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you're too young & eager to love

a liturgy

And I pray one prayer—I repeat it till my tongue stiffens—may you not rest as long as I am living! You said I killed you—haunt me, then! Be with me always—take any form—drive me mad! Only do not leave me in this abyss where I cannot find you.

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If all else perished ...

... and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.

Posts Tagged: 'character:+regina'

Jan. 9th, 2012

impertinences: (my loyalties turned)
impertinences: (my loyalties turned)

half-savage & hardy & free

impertinences: (my loyalties turned)
I started writing this as a gift. After revisiting it, I didn't like the direction it was going or much of the writing. I'm going to leave it alone and (hopefully) start something else. But I'm posting the beginning here anyway.

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There was something you knew once. Or perhaps only thought you knew. Fleeting, difficult to grasp. Most people gain knowledge with time, strengthen it with experience, but not you. You have only become more foolish, less sure.


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There’s a crush of bodies in a hot den. Music that is too gaudy while the gin you’ve been sipping is watered down, stale on your tongue. The younger hospital staff is celebrating someone’s birthday, thrilled that another thirty-six hour shift has come to an end. You were invited more out of kindness than belonging. The other attendings and residents flick their eyes suspiciously at you between refills of mixed drinks; stuck up princess, they think, the only reason she ever got a scalpel and an OR is because of her father’s checking account.

You know, and it makes you smirk behind your lipstick. The truth is that you are a pale imitation of yourself when you are not in surgery. That your absolute precision and control is talent and, therefore, not able to be purchased. It’s something to be envied (the only thing about you worth envying.)

Drugs slow you down long enough to breathe, giving you merciful patches of black clarity in your memory. So you slip away into the restroom, still holding your gin, and swallow a pill behind closed doors. You mostly taste juniper. It’s quick acting though and your vision turns hazy at the edges. Leaving your glass on a counter, you push your way into the swarm of bodies, letting the music seep into your body and accelerate your heartbeat, your adrenal glands. This is your favorite kind of dancing, a wild animal story told with limbs and sweat. You sing nonsense words over the drums and scatter laughter like applause.

It’s true when they say that people dance the way they fuck. Your thighs shake a little from the tension in your legs, balancing and moving on high heels that turn you taut. You wear your hair down and it presses against your hot neck. You breathe unevenly. Drey notices all of this from her position at the bar, her fingers still on the wrist of the woman at her side. Her eyes are dark and the lights make her look sly when she’s still recovering from the sight of you. It is always a bullet-strike to her stomach whenever she encounters you outside of her apartment, when she is forced to remember how much of a stranger you really are.

Aug. 21st, 2011

impertinences: (I can't claim innocence)
impertinences: (I can't claim innocence)

50 sentences

impertinences: (I can't claim innocence)
Regina and Drey as vampires - 1 word prompts.

This was crazy difficult. I enjoyed it for ten minutes, then regretted ever starting this challenge. I began forever ago and, finally, finished tonight on a whim, so the writing style jumps around (I think). Also, I intended the sentences to sort of flow together - unfortunately, only some of them do that. Some of the sentences are ridiculously horrible too.

/grumble

50 )

May. 28th, 2011

impertinences: (words you spoke)
impertinences: (words you spoke)

a tiny pin-prick

impertinences: (words you spoke)
Regina and Drey as vampires. On a whim.

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Drey wants to say what have I done. She wants to hold her, but Regina won’t let her. The change has brought out the strawberry of her hair; her lips are no longer the pink of pearls but deathly white. She is ruddy yet pale at the same time. And she is hungry.

The silk of her dresses fascinate her. She fingers them with a delicate appreciation she never had before. Her heart isn’t beating, but she finds herself with a stronger, more acute, longing. Drey brushes back the luster into her hair; her fingers are longer than Regina remembers, and she kisses them with fervor – a forwardness that causes Drey to mourn and love at the same time.

Yet she distances herself. She spends hours in front of the mirror, aghast at her reflection. There is no need for petty cosmetics. The change has focused on her brilliant eyes, her cupid mouth, the sharpness of her cheekbones. She chooses diamonds that reflect the coldness she wants to inhabit, and she does not remember the idea of a husband.

She hunts with a stalker’s precision. Specific and deliberate. Women with soft arms, women who smell like cigarette smoke and honeysuckles. They taste like promises, like wedding bouquets and disillusions. There is blood, hot and tempting, on her fingers, underneath her nails. The blood that Drey removes with her mouth, and Regina allows with a quiet fascination.

Feb. 3rd, 2011

impertinences: (I held you like a lover)
impertinences: (I held you like a lover)

the way I'm left here silent

impertinences: (I held you like a lover)
I'm not pleased with this.
Oh well.




I can't reach you )