Chapter 4: Music's Dawn
Dawn, she had found, came late in the Lord's palace; the night always seemed darker, the stars always a little brighter, the moon glowing, forever waxing.
And for some reason that disturbed her.
She did not know why he had taken pity on her- was it pity? – and she did not know how to be grateful.
Damn, she wanted a smoke.
She waned in her rooms, watching the moon by night, dozing in fitful wakefulness by day, ever attended by servants who went unseen.
Allusions- illusions
All I want from you
is another bed warmer caught in the throes
of ecstasy…
She painted the words of a song that ran through her head in invisible ink on the wall- it dried than needed to be repainted. Sometimes, she found she was painting in blood- blood that flowed from raw wounds- that dried on the wall. And would not disappear.
She stared at the brown stains, and smiled. Very good.
It was one of those chill days- days, she decided, being a relative term. There was only night: the silver sickle hanging in the sky, the clear starscape, and that what came between.
But there were dust motes hanging in the air, the frail sunlight turning white as it shone through the room.
She traced designs in the air, words in the golden dust motes of evening- c-a-r b-u-s v-a-n p-h-o-n-e c-h-i-l-d There would be no consoling her. C-h-i-l-d c-h-i-l-d- b-a-b-y b-a-b-y b-a-b-y Words, words were all she had left of her life.
It was the night of her fourth dawn- or the dawn of her fourth night? She bit back a humorless grin and sat cross-legged on her expansive futon.
"I wish to speak with the Lord." She folded her hands, smiling, tipping her head back and angling her shoulders. "If he would parler with me, I would be honored."
Her expression was smooth, serene, smiling -somehow chillingly blank- and so different from the being they who had waited upon her had come to know. They whispered among themselves, tossing options back and forth until they came to a decision.
It seemed that there really was no decision at all.
The Lord Sesshoumaru was hardly amused when he was told of the woman's wish, but of course, hardly anything amused him so it was no real surprise. He registered it with the same bland expression that betrayed nothing, that is if there was anything to betray.
Or so it was said of the Lord of the Western Lands: he was completely and utterly emotionless, pitiless, merciless.
And as they spoke in their hushed reedy voices, Lord Sesshoumaru was making his way to the woman's room.
His silver hair shivered and spread out behind him while his escort watched it apprehensively- they were sure normal hair couldn't bite, but 'normal' was never on the list of adjectives they had for their lord.
AN- So…maybe people would like to know why I take so long to update…Ummm, see, it's a funny story! Honestly! … … . … -cough cough-
Ok, so I'm entering the International Baccalaureate; it's an extremely excruciating, program (for those who know what I'm talking about...) At any rate, I'm also going into high school. -gasp!- Yes, I AM only fourteen.
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So yeah. Love me or hate me, at least bare with me. (Have MEEEERCY!)
Bye!