Sunday, September 7, 2008
Alexandra
Pain is a part of life and has its reward
I said I would love her after death
She did not believe but the promise is still kept
~Neurosis~
Warrick shoo'd me into a bath and it was then, when I'd stripped down to skin that I wagered my fall from Calliope had been a wee bit harder than I originally thought. My side was a painter's messy palette of black and purple tinged with raw red where the scrape intersected all my bruising. In short, I looked beaten down and up. I would consider myself lucky if one of my ribs hadn't been broken in the process.
When your ribs are battered, the last item on your agenda is to move.. much at all. Taking a deep breath is low on the totem as well. So changing of clothes was a struggle but eventually I was tucked into the wide, comfy bed in that same sleeping chamber given to me on my first visit.
All the furniture and clothing are elegantly feminine in nature. I could easily guess a woman once feathered her little nest with beautiful, cherished possessions, here in her isolation. I just wondered where she happened to be.. currently.
I am curious about the Necromancer and his affairs. Wouldn't you be? An attractive, viable man hiding deep in the boonies who kept one room of his spartan house as a testament to a certain pampered Lady.
When I pushed for an answer, he admitted his wife had once slept in this bed, wearing a nightgown much like the one I had donned.. but she had died many years ago. So I am fouling up this space with my presence in a way. You would understand my meaning if you could hear but for a moment, how Warrick speaks of this.. Alexandra. Her name is intoxication on his tongue.
Eventually I dozed off under his scrutiny but it wasn't long before a suspicious sound chipped away my fatigue. The quiet voice I recognized to be Warrick's but with my tip-toeing towards the small door I had presumed to be a closet.. I was dying to know whom he spoke to with such reverence. No, he wasn't two-timing on the beloved memory of his wife. I found the man, behind a high-backed chair, gently brushing a woman's hair.
Alexandra. The Necromancer had told the truth... she has been dead for many years. Dead and kept here for him to continue conjugal visits long after she'd withered to a shrunken and petrified corpse, forever to reign upon her throne.
When your ribs are battered, the last item on your agenda is to move.. much at all. Taking a deep breath is low on the totem as well. So changing of clothes was a struggle but eventually I was tucked into the wide, comfy bed in that same sleeping chamber given to me on my first visit.
All the furniture and clothing are elegantly feminine in nature. I could easily guess a woman once feathered her little nest with beautiful, cherished possessions, here in her isolation. I just wondered where she happened to be.. currently.
I am curious about the Necromancer and his affairs. Wouldn't you be? An attractive, viable man hiding deep in the boonies who kept one room of his spartan house as a testament to a certain pampered Lady.
When I pushed for an answer, he admitted his wife had once slept in this bed, wearing a nightgown much like the one I had donned.. but she had died many years ago. So I am fouling up this space with my presence in a way. You would understand my meaning if you could hear but for a moment, how Warrick speaks of this.. Alexandra. Her name is intoxication on his tongue.
Eventually I dozed off under his scrutiny but it wasn't long before a suspicious sound chipped away my fatigue. The quiet voice I recognized to be Warrick's but with my tip-toeing towards the small door I had presumed to be a closet.. I was dying to know whom he spoke to with such reverence. No, he wasn't two-timing on the beloved memory of his wife. I found the man, behind a high-backed chair, gently brushing a woman's hair.
Alexandra. The Necromancer had told the truth... she has been dead for many years. Dead and kept here for him to continue conjugal visits long after she'd withered to a shrunken and petrified corpse, forever to reign upon her throne.
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