"You've…..Sent Mail" Part 1
((NPC-Gangerz/only by mention))
SpellSong left without even a backwards glance, knowing she ~would~ in fact have to return at a point, should she ever need to reclaim the favor she had in the stock of Sebastion Shaw. She wasn't worried at all. She rarely worried as it was, if ever she truly did. Worry took up much too much precious time she could spend wheedling, killing or filling up what was still there to fill from lapses of life so far.
Her steps were those of nothing; no reality, no depth. She could have been walking on air for all the sound it never made. While her thoughts of accord were loud enough to be heard forever distances away, aside from the fact her mind could never touch the astral plane, though she has been there once. Never to go back. She shivered a bit at the thought of Jennifer Marie's words again.
She couldn't. She swore years ago she'd never look at the Castle of the Damned again, ever. But what of pledges made before birth and in the wake of first touches at life? She'd never broken the two life long sworn promises ever, but this one treaded the thin line, which caught the insanity and the shit in her mind. That was like walking on hot coals because she wanted black skin like sin instead of pale white of angel wings and innocent roses.
SpellSong looked up again. Hmm, no ---- Ahhh! There it was. A wisp of a smile touched her lips and her finger continued to fold the simple piece of paper in her hand, still holding an envelope in the other. The letter of black manuscript calligraphic cursive writing folded into it's self and into the envelope as Casse slipped around the back of the building silently.
A few minutes later she slipped on to the roof, amid the stone figure gargoyles, and swirling night air. It wasn't cold or warm to her really, as her body was always at a mediated temperature she was very used to unless, her whole body was falling out of synch. Not often, but terrible consequences when it did. It made up for all the lack of changing temps she'd decided.
"By Bel I come, Gangerz."
Her voice was stern as she glanced up at the stars, closing them momentarily to set a cigarette to her lips, and light it. She took a deep inhale, before opening her eyes. Her dark blue eyes flashed a second as they opened on the stars as she took them in. Thank the goddess- it was only dark moon now, so she didn't have to gaze upon the facets of the gorgeous glowing orb of light which hung within the sky.
SpellSong's eyes traced down to the top of the city, as she let out a thing curl of white smoke between her lips, even though it was now silver tinted. She watched it curl up and away from her as she began to tap the toe of one of her boots annoyedly.
"I'm waiting already."
After all, she could reckon a few more patients yes. . if the lord could quit, Christ could fake a resurrection, the devil could be killed without being touched, and heaven could be fucked...yes, she could muster patients a few seconds longer. Wasn't like the world was going to fall apart under her toes. Well, not at this second exactly, she thought as she blew out another curl of smoke, letting the nicotine settle into her still damaged system worsening things.
to be continued as always
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"You've…..Sent Mail" Part 2
((NPC-Gangerz))
"TALK!!!!" she yelled at the medium statuette in an attacking position, that could have been about her height or taller would it have been a standing. "Okay, I've waited long enough for you to find the lost city of Atlantis, look little fucke-"
"In the beginning when God created the Heaven and Earth…the Earth was first unformed and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the spirit that was God moved upon the face of the waters. God said let there be light and there was light. And God saw it was good." The stony figures mouth had being to move without warning. "And god divided the light from the darkness; calling light day and dark night. And this was the first day. God said let there be an expanse in the midst of the waters that may divide waters from waters….and it was so and god called this expanse sky. And this was the sec-"
"Woah! Halt Desist, stone dust, zilchy" Casse reprimanded him almost harshly as she would anyone loosing her patience quickly. "I've heard it zillion times. The land, the Goddess's Chalkdyrie guardians, the fight in heaven, the fall, the Grigori. Now, your gonna stop babbling your ugly poetic nonsense now, or your going to get punched and while that won't damage you, and only skin my fingers knuckles, I know it will annoy you, Gangerz, and we both know you don't want to see me annoyed again."
The gargoyle, moved, still perched, his eyes narrowing on her almost dangerously, but she was shrugging it off, as he moved, crouching to look her in the eyes, barely a few spaces apart.
"Child-Casse should be more careful how she talks to the Guardians of Whispers. They hold her secrets, too."
SpellSong's eyes narrowed on him, almost to slits. Her name, Blasted bastard knew that was something personal and people -or stone immortals- dangling strings in front of her face, needed to be burned a time or two more often than they ever got it.
"Your pot hole needs fixing with a bloody quasing," she spat out at him, though she pulled out a long thin white envelope, trusting it up at him.
"By Bel, I demanded you send it. Now."
The figure stayed silent his eyes wary as he took in the note again. He couldn't renig on the sworn promise or oaths given of the Seraphi to their chosen, as he was quite fond of his head, and she knew it. A bright swam of light engulfed them both suddenly and it chilled the air, sucking away her chance to keep herself normal and gave her Goosebumps across all her pale bluish flesh.
When the lights was gone the figure was back in place and swirl of pure white feather swirled near where SpellSong had held out the leather and they began to spiral towards the skies. She watched silently, noting and ignoring Gangerz silence. The idiot. She watched the feathers swirl as places a silver speckle by his foot and lit herself a second cigarette as her first had vanished in the bright light again, and as always…..and she thought on the letter as she watched the feathers on into the night sky till they vanished.
~*~*~*
Patric,
A year has passed since the last of this, and you have worried and for that I send my fondest apologies. You know you are the one person I don't wish to worry or be sad on the now or of living things of the past which you and I can not, dare not change. You know what ever can be left of my heart was, is, always left to your sound keeping.
I won't accost you either the details of what has happened between the now and the then when we said our good-byes in Italy beneath the wild wandering moon, accept to say I have once more seen our beautiful Jennifer Marie and she seems well among the angels beyond. I hope you have seen our beautiful sister soon if not only in the dreams like we had forever and a day as innocent, naïve and gentle children.
As you will forever be. Be well, my dearest and brave, strong Patty, and send your lovely Jenaveave and little Marie my love weather they understand it or not; or simply keep it for yourself, for your own gentle happiness, for no one in my eyes will ever, has ever, deserved it as much.
Till the crumble of the moon touches the shore it so pulls,
Chiiaski Tuski,
Casse
~*~*~*
SpellSong watched the feathers swirl as they began dots and stars, winging their way in her harsh silence as she breathed in the nicotine and turned away from the release and began her climb down the building. A stop in back at the big place, and maybe she'd take the advice of an angel to her ear. Her angel.
((NPC-Gangerz/only by mention))
SpellSong left without even a backwards glance, knowing she ~would~ in fact have to return at a point, should she ever need to reclaim the favor she had in the stock of Sebastion Shaw. She wasn't worried at all. She rarely worried as it was, if ever she truly did. Worry took up much too much precious time she could spend wheedling, killing or filling up what was still there to fill from lapses of life so far.
Her steps were those of nothing; no reality, no depth. She could have been walking on air for all the sound it never made. While her thoughts of accord were loud enough to be heard forever distances away, aside from the fact her mind could never touch the astral plane, though she has been there once. Never to go back. She shivered a bit at the thought of Jennifer Marie's words again.
She couldn't. She swore years ago she'd never look at the Castle of the Damned again, ever. But what of pledges made before birth and in the wake of first touches at life? She'd never broken the two life long sworn promises ever, but this one treaded the thin line, which caught the insanity and the shit in her mind. That was like walking on hot coals because she wanted black skin like sin instead of pale white of angel wings and innocent roses.
SpellSong looked up again. Hmm, no ---- Ahhh! There it was. A wisp of a smile touched her lips and her finger continued to fold the simple piece of paper in her hand, still holding an envelope in the other. The letter of black manuscript calligraphic cursive writing folded into it's self and into the envelope as Casse slipped around the back of the building silently.
A few minutes later she slipped on to the roof, amid the stone figure gargoyles, and swirling night air. It wasn't cold or warm to her really, as her body was always at a mediated temperature she was very used to unless, her whole body was falling out of synch. Not often, but terrible consequences when it did. It made up for all the lack of changing temps she'd decided.
"By Bel I come, Gangerz."
Her voice was stern as she glanced up at the stars, closing them momentarily to set a cigarette to her lips, and light it. She took a deep inhale, before opening her eyes. Her dark blue eyes flashed a second as they opened on the stars as she took them in. Thank the goddess- it was only dark moon now, so she didn't have to gaze upon the facets of the gorgeous glowing orb of light which hung within the sky.
SpellSong's eyes traced down to the top of the city, as she let out a thing curl of white smoke between her lips, even though it was now silver tinted. She watched it curl up and away from her as she began to tap the toe of one of her boots annoyedly.
"I'm waiting already."
After all, she could reckon a few more patients yes. . if the lord could quit, Christ could fake a resurrection, the devil could be killed without being touched, and heaven could be fucked...yes, she could muster patients a few seconds longer. Wasn't like the world was going to fall apart under her toes. Well, not at this second exactly, she thought as she blew out another curl of smoke, letting the nicotine settle into her still damaged system worsening things.
to be continued as always
*******************
"You've…..Sent Mail" Part 2
((NPC-Gangerz))
"TALK!!!!" she yelled at the medium statuette in an attacking position, that could have been about her height or taller would it have been a standing. "Okay, I've waited long enough for you to find the lost city of Atlantis, look little fucke-"
"In the beginning when God created the Heaven and Earth…the Earth was first unformed and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the spirit that was God moved upon the face of the waters. God said let there be light and there was light. And God saw it was good." The stony figures mouth had being to move without warning. "And god divided the light from the darkness; calling light day and dark night. And this was the first day. God said let there be an expanse in the midst of the waters that may divide waters from waters….and it was so and god called this expanse sky. And this was the sec-"
"Woah! Halt Desist, stone dust, zilchy" Casse reprimanded him almost harshly as she would anyone loosing her patience quickly. "I've heard it zillion times. The land, the Goddess's Chalkdyrie guardians, the fight in heaven, the fall, the Grigori. Now, your gonna stop babbling your ugly poetic nonsense now, or your going to get punched and while that won't damage you, and only skin my fingers knuckles, I know it will annoy you, Gangerz, and we both know you don't want to see me annoyed again."
The gargoyle, moved, still perched, his eyes narrowing on her almost dangerously, but she was shrugging it off, as he moved, crouching to look her in the eyes, barely a few spaces apart.
"Child-Casse should be more careful how she talks to the Guardians of Whispers. They hold her secrets, too."
SpellSong's eyes narrowed on him, almost to slits. Her name, Blasted bastard knew that was something personal and people -or stone immortals- dangling strings in front of her face, needed to be burned a time or two more often than they ever got it.
"Your pot hole needs fixing with a bloody quasing," she spat out at him, though she pulled out a long thin white envelope, trusting it up at him.
"By Bel, I demanded you send it. Now."
The figure stayed silent his eyes wary as he took in the note again. He couldn't renig on the sworn promise or oaths given of the Seraphi to their chosen, as he was quite fond of his head, and she knew it. A bright swam of light engulfed them both suddenly and it chilled the air, sucking away her chance to keep herself normal and gave her Goosebumps across all her pale bluish flesh.
When the lights was gone the figure was back in place and swirl of pure white feather swirled near where SpellSong had held out the leather and they began to spiral towards the skies. She watched silently, noting and ignoring Gangerz silence. The idiot. She watched the feathers swirl as places a silver speckle by his foot and lit herself a second cigarette as her first had vanished in the bright light again, and as always…..and she thought on the letter as she watched the feathers on into the night sky till they vanished.
~*~*~*
Patric,
A year has passed since the last of this, and you have worried and for that I send my fondest apologies. You know you are the one person I don't wish to worry or be sad on the now or of living things of the past which you and I can not, dare not change. You know what ever can be left of my heart was, is, always left to your sound keeping.
I won't accost you either the details of what has happened between the now and the then when we said our good-byes in Italy beneath the wild wandering moon, accept to say I have once more seen our beautiful Jennifer Marie and she seems well among the angels beyond. I hope you have seen our beautiful sister soon if not only in the dreams like we had forever and a day as innocent, naïve and gentle children.
As you will forever be. Be well, my dearest and brave, strong Patty, and send your lovely Jenaveave and little Marie my love weather they understand it or not; or simply keep it for yourself, for your own gentle happiness, for no one in my eyes will ever, has ever, deserved it as much.
Till the crumble of the moon touches the shore it so pulls,
Chiiaski Tuski,
Casse
~*~*~*
SpellSong watched the feathers swirl as they began dots and stars, winging their way in her harsh silence as she breathed in the nicotine and turned away from the release and began her climb down the building. A stop in back at the big place, and maybe she'd take the advice of an angel to her ear. Her angel.
