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Re: Whispers In the Dark [closed]
« on: November 17, 2012, 03:35:03 am »
Her brow knitted together, and she cast the shadow a confused and speaking glance. For moments the priestess wondered if her lord had lost his mind, perhaps. What did a sponge have to do with her dragon? Was he sending jabs at her for asking something of him? Was he displeased with her?

Her bath would continue, though the sage's brow never unfurrowed. She doesn't bother with a sponge or cloth, instead using soap and hands over the arch of a curved neck, the slender turn of shoulder, the graceful length of a limb or the petite curvature of torso. Though dainty of bone structure, the canvas of form still measured an hourglass.

She finished the bath quickly, likely moreso than she usually might have. She stood from the water with a supple grace, water sluicing from her skin. She was thankful for the muting of the sounds of the bath. She wrapped the heated towel around her hair first, bending to get the water from the pool of silk. She stepped onto another towel on the floor, flipping the damp hair back over her shoulder.

In an unconscious display of pride, her chin lifted slightly, but the towel wrapped about her. Her skin is bare of all hair but for that on her head, the water drying quickly in the heat of the fire. The towel managed to cover her from just under her arms to her midthigh. She kneeled, letting the heat of the flames dry her hair. It put her silhouetted against the firelight.

She remains silent during this process, as she's unsure what she should say. Once she does speak, it's hesitant, unsure. "Should I apologize, my lord? Have I given you cause for displeasure? Your words confuse me." She offers softly. It doesn't even dawn on her other possibilities.
Name: Aska
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"I wished on the seven sisters. Bring to me wisdom of age. All that's locked within the book of secrets. I longed for the knowledge of the sage...So the sisters smiled to themselves, and they whispered as they shown. And it was from that very instant, I knew I would never be alone."

"It's true. We're all a little insane. But it's so clear, now that I am unchained. Fear is only in our minds, taking over all the time...You poor, sweet, innocent thing, dry your eyes, and testify. You know you live to break me. Don't deny, sweet sacrifice."

"You're such an inspiration for the ways that I will never, ever choose to be. Oh, so many ways for me to show you how your savior has abandoned you...Still you pray, never stray, never taste of the fruit, and you never thought to question why. It's not like you killed someone. Not like you drove a hateful spear into his side. Praise the one who left you broken down and paralyzed. He did it all for you."

"When you scream, it sounds like a lullaby. When you beg, I get all gooey inside. Tonight, I take your eyes, mind and tongue to spread the word and watch your kingdom come... Once upon a time, I ripped the wings from my spine. But when I hide inside your eyes, I still pretend that I can fly. Tell me every secret, so you can fall in love, then fall to pieces. I need new voices in my head..I need new lovers in my bed to feed my secret appetites. I need your scent all over me. I need to taste this tragedy. I need to know with certainty that the nectar was worth the squeeze. It's just the way that we're deceived. It's the blame that stains us. This, this sweetest disease is so contagious."