Ain't no time to fall to pieces
"Hell is yourself and the only redemption is when a person puts himself aside to feel deeply for another person."
- Tennessee Williams
Got no mother
She can't find me
Got no father
He done blind me
Little girls might twitch at the way I itch
But when I burn
It's a son of a bitch
- The Gutter Twins
Sunday night
Things in this town keep shifting. Powers rising and falling like the sighing of the sea, the shifting of sands in the desert. Most I will leave to their own devices, but I am glad that I helped my Gaueko. The night feels thicker now that he is healed. I only hope that he treats the gift of my death as more than a mere balm to his wounds. Death is so much more of a gift than that. Which leads me to think of my long-estranged brother. I have thought I felt him from time to time in this town, the sensation of things winding down, but perhaps that is only because there has been so much death here. I think my angel brother has fallen into silence like most of his brethren who came to earth for that fight over a century past.
As for the Night Wind, however, I know he is still here - but his power has changed, too. When I reach out for him I feel that his power has a different shape to it. Something bright-dark and horrible. I am interested to see what he has done to himself, and so I call out for him. I know he will come, and as he approaches I feel a great wave of a new power, as well as a sense of guilt in the meat and spirit of him. Guilt and fury. Well, my Tezcatlipoca, where have you been playing?
In the darkness I sit in front of my tower with a lantern by my side. It is a lantern that any farm girl would have, lit with a flickering candle, and I wear my Danika body, although I do not dress her as I dressed for Genny. Today this body is clothed in a dress that is a confection of tulle and cotton. Its arms and legs are bare, and I watch them goosepimple in the cool night air. I curl my toes into the grass and let my skirts settle, and I wait.
[open for Tez]
- Tennessee Williams
Got no mother
She can't find me
Got no father
He done blind me
Little girls might twitch at the way I itch
But when I burn
It's a son of a bitch
- The Gutter Twins
Sunday night
Things in this town keep shifting. Powers rising and falling like the sighing of the sea, the shifting of sands in the desert. Most I will leave to their own devices, but I am glad that I helped my Gaueko. The night feels thicker now that he is healed. I only hope that he treats the gift of my death as more than a mere balm to his wounds. Death is so much more of a gift than that. Which leads me to think of my long-estranged brother. I have thought I felt him from time to time in this town, the sensation of things winding down, but perhaps that is only because there has been so much death here. I think my angel brother has fallen into silence like most of his brethren who came to earth for that fight over a century past.
As for the Night Wind, however, I know he is still here - but his power has changed, too. When I reach out for him I feel that his power has a different shape to it. Something bright-dark and horrible. I am interested to see what he has done to himself, and so I call out for him. I know he will come, and as he approaches I feel a great wave of a new power, as well as a sense of guilt in the meat and spirit of him. Guilt and fury. Well, my Tezcatlipoca, where have you been playing?
In the darkness I sit in front of my tower with a lantern by my side. It is a lantern that any farm girl would have, lit with a flickering candle, and I wear my Danika body, although I do not dress her as I dressed for Genny. Today this body is clothed in a dress that is a confection of tulle and cotton. Its arms and legs are bare, and I watch them goosepimple in the cool night air. I curl my toes into the grass and let my skirts settle, and I wait.
[open for Tez]