04-10-2009, 03:47 PM
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ugh, i suck, long wait.
She did not move in response to him this time, feeling frozen by time. They had since departed from the 3rd dimension and had entered the 4th, they were unstuck in time. Location didn't matter any more. She saw devils flashing red-stained teeth and holy angels hiding their faces, ashamed of the world they governed. And in between the ranks of holy and unholy stood a sea of faces, blank, dumb, like helpless deer. Who were they? Citizens of the world, perhaps, departed and otherwise. They couldn't see their fate, but she could, clearly, passing by too quickly for her to register. The lady again became aware of the Vendetta's presence, back in the forest, cloaked in the heavy warm darkness. A shiver passed through her as he spoke. She was looking into his eyes.
What did she see? She saw nothing and everything at the same time. He was playing with her, mocking her, but she did not mind, for the only fear of him existed down in her subconscious and she was willingly his. 'Your eyes reflect back not you, but the world surrounding, and your darkness, which is holy but not so. They have nothing, yet, all existences of time occur within them, and also out of them.' She closed her eyes then and breathed deeply, now addressing him. 'Can you transcend? Do you not see the holiness and unholiness conflict?' They were always there, in the darkness.
Like a cancer scare In the dentist's chair
Sabeen had since stopped thinking and was just being, breathing in and out, embracing the darkness that surrounded him. She had her own darkness to accompany her, although her's was plagued with holy terrors and religious whisperings. Corvus seemed to be in a higher plane, a man to follow. He should have worshipers at his feet, as he taught of becoming nothing. Yet it seemed almost below his dignity to grace a group of needy followers. Her eyes sought his again, drinking in the nothingness. It was soothing. 'Wir denken, Gott lenkt.' She did not know why she was here. It was not her business to know, and so she didn't even contemplate it. She did not move in response to him this time, feeling frozen by time. They had since departed from the 3rd dimension and had entered the 4th, they were unstuck in time. Location didn't matter any more. She saw devils flashing red-stained teeth and holy angels hiding their faces, ashamed of the world they governed. And in between the ranks of holy and unholy stood a sea of faces, blank, dumb, like helpless deer. Who were they? Citizens of the world, perhaps, departed and otherwise. They couldn't see their fate, but she could, clearly, passing by too quickly for her to register. The lady again became aware of the Vendetta's presence, back in the forest, cloaked in the heavy warm darkness. A shiver passed through her as he spoke. She was looking into his eyes.
What did she see? She saw nothing and everything at the same time. He was playing with her, mocking her, but she did not mind, for the only fear of him existed down in her subconscious and she was willingly his. 'Your eyes reflect back not you, but the world surrounding, and your darkness, which is holy but not so. They have nothing, yet, all existences of time occur within them, and also out of them.' She closed her eyes then and breathed deeply, now addressing him. 'Can you transcend? Do you not see the holiness and unholiness conflict?' They were always there, in the darkness.