I Resist the Muses

( Do you believe in an afterlife? If so, what do you expect to find when you get there? )

Muse: Grey MacNamara
Fandom: None, Original

It's snowing. Small flakes of white spin madly, silently. Images drift and spin, to settle scattered on the ground.

The feel of skin beneath my hands, smooth and warm. The brush and tickle of sandalwood scented hair. The sharp ridge of a hipbone beneath my tongue. A shiny ring of steel so intimately placed rubbing against the back of my throat. The gasps and moans of pleasure, murmured words of love. These sharp and burning memories leave a bloody trail behind as they slip now from my hands.

I long to cling, to hold, to hear those words from you. Instead I let you go, hold my memories close. The sound of your laughter, the curve of your smile, the scent of your skin.

Alone I sit here, with the wall to my back, and watch the falling snow.

I love you.


Muse: Grey MacNamara
Fandom: None, original character.

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( Some swearing, somewhat dark. )

Muse: Grey MacNamara
Fandom: None, original character.

What song best describes you and why?

That’s a tough one, there are so many and they all describe different aspects of who I am. I’ll go with the first one that comes to mind. No Paradise by a band called Silke Bischoff. There was a point in my life when this song said everything there was to say about me, especially this:

A liquid sky like running ink
White crystals in a burning ocean
Crucified with needles
There's no paradise
Your blood is pouring down your arms
Your future in a sooty spoon
Crucified with needles
There's no paradise

I’ve made it past that, but it’s a part of who I am, and those words still resonate strongly with me.

(Comments, RP, whatever here.)

Language issues, as usual.

( Love. What a thorny, nuanced thing. )

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( Be warned, I tend to swear more than I should and say things I prbably shouldn't. )