The pair of young ladies stopped their slow, meandering walk, turning to the lightly armoured horse that rode swiftly towards the pair. Maddison thanked her patron deity for the interruption and smiled genuinely, if albeit briefly, for the first time since she had left the house - she was certain that her father would have been less than impressed had their family’s involvement with the miasmic sciences become known in the noble circle. She forced her expression back to one of stern displeasure as a young man, his black and amaranthine tunic standing out bold amongst the bright colours of the garden, walked gingerly towards her, leaving
The subtle scent of blossoming roses filled the air, their aroma wafted gently throughout the Thorne Estate by a midsummer breeze. Some short weeks had passed since Maddison began her journey into understanding the component pieces of miasmic devices as outlined by her father’s documents, and the progress that she had made was, in her own mind at the very least, prodigious. On this particular afternoon Maddison was, at the insistence of some of the more motherly servants under her family’s employ, taking a walk through the homestead’s extensive gardens.
The young lady had grown somewhat more pallid since her studies began,
It was of great convenience to both parties involved that Maddison already had a relatively sound theoretical knowledge of the miasma as a principle, thanks in large part to a maternal ancestor having been one of the pioneers of the discipline. She knew, as she had been told in story from a young age, that the miasma was a wild, powerful, and somewhat unpredictable force that lay in one of the dimensions considered mostly imperceivable by humanity.
She also knew, by rote, that the miasmic sciences had their roots in conjuring and wizardry, and the average person still believed both the miasmic sciences and its significantly older counterpart
There was always, for Maddison at the very least, something about the prospect of ‘tea’ that affected her on a primal level. It was unfailingly calming, unrelentingly nostalgic, and yet what it did she found completely and utterly indescribable. On nights when she thought of her mother, Maddison would walk softly to the large kitchen and, dismissing the night-staff momentarily, pour two cups of what she used to call ‘Galaxy Grey’ - a simple, satisfying Lady Grey tea with calming herbs and fruit pips swirled throughout like a cluster of stars, glistening in the near black void of her cup.
Sipping delicately from her cu
The searing heat of red-hot iron was all the young lady could feel as flames licked the walls of the room around her, but still she continued her ascent of the staircase, rushing demurely to what she knew was likely her certain death. The upper reaches of the manor, logically, were not the wisest place to run to during a house-fire and yet something in her stomach told her that this was the way she must go.
Reaching the rapidly warping attic door she carefully wrapped her scarf around her hand to dull the pain she knew would course through her hand the moment she risked the handle. “A Thorne will yield to no obstacle…” She
Darkness
Darkness
Perfect pitch
Am I blind?
I remember not my identity
"I don’t know where I am." I scream
The words do not escape my lips, save for a brief, choked gurgling
What hell hath been wrought upon me that everything I once was could be torn from my mind’s pages so violently
Another darkness ebbs in around me, now, as muffled noises drill deafening into my head, drowning my thoughts in nonsensical gibbering
I know not what vile incantation they weave, that transforms thought to mush
I fear my old self has already fled
I fear this new life
My body weakened
I cry
Pain
Light
If my affections were wrought in iron
For all the world to see
My ardor sculpted in twisted bliss
The meaning one could ne’er miss
I fear that it would be too small
Even if built with iron all
Even if iron all consumed
I fear your heart I'd twist and wound
'T'would not be harm that I was tryin'
And t'would bring shame to me
If my affections were wrought in iron
For all, but you, to see
Our flirtatious phrases, never officially meeting, yet never quite apart from one another, flash with a subtly amorous glow across our screens. Our fingers dance a complicated waltz. They long. They yearn. They need each other. Yet they can never touch.
I am free - bound to my chair by responsibility, while you sit inside your well organised cells, crying at me to release you, even if for a brief moment. You yearn to be walked, to be viewed, even just to be transferred to another holding pen - a prison of a different name.
I am not mastered by you, and yet my life now revolves around ensuring your safety, maintaining your integrity, and validating your existence.
I am not a bad person. It is simply my job to manipulate you to serve my own purpose; the purpose of another; or sometimes, simply, to just see how far I can push you before something is broken. I like to see what I can get out of
Finn's lip curled slightly as he silently snarled at the approaching Lemurian menace. He gripped the handle of the cold iron poker he was wielding with determination, as he readied himself for the oncoming assault. The three stark white minions hovered at their position just inside the door-frame, their hollow faces contorted into grimly curious expressions, seemingly taking in everything around them, absorbing all of the information that they could.
"They're new..." Alex commenting, dropping his guard somewhat as his face grew an equally curious expression. "Pure white instead of pure black. I wonder if that means anything." Finn noticed Ta
The group sat, glued to the oversized television screen in Natasha's entertainment centre, as they watched the world unravel in front of them. Nations the world over were reacting to what was being called the alien assassination of a president, and persons of importance from all walks of life were being evacuated into high security safe areas of the utmost secrecy.
Alex was, by and large, quite confident that the president was alright. He had convinced himself, partially during his research, and partially during their marathon viewing of the ever-breaking news, that the Lemurians needed their victims alive - mostly due to the unnerving words
Natasha felt her father's eyes burn into her as she sat at the dinner table prodding listlessly at her food. She had conspired with Finn, before he returned home, about the best way to cover up the marking on her neck, and had decided that an ascot was the most subtle way. It was obvious that her father suspected that something was amiss.
"Why are you wearing that, Natasha?" He scowled at her as he finished dabbing his mouth with a napkin. It was, excepting the usual pleasantries, the first thing that he had said to her all meal - he hadn't even bothered to make his usual comment on how she was merely pushing her food around her plate, and n
It was a restless boyfriend that finally woke Natasha was from her restless sleep. She rubbed the sleep dust from her eyes before turning over to return the favour. Finn mumbled incoherently as Natasha gently roused him. "Good morning, Finny..." Her attempt to be cheerful fell flat, her words instead betraying the fact that her night had been plagued by visions of what had transpired in the library.
"You sound about as good as I feel, babe..." Finn moaned a mournful protest of having to wake up before propping himself on his elbow and leaning over to kiss Natasha tenderly. "Still having them-"
"-Every time I close my eyes..." Natasha sighed
I'm not really quite certain what to write here...
I'm a mathematician and a language nerd.
I like video games.
I like writing.
I like teaching people things.
I love maths!
Current Residence: Some Kind Of House deviantWEAR sizing preference: XL or L MP3 player of choice: Whatever Works Shell of choice: Conch Wallpaper of choice: I prefer painted walls Skin of choice: The one I'm in
Rules: First ten to comment gets a feature of FIVE of their deviations! but you must make a journal just like this one with me on the top of your feature list! (links or thumbnails)
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Humanised Octavia
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Hey everyone! I've started my videos again :D I can't upload them on here - well, not that I can figure out, anyway - but I *have* got a YouTube channel. If you wanna find my most recent video just search for "TRBLOTB" (or go to this link: http://youtu.be/QFfSfmeQ45Q) it's not my best work, but I'm digging the new style as opposed to the older more typical review style vids I used to do.
ALSO I'm going to start writing fiction again soon! I have a plan for 13 short stories that will all tie in together and stuff. Gotta get over this "can't write long things" issue I've got...I'm also considering writing a series of poems on a topic that is..
BRITISH
[x] You drink a lot of tea.
[x] You know what a brolly is.
[] Deal or No Deal has taken over your life.
[] You wanted Ben to win X Factor.
[x] You use the word "bugger" or the phrase "bloody hell."
[x] Fish and chips are yummy.
[x] You can eat a Full English Breakfast.
[x] You dislike Emos almost as much as you dislike Chavs.
[x] It's football.... Not soccer.
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AUSTRALIAN
[] You wear flip-flops all year.
[x] You call flip-flops "thongs" not flip-flops.
[x] You love a backyard barbie.
[x] You know a barbie is not a doll.
[] You love the beach.
[x] Sometimes you swear without realizing.
[] You're a sports fana