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Vylia crouched by the door, her scarlet-tinted eye peeking into the open crack left carelessly by the room’s most recent occupant. That there was someone in the house besides the Master and the staff was extraordinary, and she was determined to find out who was visiting at such an hour. The other staff refrained from looking – they were demure and respectful, they insisted. Bullshit, thought Vylia. They were just scared of being caught. It wasn’t as if they weren’t curious… but of course, the only one willing to actually act on that curiosity was Vylia herself. Oh well. “Sebastien, really now. What provokes such

And so long am I absent from your presence How I long to touch, to feel, embrace Yet you are gone Naught but cool wind caresses my fingertips Am I to languish so in despair? I miss you I miss your easy smile Miss your casual way with words You are my reason for greeting the morning sun Where are you? Where have you gone? Are you forgetting me? You, who are my loving despair? Will I ever see you again? Will you give me a chance? I hope for you to love me, someday. Ever think how perfect we would be together? See how much I care for you. You are my forbidden sanctuary Again and again, you save me from myself.

Then let me sleep, for I do not wish to see That which hath come over thee Let me preserve thee in my memory Like a pressed flower – wonderful, beautiful and unrealistic For in its flattened state it lacks the vitality of life

Click. Click. Tap-ety tap-ety tap-ety tap. The keys of the keyboard echo with my written intent. Stupid glasses Sliding off my nose again Breaking my concentration But that doesn't stop the words from flowing (Nothing can stop the words from flowing) But the distraction yields a pause And the inner pressure builds As the words, momentarily cut off, build up Inside my body I need to write, I need to write I must set these words free! The laptop heat Spreads through my legs Though annoyingly enough My toes are still cold How does that even work? Glasses slide With a groan, I slide them up Knowing they'll fall again eventu

Dorian sighed, looking out the window with deep purple eyes gazing far-off into the distance. The light breeze coming in from the window was not nearly as pleasant as the one he was hoping for, but it was all he could ask for at the moment, stuck as he was in The City during the summer months... not that he wasn't ever not stuck in The City. Where would he go anyway? The City was everywhere and... no, he wouldn't think on that just now. He was too young to do anything about it at the moment anyhow. Besides, he was a skinny little kid who still attended school - it wasn't as if he'd have the time to go out and take the test. And so he let his

Everything’s dark out. It’s quiet, almost peaceful. The crickets make their soft chirping occasionally, and all you can hear is the sound of your soft footsteps and a little whisper of music you’ve kept on. You quietly sing along to your chosen song, most likely something from Across the Universe or something just quiet in general. This time, it’s “Raw Sugar” by Metric. Step, step, step. “Sort of wonder why… no one said a word… don’t you like it on the sly? … Don’t you like it till it hurts…?” Step, step, step. “Have I been on your mind? … what’s a voice

You’re gone… But I forget this through the day When my mind is otherwise occupied I focus on the present – no time for the past And I forget You’re gone… But it hits me later Harshly ringing through my mind Like an obnoxious church bell The intensity catching my breath You’re gone… It’s in this moment of distraction that I remember The memories trickle back Dancing underneath my closed eyelids Taunting me in your absence You’re gone… But oh how I still hear your whispering voice Soft with kindness, yet persistently insistent Encouraging me to be the best that I can be Long a