DA: Fanfiction: Stolen
It was pitch black when he got back to Kinloch Hold. The frosted air bit at his face and numbed his limbs as he pressed himself close to the wall. His eyes still stung from where the needle had made its mark. What ever would they think, when they saw him in the morning?
Vlindrel tightened his grip on the stonework. A fear of heights is irrelevant when compared to one's vulnerability to the hard earth after a long fall down. He clenched his teeth. He couldn't have found an easier way out
The window wasn't too far above his head. A few more minutes, a few tricky maneuvers maybe. Scaling the wall wasn't an easy thing to do, especially as a mage whose whole life has been lived indoors. He supposed that, at this height, it didn't really matter if he fell, at least not any more than it would have mattered after the first fifty foot ascent. It wasn't as though he was going to die any more than he would have done half an hour ago. Trivialities like that afforded him a level head i
But a GhostFor long we'd lain in lovers' arms,
But I within this dark'ning calm,
Could not abide to lay here longer,
Routine incurring naught but anger,
The rift between us growing stronger,
'Til life has lost its charm.
And on the night we did depart,
The gentle beating of our hearts
Did falter and fall short in silence,
And I in bittersweet compliance
Broke our three year long alliance
So we could draw apart.
Yet you said, you swore forever,
That in truth we would not sever
All relations we had shared,
That as friends we would stay paired,
Because for me you said you cared,
And that I doubted never.
Yet in time you drew away,
And never will another day
Come that we might meet again,
Or walk beneath the pouring rain,
For from seeing you I must refrain,
Since we parted ways.
As your memory of me's lost,
I find to you I must accost:
Remember once that you were mine,
When in that long-forgotten time,
We spoke those whispers so sublime,
When Fate our paths did cross.
And of your hand I held so dear,
When I Was FourWhen I was four, a long time past,
A day came when would be the last,
A man of blood akin to mine,
Did see the world for one last time.
And though I dreamt his swift demise,
The call still came as a surprise.
"He's dead and gone," I hear them say.
My heart beats still, I feel no sway.
The day broke when in open ground,
He laid to rest with ne'er a sound,
And I, a-watch to life's true course,
Stood cold and quiet without remorse.
And far removed from kinsman's woes,
His face long set in deep repose,
I watched and felt no touch of sorrow,
Though he would wake not on the morrow.
The old ones talked and shared their tears,
And I the 'cast for my brief years,
Did wait alone as grief was passed,
Till on we moved at longest last.
And later then was pained my neck;
A hand to throat as though in check,
I asked my father "what is this?"
This taut and tender inner kiss.
With heart, "it's sadness," he tells me,
Bent light and low on crooked knee;
Explained, despite my heart of steel,
This tight an
Shades of GreyThrough heaving clouds a-wing in sky,
As lancing spears that go awry,
Falls light from rosy hands of day,
And all the dark is washed away.
The day still here, the sun still young,
Light flits as words upon the tongue,
And cleaving darkness must abate,
Or face a bright and burning fate.
O stars on high, O coming night,
When darkness thrives and prime delight,
That time of shadow soon to come,
That night that has not yet begun.
From high in heavens and despite
The cloud falls rays of dappled light,
And fades into penumbral grey,
To leave the spectral isle of day.
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