06-04-2018, 01:22 AM
<link href='http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Alex+Brush|Yanone+Kaffeesatz|Armata' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'><center><div style="position:relative; width:480px; background:-webkit-linear-gradient(top, rgba(21,21,21,1) 40%, rgba(0,0,0,1) 50%); padding:0px 10px 10px 10px; border:1px solid #000;border-left:15px solid #333; border-right:15px solid #333;"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/51uUi6R.jpg"><div style="position:relative;background:#000;padding:10px 10px 30px 10px;border:1px solid #eee; border-bottom:0px; border-radius: 30%/45px; font-family:armata; font-size: 12px; color:#fffce5; text-align:justify; margin:-150px 0px -10px 0px;"><center><font style="color:#800000; font:14px yanone kaffeesatz, sans-serif;">the first time he calls you holy, you laugh it back so hard your sides hurt.
the second time, you moan gospel around his fingers between your teeth.</font></center>
The long days of summer always drag out the colors of summer, the oranges and purples like spilled paint across the clouds until they sigh into purples and blues. Virgo wears a faint smile as she admires it. Then, she hears her name so delicately and lovingly whispered behind her. She turns with a curious tilt of her head to see who could possibly recognize her after all these years but she is met with the open meadows she knew before. A snort escapes her and she shakes her head in agitation.
<I>Virgo!</i>
The voice is clearer now and.. beneath her? No, but certainly just as close. Virgo peeks her pale head toward the water of the lake beside her but she can only spy her reflection across calm waters. It is the face she has known all her life, unchanged by the pool. She has known magic all her life and so she does not startle as she waits for some familiar face to peak from the depths. Somehow, it makes sense to her that way. No one rises to meet her and there is no more calling her name to snare her attention, only the wind across her forelock. Seconds tick by as she slowly, <I>s l o w l y</i> leans her head closer until she’s nearly kissing her reflection. But still there is nothing. Another snort stirs a weak ripple across the water.
A tiny ink black hand reaches out and lays its palm flat against her muzzle with the lightest of touches. She does not recognize this hand, but the sight of it makes her heave and shriek with terror as she back pedals to retreat from it. But the hand is not alone. Countless more reach out, swarming one on top of the other with impossible reach, dragging her closer to their slick, wet colony. She struggles in their iron grips and thrashes in the water while she cries out for help, but the empty meadow does not heed her call.
Why are these little hands so strong? These frantic thoughts cloud her mind as the water reaches up to her knees. Why here? Up to her shoulders now. Why her? Over her head now, and deeper by the second. Water floods her mouth and nose as she struggles for breath where there is none. The hands deposit her, finally, on the lake’s floor and release her. The surface is a pin point of light to her now and she knows it is too late to return there in time, but death does not come to collect her today. She does not even lose consciousness. The terror of dying and drowning do not leave her despite this, making her twitch uncomfortably in the icy depths.
“<I>Worthy?</i>” a voice whispers to another.
“<I>Unworthy!</i>” another spits in response.
Trembling, she twists her body until she can find the source. A thousand unblinking little white eyes stare, wide in awe of her, as they hurriedly mumble to one another. If there are faces attached to the eyes then she cannot see them. Each seems to have their turn casting their vote in chittering voices until one hisses above the rest, “<I>Test!</i>” Then, there is a pause of silence as the revolting children consider this vote. She prays for death before these unholy things, prays that some miracle will spare her from their tiny hands once more.
“<I>Test! Test! Test!</i>” they all begin in a slow chant. Virgo finally manages to stand upright beneath the weight of all the water above her as they begin to whoop and howl in delight at their final decision. If there are tears flowing from her eyes, she cannot feel them, but she believes they are there.
</div><div style="position:relative;font-family:alex brush; font-size: 38px; color:#800000; text-align:center; line-height:20px;">V<font style="font-size:34px;">irgo</font>
<font style="font-family:yanone kaffeesatz; font-size: 12px; color:#EEE; letter-spacing:1px; line-height:12px;">you will ruin him and he will thank you; he will say please.</font></div></div></center>
the second time, you moan gospel around his fingers between your teeth.</font></center>
The long days of summer always drag out the colors of summer, the oranges and purples like spilled paint across the clouds until they sigh into purples and blues. Virgo wears a faint smile as she admires it. Then, she hears her name so delicately and lovingly whispered behind her. She turns with a curious tilt of her head to see who could possibly recognize her after all these years but she is met with the open meadows she knew before. A snort escapes her and she shakes her head in agitation.
<I>Virgo!</i>
The voice is clearer now and.. beneath her? No, but certainly just as close. Virgo peeks her pale head toward the water of the lake beside her but she can only spy her reflection across calm waters. It is the face she has known all her life, unchanged by the pool. She has known magic all her life and so she does not startle as she waits for some familiar face to peak from the depths. Somehow, it makes sense to her that way. No one rises to meet her and there is no more calling her name to snare her attention, only the wind across her forelock. Seconds tick by as she slowly, <I>s l o w l y</i> leans her head closer until she’s nearly kissing her reflection. But still there is nothing. Another snort stirs a weak ripple across the water.
A tiny ink black hand reaches out and lays its palm flat against her muzzle with the lightest of touches. She does not recognize this hand, but the sight of it makes her heave and shriek with terror as she back pedals to retreat from it. But the hand is not alone. Countless more reach out, swarming one on top of the other with impossible reach, dragging her closer to their slick, wet colony. She struggles in their iron grips and thrashes in the water while she cries out for help, but the empty meadow does not heed her call.
Why are these little hands so strong? These frantic thoughts cloud her mind as the water reaches up to her knees. Why here? Up to her shoulders now. Why her? Over her head now, and deeper by the second. Water floods her mouth and nose as she struggles for breath where there is none. The hands deposit her, finally, on the lake’s floor and release her. The surface is a pin point of light to her now and she knows it is too late to return there in time, but death does not come to collect her today. She does not even lose consciousness. The terror of dying and drowning do not leave her despite this, making her twitch uncomfortably in the icy depths.
“<I>Worthy?</i>” a voice whispers to another.
“<I>Unworthy!</i>” another spits in response.
Trembling, she twists her body until she can find the source. A thousand unblinking little white eyes stare, wide in awe of her, as they hurriedly mumble to one another. If there are faces attached to the eyes then she cannot see them. Each seems to have their turn casting their vote in chittering voices until one hisses above the rest, “<I>Test!</i>” Then, there is a pause of silence as the revolting children consider this vote. She prays for death before these unholy things, prays that some miracle will spare her from their tiny hands once more.
“<I>Test! Test! Test!</i>” they all begin in a slow chant. Virgo finally manages to stand upright beneath the weight of all the water above her as they begin to whoop and howl in delight at their final decision. If there are tears flowing from her eyes, she cannot feel them, but she believes they are there.
</div><div style="position:relative;font-family:alex brush; font-size: 38px; color:#800000; text-align:center; line-height:20px;">V<font style="font-size:34px;">irgo</font>
<font style="font-family:yanone kaffeesatz; font-size: 12px; color:#EEE; letter-spacing:1px; line-height:12px;">you will ruin him and he will thank you; he will say please.</font></div></div></center>