"Time Marches On"
SpellSong
Time: Somewhere nearing Noon
Places: Real: HFC room bed
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OTHER: lost in the reeling mind
"I remember this little girl who used to play tea by herself, with her sister, all alone. She would sip tea from one plastic cup, while the other was left untouched. She played dolls alone, with her sister, and hopscotch, ball, all sorts of games. Of course she played with her brother, they were inseparable, the three of them, only the two. They played games, and read stories, took baths and knew happiness. And no one believed she was real. She was dead they told the children. We're sorry, they said. But she was there and they were happy, you know what I mean?"
Casse voice was growing more childlike by the second, as from where she stood, she was seemingly loosing age again in appearance, becoming younger and younger as years and height melted from her figure, her voice like a child telling a story as she watched the wispy woman.
"That was the last time she really remembers being happy so much and safe, but there was a another time. There was. You should have seen her, smiling and happy. Her heart open and free and over flowing, filled with joy."
"She couldn't been an adult even yet then, years had past, double since that time, almost triple even but not exactly that yet. She'd been mixed with a rough crowd, she was still too sweet, too soft then, and they got her for it. Left her for dead. Uh-huh, they did. They left her for dead, or atleast they thought they did; but nope they tossed her into the waves and things that float, hollow objects, well they keep floating till something gets in their way or they find land and powers that tingle don't like to let go, neither. Nope, nope, they don't."
"And ya know what? That exactly what that little girl did. She hit land, but something else hit her first so when she hit land she couldn't remember who she was at all. Not a name or a past at all, but these nice people found her. Called her "Tusani", meaning little lost child. They took her in, made her one of their own and she was happy. So happy for a while. There was freedom and love and peace and joy beyond anything she'd known in real life in forever and would ever know again. But things went bad like they always do, and in the end it all got blown.
Again."
"Well, she came to and began to realize things she'd never realized or been able to accept. She was the living replica of him. He who named her after the moon. She did though figure why he might have named her as such after a while. Her daddy after so long and so much, she determined, must have grown to love the moon. He lost so many things, like many people often do, that he must have grown to reverie in an odd sense the fact no matter where he went or what he did there she was always there, always watching him."
"That beauty shrouded in silver coloring and white light, always there, and no one could ever take her away. No one at all. So he first appreciated and then loved her…and then he named his next littlest love after her. His Akiko Tsuki, or Child Moon. His newest little love from the moment he'd known of her existence."
"She, this person who tried to be so original, began to realize she was a copy. A copy of the man she had loved, abhorred, cherished, hated, and respected. She had grown to realize she couldn't control it and couldn't always even control herself. She, the one who hated the loss of control anywhere in her life, couldn't control herself or her darker emotions at all. She lost control for whole periods of time, she couldn't even gain control through her will at all her emotions, instincts riding her easily."
"She was happier alone. Not confiding or being loved or needed by others. Those were liabilities. She was a loner by choice and by preference. And surely enough, she realized she grown up to be exactly what she told herself she'd never be. Like him. She was her fathers daughter down to the mark, and it hurt and terrified her both, but more than anything she began to mourn that it was not going to be she to take anything into her and be like her mother. That was what tore her up the most."
"She was her fathers daughter. Not her mothers."
"But, ya see missa, that took her all of five seconds of sanity gained to realize as her eyes took in the blood that dappled her pretty blue colored looking hand like a thick creamy sauce or something coating another thing. She was mesmerized, by it though, just glistening and shinning on her fingers, her normal glow giving it an odd shimmer of dark around it though, mesmerized by the color, the texture, and the scent. The completeness of it, like something she'd never ever seen or heard about in her life."
"It was hers and theirs…a mixed letting almost that way is ran across her hand and palm from her fingers in dark congealed rivulets, her staring at it all in awe…like it was so fancy new miracle of the nonexistent lord as she'd put it."
"And so the girl, this youthful teenager still, brought said hand even closer to her face examining it, and even closer still perhaps she thought it was her imagination or a fever dream. Still closer, till the tip of her tongue ran delicately, soft as silk, against the top pad of her middle finger, so that where her lips touched the sides of the finger so briefly they were stained red, too."
"It was warm, just come from a life source. Thick, congealing, sliding down her throat almost without recognition excepts things were changing within her, too. Her eyes, well they cleared to this clarity state where they almost couldn't' go unnoticed, this awe inspiring bright blue like the sky or maybe even like that clear lake behind mista Xavier's big house in the way early morning when the sun just lights it on fire with the blueness of the sky."
"So long she'd been floating through life, struggling to assert herself without her family, almost a year maybe two then, and this was where she ended up. In a town where no one was who they seemed ever, just being whom ever they wanted to be now. So there she stood, within a bar, The Princess Bar, speckled and splattered more with their blood than her own."
"The only person left standing. The only one besides the bar tender, Belle, alive."
"She was the victor."
"She was her fathers daughter, right down to the bloody fucking mark."
"She was his alone."
Little Casse looked up taking a pause. She couldn't have been more than six years of age in appearance, now wearing a pair of dark blue jean overalls, a Rainbow Bears T-shirt, shoeless red socked feet, and two long twin braids down her back that reached halfway down her back. Her eyes seemed to sparkle though as she continued on her words, talking like she was telling a story she had heard somewhere.
"So ya know what she did next, missa Jenna? You do? Yeah, me, too."
"She took off to a land she hadn't touched foot on in forever, as if she had before she might burn up. Still she kept going past the crumbled walls and on to the graveyard which no longer exsisted, to the two mounds which really weren't even marked at all anymore and she sat there for hours as the sun set beyond her, just staring at the last standing corner of the long fleeting head stone, as the rain began to fall. And she sat there as the rain began to fall first light then harder, not moving from that spot…"
"Pretending it was the rain which whipped her cheeks trying to escape that soft flesh, falling as fast as it could and not her tears."
"And the kitty was there, too. You remember? Rejar? With all the sleek black fur and those dashing beautiful commanding eyes, and sensual movements, which made any who saw him know he was in charge of whatever happened to him? Yeah, he was there. Watching. Waiting. His eyes not moving. Not comforting. Just keeping the promise."
*************
Place: Back in the Real World HFC Room
Suddenly, barely two seconds after the bare whisper of the man near her, though she heard it not even in the slightest, her vitals jumped. Jumped completely and kept rising. Close to normal. Normal. Going Higher. Her body began to shake suddenly. Higher Still. Reaching a higher critical. Her vitals were becoming high enough that here breathing was coming in fast medium soft pants and her heart was beating so fast it might have been able in induce heart attack or cardiac arrest soon.
SpellSong
Time: Somewhere nearing Noon
Places: Real: HFC room bed
****************
OTHER: lost in the reeling mind
"I remember this little girl who used to play tea by herself, with her sister, all alone. She would sip tea from one plastic cup, while the other was left untouched. She played dolls alone, with her sister, and hopscotch, ball, all sorts of games. Of course she played with her brother, they were inseparable, the three of them, only the two. They played games, and read stories, took baths and knew happiness. And no one believed she was real. She was dead they told the children. We're sorry, they said. But she was there and they were happy, you know what I mean?"
Casse voice was growing more childlike by the second, as from where she stood, she was seemingly loosing age again in appearance, becoming younger and younger as years and height melted from her figure, her voice like a child telling a story as she watched the wispy woman.
"That was the last time she really remembers being happy so much and safe, but there was a another time. There was. You should have seen her, smiling and happy. Her heart open and free and over flowing, filled with joy."
"She couldn't been an adult even yet then, years had past, double since that time, almost triple even but not exactly that yet. She'd been mixed with a rough crowd, she was still too sweet, too soft then, and they got her for it. Left her for dead. Uh-huh, they did. They left her for dead, or atleast they thought they did; but nope they tossed her into the waves and things that float, hollow objects, well they keep floating till something gets in their way or they find land and powers that tingle don't like to let go, neither. Nope, nope, they don't."
"And ya know what? That exactly what that little girl did. She hit land, but something else hit her first so when she hit land she couldn't remember who she was at all. Not a name or a past at all, but these nice people found her. Called her "Tusani", meaning little lost child. They took her in, made her one of their own and she was happy. So happy for a while. There was freedom and love and peace and joy beyond anything she'd known in real life in forever and would ever know again. But things went bad like they always do, and in the end it all got blown.
Again."
"Well, she came to and began to realize things she'd never realized or been able to accept. She was the living replica of him. He who named her after the moon. She did though figure why he might have named her as such after a while. Her daddy after so long and so much, she determined, must have grown to love the moon. He lost so many things, like many people often do, that he must have grown to reverie in an odd sense the fact no matter where he went or what he did there she was always there, always watching him."
"That beauty shrouded in silver coloring and white light, always there, and no one could ever take her away. No one at all. So he first appreciated and then loved her…and then he named his next littlest love after her. His Akiko Tsuki, or Child Moon. His newest little love from the moment he'd known of her existence."
"She, this person who tried to be so original, began to realize she was a copy. A copy of the man she had loved, abhorred, cherished, hated, and respected. She had grown to realize she couldn't control it and couldn't always even control herself. She, the one who hated the loss of control anywhere in her life, couldn't control herself or her darker emotions at all. She lost control for whole periods of time, she couldn't even gain control through her will at all her emotions, instincts riding her easily."
"She was happier alone. Not confiding or being loved or needed by others. Those were liabilities. She was a loner by choice and by preference. And surely enough, she realized she grown up to be exactly what she told herself she'd never be. Like him. She was her fathers daughter down to the mark, and it hurt and terrified her both, but more than anything she began to mourn that it was not going to be she to take anything into her and be like her mother. That was what tore her up the most."
"She was her fathers daughter. Not her mothers."
"But, ya see missa, that took her all of five seconds of sanity gained to realize as her eyes took in the blood that dappled her pretty blue colored looking hand like a thick creamy sauce or something coating another thing. She was mesmerized, by it though, just glistening and shinning on her fingers, her normal glow giving it an odd shimmer of dark around it though, mesmerized by the color, the texture, and the scent. The completeness of it, like something she'd never ever seen or heard about in her life."
"It was hers and theirs…a mixed letting almost that way is ran across her hand and palm from her fingers in dark congealed rivulets, her staring at it all in awe…like it was so fancy new miracle of the nonexistent lord as she'd put it."
"And so the girl, this youthful teenager still, brought said hand even closer to her face examining it, and even closer still perhaps she thought it was her imagination or a fever dream. Still closer, till the tip of her tongue ran delicately, soft as silk, against the top pad of her middle finger, so that where her lips touched the sides of the finger so briefly they were stained red, too."
"It was warm, just come from a life source. Thick, congealing, sliding down her throat almost without recognition excepts things were changing within her, too. Her eyes, well they cleared to this clarity state where they almost couldn't' go unnoticed, this awe inspiring bright blue like the sky or maybe even like that clear lake behind mista Xavier's big house in the way early morning when the sun just lights it on fire with the blueness of the sky."
"So long she'd been floating through life, struggling to assert herself without her family, almost a year maybe two then, and this was where she ended up. In a town where no one was who they seemed ever, just being whom ever they wanted to be now. So there she stood, within a bar, The Princess Bar, speckled and splattered more with their blood than her own."
"The only person left standing. The only one besides the bar tender, Belle, alive."
"She was the victor."
"She was her fathers daughter, right down to the bloody fucking mark."
"She was his alone."
Little Casse looked up taking a pause. She couldn't have been more than six years of age in appearance, now wearing a pair of dark blue jean overalls, a Rainbow Bears T-shirt, shoeless red socked feet, and two long twin braids down her back that reached halfway down her back. Her eyes seemed to sparkle though as she continued on her words, talking like she was telling a story she had heard somewhere.
"So ya know what she did next, missa Jenna? You do? Yeah, me, too."
"She took off to a land she hadn't touched foot on in forever, as if she had before she might burn up. Still she kept going past the crumbled walls and on to the graveyard which no longer exsisted, to the two mounds which really weren't even marked at all anymore and she sat there for hours as the sun set beyond her, just staring at the last standing corner of the long fleeting head stone, as the rain began to fall. And she sat there as the rain began to fall first light then harder, not moving from that spot…"
"Pretending it was the rain which whipped her cheeks trying to escape that soft flesh, falling as fast as it could and not her tears."
"And the kitty was there, too. You remember? Rejar? With all the sleek black fur and those dashing beautiful commanding eyes, and sensual movements, which made any who saw him know he was in charge of whatever happened to him? Yeah, he was there. Watching. Waiting. His eyes not moving. Not comforting. Just keeping the promise."
*************
Place: Back in the Real World HFC Room
Suddenly, barely two seconds after the bare whisper of the man near her, though she heard it not even in the slightest, her vitals jumped. Jumped completely and kept rising. Close to normal. Normal. Going Higher. Her body began to shake suddenly. Higher Still. Reaching a higher critical. Her vitals were becoming high enough that here breathing was coming in fast medium soft pants and her heart was beating so fast it might have been able in induce heart attack or cardiac arrest soon.
