Avoid if triggered by misplaced apostrophe's. (essayel) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2009-07-15 15:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | elspeth, emily, isabella, max, niles, ruprecht, travis, trevor, vision |
About the Manor, any time, Open
Summer time and all the honeys were out in their little nothings. A good time to go for a stroll around his domain.
Also, it was time to give things a nudge. "Things" that he could feel as a growling roil of discontent writhing within the fabric of the building. Everything needed a break from time to time, their subsequent re-confinement would be that much more painful.
So he left his apartment and passed along the corridor. He lay a hand on one door, causing the varnish to crawl and blister, and gave what lay within specific intstructions. it screamed with frustration and Jon snickered as he walked on.
So many lives, so much drama and angst and anguish. So many deaths.
In another place he paused and held his hand over one particular patch of carpet and the blood, long since washed away, welled thick and hot. He walked on licking his fingers.
No part of the Manor was unvisited. In the basement he looked into a long dead face which looked back in terror. But Joy in the Mocha bloomed and blushed as he touched her, her face briefly that of the woman she could have been.
Then he went out into the garden and stood between the two statues - angel and demon - and looked up at the sun.
Did it dim a little?
Quite possibly.