Post and thought….

Here’s a recent post I wrote for a roleplay I am involved in:

Juli Arwyne Lemorre....

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Silver optics left the scene of gathered Wild Children to finally rest upon a young man.  Cool, calm, feverish.  The conversation with the tree had long since ended and now here was an appiration.  The pixie shook its head, certain it was hallucinating.

A soft, gentle voice.  A name.  Muscles beneath delicate skin shifted as emotions warred across ethereal features. The tension was evident in the way the creature held its body.  The body of a child.  Or was it?  No, the mind of an old man rested within this body.  Said body had been around for a decade and a half, no longer a child.  Thoughtful pools regarded the concerned young man.

“Soren.” Disbelief rang in those soft bells of a voice.

More words, spoken without too much emotion.  Facts.  Pure facts.  “Do I...?” Mild tone, swept with gentle surprise.

Well, it was probably a fact.  This face was not one for praising another when they looked their worst, this face said the truth.  And the pixie found that he appreciated that.  Appreciated it greatly.  The other was no longer above the ethereal creature.  So the muscles relaxed, the predatory gleam leaving gentle eyes.

Gentle words, spilled before the small figure.  A boy.  A name.  Juli.  The violet locked teen’s features were marred by a tiny frown.  “Why would you wish to help me, Soren?  I thought you might hate me...”

An involuntary shudder, a tensing of the profile.  The pixie could smell it now, the vehicle.

Moses comes…

Indeed.

It slowly neared the large group.  Juli, as he was called, remained quiet, his gaze no longer resting on his companion’s worried features.  Gleaming silver gazed into the depths of the darkness at the approaching monster.  The animal within would normally have taken off at such a sound, but the human within was not frightened.

Pale light shone.  What sort of light? Bright, cruel, piercing light.  The type that searched out.  The type that stabbed.  A pang of instinctual fear ran through veins of warm blood.  But the frightening light disappeared, replaced by the cool comfort of darkness.  True beauty.

The large vehicle crawled into the clearing.  The noise froze in the night air.  Silence broken only by voices.  Musical voices.  The voices of the fae gathered at midnight to dance.  Dance for what?  Life.  Happiness.  Because they could.  A smile graced petal-soft lips, bringing meager joy to the world for a few minor seconds before it blinked out.

Two fairies climbed out of the monstrous thing.  A voice rang out, overpowering the sprinkle of music.  Welcome.  Greeting.  Gratitude.  Darwinism and letters.  Training.  Twins of girls.  Androids hiding behind the facade of beautiful young women.  Lovely fairies.  Or perhaps they were angels?  But what were angels except a figment of one’s imagination?  Fairies then...But what kind?  The Unknown.

Another set of wise eyes met those old man eyes fixed in the skull of the young man.  Glazed eyes, watching with amusement and fascination.  A voice, not calm at all, although quite steady.  The named Juli almost smiled, such promise in that voice.

“I am no fool, my dear Moses.  I only thought that I would prefer being here than stuck in that dreary old place...So dreary, there were no fairies about.  What was I to do?” A flimsy argument at best.  “Perhaps you did tell me, perhaps I conveniently forgot.  I wished to be here, can you find fault?” A regal nod, the elfin creature would comply with such orders.  “Is the Leopard to be refused what he thinks he deserves?  What he so desires?  My mind may be clouded, but I would rather be here tonight than be trapped alone in that depressing room.  My gravest apologies for offending your honor.” Those features held grave solemnity clasped tightly, but it seemed a little bit of the Leopard was tainting the pixie’s good manners.

Silence reigned in the shadows.  Acknowledgement of a speech.  A long speech, full of intricacies.  Journals.  Grandfathers.  Fingers.  What would be broken first?  Perhaps the grandfather clock.  A curse, the one called Juli blinked slowly, almost confused by the sharp, distasteful word that had the indecency to spill out of that odd man’s mouth.  Moses.  Darwinism again.  Such oddities this meeting held.

Only one night to go?  Goodbyes had been said.  The pixie had been both prepared and unprepared.  Everything and nothing had been left behind.  What a wonderful adventure this was turning out to be.  A taint of pale pink on snowy skin, what was this?  Gratitude?  Or singling one out.  Resting against the tree, the silver eyed fae said nothing to acknowledge the name that rang out which he knew to belong to himself.

An outline of rooms.  The old.  The ordinary.  This Juli would be taking control of the head room.  The most important room.  The one room of so few that none would be granted access to.  None.  Not even himself.  With the exception of that particular bed room.

An outline of paparazzi rules.  Such kindness, such benevolence.  The staff.  Good staff.  Delirium was good.

Three hours.  How sad.  Poor fairies.  Ripped from family, friends and lovers.  Choices made quickly.  Time so little.  Minutes so few to spare.  Goodbyes already said, the fragile figure was still discontent.

More gifts.  So much.  Fame had its price.  Everything had its price.  But Juli would pay, even if it was not his price to pay.  He didn’t really care.  Not anymore.  The memory of an empty room.  Father had been scheduled to visit.  He hadn’t come.  The pixie had been left to himself that day.  All on his lonesome.

Get on the bus? Bus? The large vehicle?  That bad-tempered thing?  Fear and discontent swept through warm-blooded veins.  An ice cold bucket upchucking its contents over the small skull.  A small, trembling, weak hand found another’s arm and gripped it with what little strength hid in those small limbs.

All other’s around the pixie seemed to be busy with their own events.  Would this man, this Soren, disappear on the ethereal personage?  Would there be no smoke?  Panic pierced the cloud of delirium.  Riddles swept through a foggy mind.  Confusion.  Tiny digits dug into the arm they clung to. The need for an anchor too strong to ignore.  The feeling of swimming in an ocean of thick syrup would not leave the small pixie.  Too slow.  Too slow!

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

Ok, so that didn’t come out as well as I’d wished for it to...But still.  ‘Tis all good!