Dies IraeShe stood in the hazed edge, the rest of the hall filled with a slow burning warmth and dredges of sun that filtered through the high windows. She breathed evenly: the thick scent of heavy spices made her whole body feel more real, as though the weight of the mere aroma could anchor her to her body. She made a point to breath slowly, to not choke, to fill her lungs with the vapors.Dies Irae by ~EmpressHimiko
I'm not really sure, maybe it's because of how alive it all is.
She closed her eyes and leaned back, the feeling of eyes was overpowering at times, they did not judge. The colors blurred around her with an ancient sort of glow; enveloped by the feeling of weighted serenity, she felt the moment as though it was suspended in rose oil.
Do not allow duty to obscure purpose, or life itself.
The second stretched forever, sinking in the denseness of life and saturating this into memory. Her shoulders were warm with the thick shroud of comfort and solemnity.
The feeling of holiness had left, and she f
HopeHope.Hope by ~EmpressHimiko
That traitor, I have since sworn off love, and she comes? Bathed in milk, she comes, dressed in the best of silks, she comes into my abode and I am forced to grit my teeth and smile at her flirtation.
See her lust for life! Her passion for happiness!
How I hate her!
And evil devil-child! Woman-child she is that comes and wrecks my room, and when I am left to weep, she walks out?
How I hate her!
13. MisfortuneI have two conflicting thoughts within my head.13. Misfortune by ~EmpressHimiko
I want to write poised, and elegant, words that spill out prettily and flow and simper in a meaningful way.
And I want to write about life.
But life isn't elegant, nor is is poised or pretty.
I need a cigarette"No idea."I need a cigarette by ~EmpressHimiko
I flipped the egg over, and it sizzled minute or two little before I slid it onto the plate.
"You gotta have an idea," I said and flipped off the flame. I put the plate down on the table, poured a little milk into my coffee.
When I sat down, he was already eating, and I sighed and grabbed the fork he put down for me, and then took a look at him. He sat taller, more from posture I knew than growth, and his hair was a little long, but it was still styled like Gene Vincent. He shook his head again, "I really don't."
I pulled a face at him, really more of a mouth twitch, "Well, I suppose it's fine anyway," I changed the subject "Have you heard anything from-" I hesitated, "from his mother?"
He stared at me hard for a moment, and then took a sip from his coffee and sighed. "No."
I hummed, and cut the egg over the rice, and took a long pull of coffee.
Outside the window, the snow had stopped, and it was too cold to not heat the house. But I sat by the window anyway, and knew tonig
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