the bed while my lips still keep their softness. Still no reaction, and that frustrates me. My kisses get rougher,and not even a whimper is extracted from her throat, those eyes emotionless and looking past me, through me. Unconsciously I start to sob, pin her down to the point of almost snapping those frail little wrists, begging for some kind of reaction. I let my lips part from hers.
"Please, child, react! Say anything, curse my name, tell me something! Move as if you were alive, not some sort of puppet!" My words are full sobs now, and I bury my face into her neck, letting the tears stain her light blue dress. Never have I felt so week, vulnerable. Never have I felt so heavy underneath a crown, to the point of sinking to the lowest pit of hell and bringing my Everlasting Love, my daughter, down with me. "Please.. Speak, Ever.."
Her voice is barely audible at first, yet grows stronger. "I'm.. afraid, my king. Not just for myself, b-but.." Tears threaten her eyes, yet stay away. "I'm terrified for you. This isn't the father I know.. the king I've come to respect. It scares me, sir." Her trembling voice is a match to her body, and atthe last word I feel the worst stab of guilt. I am not that King anymore, the fatherly King Miles who had taken care of both a child and a kingdom for fifteen years. No, I am someone different. Demonic. Crazy for the affection of the one person who I was bound to protect, the one person who the Almighty would strike me down for harming. Insane because, while the old ghost still begs me to let her be, I stick my middle finger to the Lord and don't fight off my desire.
I have to speak. "I know, my dearest daughter, and I cannot describe how sorry I feel." My bruised lip trembles. "Yet your silence, your lack of reaction, is not making this any easier!" Anger surges through me, enough to extract a yelp from her. I cringe and smile almost exactly the same time, bringing fear to her eyes. "That's right, my child.. My love.." I start to sob again, uncontrollably. "Whimper. Scream. Curse me off, fight back, hell, even enjoy it if you so wish! I don't care what or how you react by, but please, PLEASE, let me have this one night. And please don't be an unreadable stone.." I cannot look her in the eyes, I'm so ashamed, broken. This state lasts for close to five minutes when, ever so softly, my angel speaks.
"Miles.." The fear in her voice is overwhelming, and I cannot help but to look up at her. With the saddest smile she could muster, she lifts her face, closer, and as she kisses me a stray tear falls from her eye. With that one tear all of my reluctance, my doubts, and any possible pity was washed away, and a smile stains my face. Her kisses are sweet, soft. She accepts my tongue, my touch, my love, and I feel like more of a King than I have ever been. I am a man that had stole the crown from the former Miles.
How long I have been this new man is uncertain, but one thing I know for sure is the old Miles is
never coming back.
Friday, March 23, 2012
Venom- Prologue, Chapter one, and Author's note.
Prologue:
I have never seen someone as beautiful as her. With flawless skin and emerald eyes that held all of nature’s wonders in them, she might as well be an angel smiling down from heaven. God, her smile could melt a sinner’s heart, bring an ill man back to his feet. She is mine, and I plan to keep it that way. Her blood is too precious for anyone to spill; her innocence is too valuable for anyone to take.
Anyone, except myself. I will warn you now, if you are expecting a light-hearted tale, you are mistaken. This story is my own, about my plan to obtain the most forbidden, luscious fruit in all of Kaarme.
My daughter, Ever.
Chapter One:My Wife
I did not expect things to be this way. I loved my daughter, but in a respectable, normal manner in which I would guide her through life and share my knowledge of the kingdom. For the first year of her precious life I was all she had, as her mother had died while giving birth, and it was not until I remarried that Kaarme had a new queen. Relle was a peace offering from the King of a neighboring country, and though a very respectable and upright woman, it was obvious her only care was my child, her newfound daughter. So while she neglected my bed she was teaching our dearest Ever how to read and write, how to sing, and of course played with the child. I could see that both she and my child were genuinely happy, and so the lady’s nonexistent love for me did not bother me in the least.
There would be days that Relle would see me in my chamber, yet very few. She most often saw to her duties as queen while I did my own, and I gave her the freedom she desired without any questions. She was my wife without being my wife. She could never be my wife.
My wife, my true love, was the most beautiful creature in all of Kaarme, both physically and spiritually. She had an opinion and was not afraid to speak it,and was adventurous, unlike the other women I have met. We met when I was 16, at a banquet my father held to celebrate a war victory. She was the daughter of a blacksmith, and knew some of the art herself. She used that to make a sword, and so when I met her she had the weapon sheathed underneath her skirt. Bumping into her accidently caused the sword to clatter to the ground, and I looked at her with interest. I’ll never forget her first words: “Forgive me my prince, but this event is most boring, don’t you think so?” She daintily picked up the cased sword and with a smile looked over the curtain tied back with a rope, right next to one of my father’s followers. “I’ve just welded it today. I wonder if it is sharp enough?” She lead me along to the curtain while we whispered and giggled, then asked me if I would like to do the honors. “As it was crafted by your beautiful hands, how could I refuse?” I unsheathed the instrument from its flowered case and admire it’s craftsmanship before putting it to the test. The rope split with just one swing and the curtain attacked the old man, making us both erupt in laughter. We ran all the way to the garden to avoid being caught, and I felt such a rush with this complete stranger, her hand softly tucked beneath mine. The scent of violet caressed my nose as we came to a stop, almost falling on top of each other. I help her stabilize and take in her beauty, smiling as faint blush roses her cheeks. She returns the smile, then she speaks, “Please tell me, my prince. What is the name of such a bold man?”
I laugh. “The name is Miles. And who is this lovely lady whose boldness matches my own?” her smile is breathtaking, and the song her voice plays echoes for a lifetime in my mind.
“Her name would be Novalei.”
Novalei. As if a star had been kissed by the most beautiful of skies, like the first star seen as the sun sets, she was more vibrant than any other girl my father would have introduced me to. Though being the daughter of a blacksmith in a warring country brought her some nobility, my father was more concerned with finding me a daughter of a general or a neighboring country and so he would not have accepted her with ease. And my mother could not be persuaded. “A lady fit for a prince should be proper, obedient and not know any duties but how to present themselves.” She always told me. “I would rather you marry a proper peasant- ha, if such a thing existed! - than a ruffian blacksmith like her.”
Obviously I would not listen to such words, and snuck out of the kingdom to see her. Sometimes we would go back to her home and she would teach me how to create a weapon, other times we would prank villagers while in disguise and laugh our days away. There were even times when she allowed me to treat her to roses or a nice meal. Whatever we did was perfect only because it was us, my dearest star and I, doing whatever we pleased. She trusted me as I trusted her, and we would spend nights hiding in the blacksmith shed, hand in hand, her head on my shoulder and share stories. Each word out of her mouth was a blessing to my ears, and the silent moments were just as blissful. I kissed her the night of her 17th year in that very shed. Her response, how melodic, “I will never let another pair of lips find my own after tonight, my prince. My dearest Miles, I am yours.” I could not reply I was so moved, so glad that my gem was mine alone. I made sure that was not the last time we would kiss.
I also made sure that it would indeed be her lips I would have against mine on my wedding day. After constantly stating my case to my father and even introducing them formally and making my love known, he could not refuse my request. Even if he did I would still have married my Novalei no matter what it took. How happy was she to be accepted by my father, that in her joy she even made my mother warm up to her. We would marry when we were both of eighteen years, as would we have our child.
And as would my world be shattered.
Author's Note: This story is based off of two characters I had used for an Epic Poem in my English class, only without the supernatural aspect(Ever had the ability to control and destroy things with her singing), not told in the form of poetry, and with a less sadistic Miles(known as Dante in the poem). I wanted to create a normal character who turned twisted because of lost love, and show the fall of man using it. It also shows how vulnerable everyone is. I hope to continue this and get even more inside of Miles' mind. I hope, in all honesty, those who read this can connect with Miles in some way. I know I can.
I have never seen someone as beautiful as her. With flawless skin and emerald eyes that held all of nature’s wonders in them, she might as well be an angel smiling down from heaven. God, her smile could melt a sinner’s heart, bring an ill man back to his feet. She is mine, and I plan to keep it that way. Her blood is too precious for anyone to spill; her innocence is too valuable for anyone to take.
Anyone, except myself. I will warn you now, if you are expecting a light-hearted tale, you are mistaken. This story is my own, about my plan to obtain the most forbidden, luscious fruit in all of Kaarme.
My daughter, Ever.
Chapter One:My Wife
I did not expect things to be this way. I loved my daughter, but in a respectable, normal manner in which I would guide her through life and share my knowledge of the kingdom. For the first year of her precious life I was all she had, as her mother had died while giving birth, and it was not until I remarried that Kaarme had a new queen. Relle was a peace offering from the King of a neighboring country, and though a very respectable and upright woman, it was obvious her only care was my child, her newfound daughter. So while she neglected my bed she was teaching our dearest Ever how to read and write, how to sing, and of course played with the child. I could see that both she and my child were genuinely happy, and so the lady’s nonexistent love for me did not bother me in the least.
There would be days that Relle would see me in my chamber, yet very few. She most often saw to her duties as queen while I did my own, and I gave her the freedom she desired without any questions. She was my wife without being my wife. She could never be my wife.
My wife, my true love, was the most beautiful creature in all of Kaarme, both physically and spiritually. She had an opinion and was not afraid to speak it,and was adventurous, unlike the other women I have met. We met when I was 16, at a banquet my father held to celebrate a war victory. She was the daughter of a blacksmith, and knew some of the art herself. She used that to make a sword, and so when I met her she had the weapon sheathed underneath her skirt. Bumping into her accidently caused the sword to clatter to the ground, and I looked at her with interest. I’ll never forget her first words: “Forgive me my prince, but this event is most boring, don’t you think so?” She daintily picked up the cased sword and with a smile looked over the curtain tied back with a rope, right next to one of my father’s followers. “I’ve just welded it today. I wonder if it is sharp enough?” She lead me along to the curtain while we whispered and giggled, then asked me if I would like to do the honors. “As it was crafted by your beautiful hands, how could I refuse?” I unsheathed the instrument from its flowered case and admire it’s craftsmanship before putting it to the test. The rope split with just one swing and the curtain attacked the old man, making us both erupt in laughter. We ran all the way to the garden to avoid being caught, and I felt such a rush with this complete stranger, her hand softly tucked beneath mine. The scent of violet caressed my nose as we came to a stop, almost falling on top of each other. I help her stabilize and take in her beauty, smiling as faint blush roses her cheeks. She returns the smile, then she speaks, “Please tell me, my prince. What is the name of such a bold man?”
I laugh. “The name is Miles. And who is this lovely lady whose boldness matches my own?” her smile is breathtaking, and the song her voice plays echoes for a lifetime in my mind.
“Her name would be Novalei.”
Novalei. As if a star had been kissed by the most beautiful of skies, like the first star seen as the sun sets, she was more vibrant than any other girl my father would have introduced me to. Though being the daughter of a blacksmith in a warring country brought her some nobility, my father was more concerned with finding me a daughter of a general or a neighboring country and so he would not have accepted her with ease. And my mother could not be persuaded. “A lady fit for a prince should be proper, obedient and not know any duties but how to present themselves.” She always told me. “I would rather you marry a proper peasant- ha, if such a thing existed! - than a ruffian blacksmith like her.”
Obviously I would not listen to such words, and snuck out of the kingdom to see her. Sometimes we would go back to her home and she would teach me how to create a weapon, other times we would prank villagers while in disguise and laugh our days away. There were even times when she allowed me to treat her to roses or a nice meal. Whatever we did was perfect only because it was us, my dearest star and I, doing whatever we pleased. She trusted me as I trusted her, and we would spend nights hiding in the blacksmith shed, hand in hand, her head on my shoulder and share stories. Each word out of her mouth was a blessing to my ears, and the silent moments were just as blissful. I kissed her the night of her 17th year in that very shed. Her response, how melodic, “I will never let another pair of lips find my own after tonight, my prince. My dearest Miles, I am yours.” I could not reply I was so moved, so glad that my gem was mine alone. I made sure that was not the last time we would kiss.
I also made sure that it would indeed be her lips I would have against mine on my wedding day. After constantly stating my case to my father and even introducing them formally and making my love known, he could not refuse my request. Even if he did I would still have married my Novalei no matter what it took. How happy was she to be accepted by my father, that in her joy she even made my mother warm up to her. We would marry when we were both of eighteen years, as would we have our child.
And as would my world be shattered.
Author's Note: This story is based off of two characters I had used for an Epic Poem in my English class, only without the supernatural aspect(Ever had the ability to control and destroy things with her singing), not told in the form of poetry, and with a less sadistic Miles(known as Dante in the poem). I wanted to create a normal character who turned twisted because of lost love, and show the fall of man using it. It also shows how vulnerable everyone is. I hope to continue this and get even more inside of Miles' mind. I hope, in all honesty, those who read this can connect with Miles in some way. I know I can.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
26
That's how old my sister will be in less than an hour.
Kind of scary, huh? A is 26, been out of the house since she was 18, is a hard-working mother of three and trying to become an author.
She's responsible, a sweetheart. Not the brightest, but still does whatever she needs to to take care ofher children.
Will I end up like her? Not that that's really a bad thing. I mean, minus marrying a bastard and having to slave over 2 jobs and being a mother two a 4 year old, a 3 year old and a kid not even 1.
I never was one for marriage or children. Was one of the only girls I knew who didn't fantasize about her wedding. I always told myself I'd adopt, find someone who I can be with without the legality of marriage.
I know, however, I won't be anything like my other sister, Cee. Cee worked her ass off to become an 8th grade science teacher. Found a boyfriend who is perfect for her, and everything's very slowly falling into place.
No, I don't think I'd ever be that lucky. I may not be completely dumb, I know responsibility, and I do have ambition. But I also have illnesses. Physical, Mental, more Mental than anything. I'll probably die of insanity before I even make it through college.
I've decided to, like A, not go straight to college. But I'm not going to just settle down, have a kid or three. Okay, that's a bit harsh. But what I mean is, I want to just work my ass off at my job this year. Save up for college, learn how to manage a house. Spend time with 1.
1 and I have become very close in the past 8 months. We've always been close, but it's getting even more complex. I feel myself forgetting about everything but him, relationship wise. We've never had a fight, or lack of trust. I've never doubted him, even now, and I'm sure he never doubted me. He has no reason to. I don't think I would ever be able to be unfaithful to someone as amazing as him.
Honestly, it got to the point where marriage actually did cross my mind. Marriage, settling in together. Haven't thought about kids yet, don't think I ever want to. But I could see us, a happy couple. We both work during days, get home, I'd make supper and we'd talk about each others day. Maybe cuddle up and watch a movie, play video games together or even go out for a walk. I would wake up the next morning, prepare a breakfast for the both of us, gently stir him awake with a kiss on the cheek and we'd spend a few minutes in eachother's arms before I have to go to work.
It would be simple, wonderful. I haven't really spoke anything about this, though. I try not to- I try not to say anything that might scare either of us. I guess he's the same way, really.
It's funny how, even when I was with 2, or 3, or even 1 when we first dated, I always had it set on my mind that I would go to college, become a translator, over to Japan. Wouldn't let a relationship interfere with that. Even when I was head-over-heels in love with 2, I still had my business future in mind.
I don't know what it is, making me change my mind. But I'm not too sure I'm concerned with my decisions.
Kind of scary, huh? A is 26, been out of the house since she was 18, is a hard-working mother of three and trying to become an author.
She's responsible, a sweetheart. Not the brightest, but still does whatever she needs to to take care ofher children.
Will I end up like her? Not that that's really a bad thing. I mean, minus marrying a bastard and having to slave over 2 jobs and being a mother two a 4 year old, a 3 year old and a kid not even 1.
I never was one for marriage or children. Was one of the only girls I knew who didn't fantasize about her wedding. I always told myself I'd adopt, find someone who I can be with without the legality of marriage.
I know, however, I won't be anything like my other sister, Cee. Cee worked her ass off to become an 8th grade science teacher. Found a boyfriend who is perfect for her, and everything's very slowly falling into place.
No, I don't think I'd ever be that lucky. I may not be completely dumb, I know responsibility, and I do have ambition. But I also have illnesses. Physical, Mental, more Mental than anything. I'll probably die of insanity before I even make it through college.
I've decided to, like A, not go straight to college. But I'm not going to just settle down, have a kid or three. Okay, that's a bit harsh. But what I mean is, I want to just work my ass off at my job this year. Save up for college, learn how to manage a house. Spend time with 1.
1 and I have become very close in the past 8 months. We've always been close, but it's getting even more complex. I feel myself forgetting about everything but him, relationship wise. We've never had a fight, or lack of trust. I've never doubted him, even now, and I'm sure he never doubted me. He has no reason to. I don't think I would ever be able to be unfaithful to someone as amazing as him.
Honestly, it got to the point where marriage actually did cross my mind. Marriage, settling in together. Haven't thought about kids yet, don't think I ever want to. But I could see us, a happy couple. We both work during days, get home, I'd make supper and we'd talk about each others day. Maybe cuddle up and watch a movie, play video games together or even go out for a walk. I would wake up the next morning, prepare a breakfast for the both of us, gently stir him awake with a kiss on the cheek and we'd spend a few minutes in eachother's arms before I have to go to work.
It would be simple, wonderful. I haven't really spoke anything about this, though. I try not to- I try not to say anything that might scare either of us. I guess he's the same way, really.
It's funny how, even when I was with 2, or 3, or even 1 when we first dated, I always had it set on my mind that I would go to college, become a translator, over to Japan. Wouldn't let a relationship interfere with that. Even when I was head-over-heels in love with 2, I still had my business future in mind.
I don't know what it is, making me change my mind. But I'm not too sure I'm concerned with my decisions.
Heart, have you forgotten how the sun smiles,
birds whisper songs of spring love,
while you are with someone whose eyes are just
as bright, if not brighter, than the starburst's grin?
Heart, have you not finally released the snake's coil,
the immature villain whose heart was pure before you
corrupted it, before he corrupted you with promises
of lust and believing you were his and that was it?
Heart, are you at all reluctant of the forgotten memories
of a firework shared only summers ago, a firework lasting three months
in which the only thing you can remember with ease is
the name of this spark, and not a thing more or him or the once 'we'?
Heart,what means all of this? Have you disconnected with the mind,
leaving the good memories behind, the bad lingering like smoke,
and the present but a faint gleam when you are not alone in the dark?
Have you been consumed my too much love, or too many lies?
birds whisper songs of spring love,
while you are with someone whose eyes are just
as bright, if not brighter, than the starburst's grin?
Heart, have you not finally released the snake's coil,
the immature villain whose heart was pure before you
corrupted it, before he corrupted you with promises
of lust and believing you were his and that was it?
Heart, are you at all reluctant of the forgotten memories
of a firework shared only summers ago, a firework lasting three months
in which the only thing you can remember with ease is
the name of this spark, and not a thing more or him or the once 'we'?
Heart,what means all of this? Have you disconnected with the mind,
leaving the good memories behind, the bad lingering like smoke,
and the present but a faint gleam when you are not alone in the dark?
Have you been consumed my too much love, or too many lies?
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