"Are you going to invite me to stay, Magistrate?" I asked, enjoying the bounty of the garden he'd shared with me. "You are always welcome in my home, Savana," I heard in answer from his lips. An invitation. An open one at that. I wonder if he knows how seriously I take that invitation, and how much I may use it to my own desires. This garden was his respite, a flourishing of jungle blooms that I could tell he took pride in. As my hand closed around the bell of a fragile bloom, I was reminded of another thing of beauty. A man. And it took a certain amount of will power not to crush its vulnerable fragile petals in my hand.
Beautiful things are only beautiful from a distance. When you look up close, their flaws are more pronounced. Even a butterfly in all its colors is horrific upon close scrutiny. Its bulbous eyes and scaley wing tips.
I had gone back to Aria Fori in search of the Physician to tend my wound, but ended up staying longer than I had anticipated. I left him angry, confused, perhaps even a bit resentful of me. Absolutely frustrated.
"All I know, is that you get this little charge out of wrapping me up like a spring, and just letting me loose whenever it pleases you. Affection, then dismissal. Irritation, then humor. People sometimes think I'm hard to predict, but you're intentionally going out've your way to be unpredictable." He was right about that. I couldn't gainsay him and so I did not, but answered in earnest, "That's my job."
There is something endearing about Venor when he's unsure of himself. Perhaps it's because he is often so sure of himself, and so laden with his own arrogance, that to see him falter and take pause, pleases me. Once he had left, and after another glass of wine, I'd finally slept. But this night it was not as soundly as I had hoped.
Beautiful things are only beautiful from a distance. When you look up close, their flaws are more pronounced. Even a butterfly in all its colors is horrific upon close scrutiny. Its bulbous eyes and scaley wing tips.
I had gone back to Aria Fori in search of the Physician to tend my wound, but ended up staying longer than I had anticipated. I left him angry, confused, perhaps even a bit resentful of me. Absolutely frustrated.
"All I know, is that you get this little charge out of wrapping me up like a spring, and just letting me loose whenever it pleases you. Affection, then dismissal. Irritation, then humor. People sometimes think I'm hard to predict, but you're intentionally going out've your way to be unpredictable." He was right about that. I couldn't gainsay him and so I did not, but answered in earnest, "That's my job."
There is something endearing about Venor when he's unsure of himself. Perhaps it's because he is often so sure of himself, and so laden with his own arrogance, that to see him falter and take pause, pleases me. Once he had left, and after another glass of wine, I'd finally slept. But this night it was not as soundly as I had hoped.
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