11-18-2008, 01:58 AM
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Poe kept a distinct appreciation for any and all of the little things in life, particularly those that held no more credibility than being simply ridiculous. Quick smiles and childish giggles were like complimentary colours to the ghosts and ghouls that she chased when the sun went down; opposites so far flung that they gave balance on the tightrope that she favoured so much more than the sturdy, hard ground below. Ahren’s weight fell to one side, allowing Poe to lean into the other, and they moved gracefully in a shared intuition. A turning yin and yang, the pale man and the dark lady, suspended in their balance. That and many other things brought a broad smile to her face, pinched in the corner of her eyes in agreement with his devilish mask.
“Almost,” she replied soundly, setting down the music box and picking up one last plastic disk. With another brush, she picked out a dark, smoky grey shade amongst several others, and rose to her knees before Ahren. “Close your eyes,” she said in a tone both puckish and tender with some residual memory of eye-closed trust months passed. A couple of soft, even strokes covered his brow to lower lid. It was only when his eyes opened again that, with an indiscrete stare, she noted that it was really only meant for the upper eyelids. Still, the pleased posture quickly returned when she took in his new look overall. He looked truly sinister, a smeared painting of the perfect, cheerful women and jesters she had seen many times on walls and books, gone wrong. It was a delightful balance between the worlds by her standards, and she beamed at him. “Now you’re done. Between the two of us, we could scare off even the most dreaded souls.” They really could protect each other from anyone, as he had told her in a feverish craze. Grotesque, dreamy heros.
In a tower of steel Nature forges a deal To raise wonderful hell
Poe held a great appreciation for the small, ridiculous things in life. Or maybe it was just the ridiculous in general, that very often came in small packages. The human world was full of it, useless, flashy things that had no use beyond a smile or a snort, but had a way of tinting the Poe kept a distinct appreciation for any and all of the little things in life, particularly those that held no more credibility than being simply ridiculous. Quick smiles and childish giggles were like complimentary colours to the ghosts and ghouls that she chased when the sun went down; opposites so far flung that they gave balance on the tightrope that she favoured so much more than the sturdy, hard ground below. Ahren’s weight fell to one side, allowing Poe to lean into the other, and they moved gracefully in a shared intuition. A turning yin and yang, the pale man and the dark lady, suspended in their balance. That and many other things brought a broad smile to her face, pinched in the corner of her eyes in agreement with his devilish mask.
“Almost,” she replied soundly, setting down the music box and picking up one last plastic disk. With another brush, she picked out a dark, smoky grey shade amongst several others, and rose to her knees before Ahren. “Close your eyes,” she said in a tone both puckish and tender with some residual memory of eye-closed trust months passed. A couple of soft, even strokes covered his brow to lower lid. It was only when his eyes opened again that, with an indiscrete stare, she noted that it was really only meant for the upper eyelids. Still, the pleased posture quickly returned when she took in his new look overall. He looked truly sinister, a smeared painting of the perfect, cheerful women and jesters she had seen many times on walls and books, gone wrong. It was a delightful balance between the worlds by her standards, and she beamed at him. “Now you’re done. Between the two of us, we could scare off even the most dreaded souls.” They really could protect each other from anyone, as he had told her in a feverish craze. Grotesque, dreamy heros.