Character Sketch - Julian by ElvenSoul06, literature
Literature
Character Sketch - Julian
The vampire Julian walks through a storm, and where he’ll end up inside of it is a mystery. Will he stay in the eye of the tempest today and be gentle and silent and kind? Or will he live on the edge, in wind, rain, and blood, consumed by a sharp and ruthless lust for a beating heart to call his own? Alas, they are stopped dead when he reaches in to hold them close, and so he gains nothing. For him all is ruin: broken toys and forgotten figures of glass and stone. He keeps these things within the storm to remind him of his own existence, of years nearly passed out of memory. Gray skies stain everything the color of death to put his soul
"What are you afraid of?" He had asked her as they lay there, under a bay window that showed a velvet black sky, sprinkled with sparkling diamonds. After a few minutes, a hand reached out and took his. He looked down at the soft hand, paper white with rivulets of sapphire under the skin. It had never occurred to him just how much he loved her hands until now.
"Would you like the truth? Or will a lie suffice?" A dulcet voice whispered. She had still not turned to look at him, but her hand in his remained strong.
"The truth." He always asked her for the truth. He didn't want rubies of falsehood, of lies, to ruin what they had taken so long to
unlearn the constellations by CyneNoir, literature
Literature
unlearn the constellations
I may carry my voice
on white-crested wingtips
but I refuse to take the names of birds.
My throat is not a desert
with smoldered star limbs
in place of sand, not a stone
for you to overturn and mark
with gentle cloud prints
or leave in the mud
to be perforated by bright moss.
My song is not made
to be thundered like a body
on the wind, to be bellowed
by the jagged mouths
of some distant, forgotten jungle.
It is made to slide along the edges
of twenty burning suns and rise
like a halo of newfound breath
from the crevice which splits
earth and sea. To break open
like the young, wet-winged dove
born of a glorious mud
which cracks mountains wi
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Hello. I'm your left shift key. You know, on your keyboard? I think it's time we had a little chat.
See, I think I have things better than some others I know. Like my friends P, A, I, and N you know those keys? - well, they've been feeling used. Whenever you open up Microsoft Word, they just start groaning because they feel your poetry coming. Me, though, I guess I'm just feeling ignored. Unappreciated. You know the feeling? I know you do. I saw that poem about your family. Tough stuff, right there. I feel you, I really do.
I know you feel all deep without me. Like the restraints I put upon you shackle your inner poet. I'm not unc
I was laying under the deck on the cold wooden floor, when all of a sudden a cry alerted me. "Land ahead!" yelled a male voice, and I sat up so fast I almost hit Jason in the forehead. "Sorry," he said, holding out a hand. I gladly took it, and he hoisted me up with his firm grip. Jason handed me an Athena helmet and my dagger. I muttered a thanks as one of the Hephaestus kids said we were getting close. Running up the ladder, I rushed to the bow of the ship, clutching the golden figurehead of Festus, squinting my eyes for land. White pillars bordered the grass, and I recognized shapes moving back and forth in a similar pattern, and realized
"Will you run away with me?"
"Yes."
I hadn't expected him to say yes.
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We were far from home before I had the courage to ask why.
"Why not?"
"Haven't you anything back there?"
"Yes. But I want something more."
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We mostly lived in an old trapper's hut in the woods. I swept it every day but I could never get the floor clean. There was blood on the bedroom wall. I think the trapper killed something here. I hope it was an animal.
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I meet an old woman among the trees one day. She is dressed in ragged brown with a brilliant gold locket around her neck. She says she can read my palm. I am skeptical. She takes it anyway.
"Your name is