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where the silence goes mad - North - 10-12-2018 I'm going to stay alone, without songs nor skin,
as in a tunnel, where the very silence goes crazy and kills itself - - - - The forest is crowded. It comes as a shock to her that the birdsong is swallowed by chatter and laughter-- she had not expected it to be so loud here. But there must be quiet spots to be found, with enough patience. With this thought she steps further into the forest, heedless of what danger might lurk in its depths. She pushes deeper and deeper until the shadows grow thick and a religious sort of hush settles over the landscape. There is a certain sanctity to the space that old trees inhabit, a knowing calm that can never really be understood- but it can at least be grasped at in the pause between inhale and exhale. In a clearing riddled with leaves, where the sun breaks its way through in hazy rays of light, the silver bay stands with her eyes closed and she breathes. Time was never hers to catch and to hold, but she can and does extend the precious moments she has, diving deep into the stillness between heartbeats. On the outside, it looks as though she is at peace. - - - - - N O R T H RE: where the silence goes mad; splash - Eight - 01-04-2019 cut me up, honey and make me the lover you wanted How long have you been standing here, little translucent one? Are your knees aching? Are you swaying with the weight of waiting? Has your heartbeat stilled along with the rustling of the long-gone leaves? There are no crowds now - no shiver of souls, no loquacious laughs or humming hymns. It is quiet, it is still, it is the blanket of winter being thrown over your skull. (Can you breathe? Do you panic? Is the weight of silence over your aura too much to bear?) Everything has been swallowed now – can you tell? Have you noticed the sweep of shadow over those now-barren trees? You are in the belly of the best – in the heart of the reaching trees, breathing the too-sharp air of the lungs of winter, tasting the metallic tang that the air now holds. Do you feel him before he comes? Is the peace you created a fallacy of full of fault lines? (Perhaps it was just a look of yours– an attempt to show the world that you are not a wisp of woman, that you are collected and calm; an altogether being who is quite alright in the depth of these woods. Do you feel the ripple of the world rasped open? Do you feel Beqanna and Her gasp of no as he steps back into her terra again? Or are you simply at peace in this moment – obvious to the ominous about to unfold? No, my little luminous lady- time was never yours to hold. Will you scramble to grasp those satin strings of seconds, North? Will you open your eyes to panic in the past that has been, the moments that have passed while your eyes have ben closed? Will you mull the month that has coalesced into now? There are too many questions, where there should be none. And yet, there is one more: “What are you waiting for?” He wills (but does not pry open) your eyes to see. He wants you to see. He wants you to simmer in the seconds that have slipped away – it is winter now, no longer a land of low-lying leaves, but a land preparing for flakes to fall. What have you missed? For what were you waiting? eight RE: where the silence goes mad - North - 01-05-2019 "The moon once pulled blood from me. Now I pull silver." North does not feel at home in the forest. She needs room to run and the sun on her back. She needs salt water in her mane and sand in her teeth and the constant presence of something without end. She needs the ocean. Or at least she did before she died. Here it is claustrophobic and dark and smells of moss and damp earth. She should hate it, but... she doesn't. Her hooves shift and settle into the ground. It is easy to imagine how quickly the forest would grow around her if she remained motionless. A year? Three? Her eyes are still closed. (she's remembering sea kelp green and calcium white and the taste of her blood filling the water around her. She's remembering so clearly the exact moment she died. The rest of her life felt like a hazy misremembered dream in comparison. (Dying? Now that's living.) The world turns to pain pain pain and we fade to black and 3- 2- 1- she's remembering sea kelp green and calcium white and the taste of her bloo-) A bell tolls. "What are you waiting for?" The voice echoes as though it's traveled very far to reach her. Awareness rushes back and the first think she feels is that it is cold, cold enough to cut. Next comes the caution of a wild animal-- the body tensing, the senses sharpening. She blinks once, twice. "Whatever the forest would bring me." She looks him in the eye then, and he reminds her of the creature that killed her. The hair on her spine stands on end, and she is not certain if it is with cold, or fear, or thrill. "You, I guess." When she suddenly bares her teeth in a grin, she looks less like a lamb and more like a wolf. N O R T H @[Eight] RE: where the silence goes mad - Eight - 01-07-2019 no matter what they say, I am still the king @[North] RE: where the silence goes mad - North - 01-26-2019
North is somewhat repulsed and somewhat captivated by the stranger before her. She wants to step closer and farther away at the same time and so, naturally, she stays exactly where she is. Motionless as a doe. He speaks of things he has no business knowing-- where she was, what she was doing (dying, or remembering dying, and what's the difference anyway so let's just call it plain dying-- dying over and over again) and the words are grating to hear for someone who so adores her privacy. She tries, oh how she tries, to fake it till you make it, but she thinks that she can't quite fake calm right now, so she scrambles for something else. Something like steel. She might find it. She finds something. "Tell me something I don't know." She does not smile (is there anything as crude as a smile) but the edge of her eyes seem to crinkle in laughter. North never much liked magic, never liked feeling like she was standing at the frayed edges of reality, of something. As Beqanna grew wild around her, colorful and strange, she stood very quiet and very still as though if she were patient enough she could eventually go unnoticed. And for a time, she did. But every wild thing has a heart that won't stop beating until it's dead. And hers keeps going (thu-thunk, thu-thunk, oh strange machine) louder and louder like knocking on a door, like pounding on a coffin, until he says "And yet, here you are, ready and waiting for me"-- and a hush falls.. It seems, for a sliver of a second, that not even the earth breathes. The moment is gone so quickly that later she will wonder-- for days, she will wonder-- if it happened at all. She raises her chin, a simple gesture that should be defiant, but the effect is more like a kneel. She thinks she'll probably never win with him, but she sure as hell won't ever stop trying. "Who are you." She feels taught as a bowstring with his nearness, but her voice does not waver. what if I want to go devil instead? Bow down to the madness that makes me @[Eight] RE: where the silence goes mad - Eight - 02-08-2019 @[North] no matter what they say, I am still the king (now, the storm is coming in) |