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| Let me be.. ..your fatal touch |
| ..of temptation... |
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| Cerise Keiran Latenat |
| It's dangerous to see beyond The visions that we breathe But I can hold it in my hand and know That there is something to this that will never die. |
| Let me twist you all around.. Till you don't know your up from d o w n |
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| I can make this world of lies Into a fantasy of truth. All you need to do is t a k e m y h a n d. |
| ���''�'�'� '� -� . � . �- �'�'�'�''��� Falacy Incarnate `��''���`'���`''��� Do you truly care that it's all a lie, As long as no one wakes you up? |
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| Did you think I held the better side of never? That I'd stick around corrupted lies forever? I thought that bittersweet time was running out.. So why am I now turned so much about? |
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| . Silence was the sound that the world sang when there was nothing left to praise. When bitter times fell upon those least deserving, and the only words left to be spoken were those witnessed in death. Deadly hours that dwelt so far from dawn and dusk comprised the gloaming, wherein veils were lifted, and the true corruption that tainted every glance and gesture of perfection found itself revealed in every consort of truth and fairy tales spoken to keep unruly children in bed at night. For there were those who knew better then to see such lies revealed; the world was a place of ignorance and compromise, and upon one such matter as this, one was best left in the shadows of doubt that dwelt within the evanescent recesses of the mind's eye. . Twin shards of glassen azure seemed to have been corrupted at some indistinguishable point during the inexplicable absence the lass had taken, by deviant shades of indigo, touched here and there by honed shards of silver that gave the little goil the enrapturing sights of a star-flecked sky at night. It was undeniably a gaze that drew the innermost grounds of trust and amicability from any and all she was thusly associated with, to the point they never wondered at her wiles; it remained a mystery to its bitter-sweet end. Cerise simply had created an art from the manifestation of words, charming a snake out of its bite, and weaving a webwork of lies tighter then steel. Quick wit and keen thoughts allowed for the smoothest of contrivances to be issued, driving her speech with the supple ease of an orator. . And upon the ghastly night of devil-fed dreams and contrived nightmares, it was nothing but silence that greeted those who remained unaware of her homecoming, catquiet steps and a lurid grace defined by the dwelling, letheful predator within moving with the languor and grace of a dancer along the rain-slicked tiles that capped the homes of the small town. A last fluid leap that would have shamed the felines of the jungle placed her upon the roof of the Inne, slanted gaze moving with a curious pensivity along the edge, digits curling about the precipice as she dipped her head over the side, looking down and through the windows thusly presented by her altered view. Pink muscle was run contemplatively over tinted tiers, righting herself with a single smooth, backward step, taking a lounging seat upon the selfsame roof. . The seditious little goil had been absent some time, dallying in the enrapturing sweetness of the world at hand, delving into its deepest corruptions and surrendering to its more amorous seductions. Life was to be lived in the moment, each individualistic drop of tapering time allowed to drown one's thought and form in the wake of either pleasure or pain - whichever of the two deigned to grace one's perception at any given instant. Lustful passions and virulent, lascivious natures were met and honed with each passing whim of fancy, although the seditious lies wrought in such sweetly melodic tones were all that remained to drift in a hapless breeze when morning's light, without exception, found her presence gone, leaving a mere lingering, auric touch in her wake. Such fickle and capricious a nature was not something to be harnessed or captured - it was an effervescent, anomalous being of its own wrought strength and vibrancy, supple and lithesome and practically burning with a willful freedom that crested beyond most could ever dream of reaching. For all her sweet corruption and lies, none could ever fault her for not being /\live. . The cloudcover above seemed to tremble briefly, with a last lingering sigh reminiscent of the passing of the storm, moonlight trickling from the ever burgeoning gaps to fall upon the hamlet below. Silken strands that framed her face in their glowing halo were of the palest flaxen, igniting into a silver flame at the behest of that ghastly glow from the heavens, as though the starlight had been woven with its brother sun to create a hue that was not quite silver.. yet not quite gold. It flowed freely to midback, clasped therein with a small, black leather band to keep it from interfering with whatever midnight jests she cared to partake of. She was the haunt of the rooftops, at times idling there for hours on end, gazing at the emotionless specks of starlight above. As she would now, until someone deigned to take note of her. It was not her place, or her desire, to make any such introduction; she was perfectly happy upon a whim to merely show up, and remain the night's angel of obscurity. It was, in fact, precisely what she desired. Why waste such a glorious night slinking about in search of relatives of whom she had but a sparse recollection? . A feline stretch released what lingering tension remained, her listless sprawl upon the cool, supportive tiles beneath resumed without any discernible hesitance. She would allow the world to pass her by, until it seemed fit - along with the rest of the Latenat - to take heed of her glowing presence. . After all.. it was time to let the games begin, no? |
| ��ח� -x- let me be your drug -x- i'll make / take you high -x- [ lurid temptation / carnal inspiration ] ...let me be your muse... -x- let me be your drug -x- i'll make / take you high -x- � * � � � * � |
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