Date: 5/2/1999 12:32 AM Central Daylight Time
From: CaediaThrn
~I know just how to whisper~
Leaves fell all around, simple copper lost beneath bright yellow and reds. Fingers interlaced within themselves to hold tight to the moment... as if it could stop time in that moment with the added pressure. Soft crimson lips danced up to her ear, playing past the streaked blonde and brown silk that caressed her flawless face.
"I love you.. "
~and I know just how to cry~
She nodded then, both of their booted feet softly keeping rhythm with the winds serenade on the cold concrete. Dusk was falling, the sun losing it's hold on the traveling patrons. Lovers, poets, singer, writers, hard workers, and kids all fluttered towards their homes.
"The deep grey anger of the sky decends... " And her voice was soft.. so delicate as her frame would appear next to his. It was true, the sky had darkened and the wind had picked up. A storm was coming in... a storm that flashed nearly as bright in the depths of the mercury eyes that watched each passing crack in the side walk.
"Don't step on a crack," her small feet deftly skipped each crack, each sliver of imperfection that riddled the unforgiving concrete, "or you'll break your lovers back."
His brow lightly furrowed then beneath the raven drapes that hung low in his eyes. It was true that he was indeed gorgeous, a model in his own. It was this beauty that had captured her attention with his own light grey eyes. She had admitted this to him shortly after they met, and he knew that with her beauty, they would go far.
"I thought the rhyme went with 'Mother' instead.. " he added nonchalantly as he instinctively added pressure to her side to turn them into the hotel.
Her shoulder length hair straddled it's way down towards her lower back as she shrugged just as casually and turned in.
~I know just where to find the answers~
The room was lush with maroon carpet and deep forest green accents. The bed was covered with a pristinely made deep blue comforter surrounded with more of the maroon color in the form of throw pillows.
"Raven?" His voice was a whisper now, watching her with the curiousity and wariness of an alley cat lost within the depths of the dankest alley around. As much as he loved her mysteriousness, it frightened him sometimes. She ignored him and floated towards the bathroom soon to flush out any hopes of his voice breaking the barricade of the rush of water that signaled she was preparing to take a shower.
Making his way towards the spanish tiled hotel bathroom, he noted her tight white shirt was littered carelessly to the floor, along with the pin striped pants that fit her so well. A shudder ran the course of his spine as he himself undressed to meet her in there.
"Is something wrong? You've been acting weird lately... " And this time he raised his voice brazenly over the tide of the water hitting the plastic bathtub as she apparently moved about.
~and I know just how to lie~
"Nothing to be afeared of Brady, everything is fine." But her voice was misleading with the off-tone to it's quality.
He joined her then, nearly wincing at how hot she could stand the water. It was the curves of her body that led the snake closer despite the temperature... he just had to touch her. A hand seeped out to touch first her side, then snaked up her body carefully.
Her own hand reached out to his and pulled him closer... but the look in the silver read nothing but premonition for trouble.
As soon as the raven black of his hair was soaked, and his body met full contact with hers, she pressed her lips against his.
~I know just how to fake it~
Lips against lips, the steam rose to surround them in a dance of seduction... then it came.
<snap>
His body fell to the plastic hard floor with a sudden jolt of unanticipation. With careless abandonment, she continued her shower, oblivious to the lifeless look the grey's held beneath her. Finishing her shower, she exits, sighing with the peace and quiet the once humming hotel now held. Reveling in the feel of cool sheets against bare skin, she snuggled into the bed and let her eyes fall close.
~and I know just how to scheme~
Tomorrow. Tomorrow held so much with so little time. Already the rain drops fell with unforgiveness against the tin plated roof, yet the lull of thunder only served to soothe her even more. Tomorrow she would have to face the music, which meant that once more she'd have to leave town. Sooner or later she would get caught if she stayed in one place... luckily being a person of the streets, she'd learned how to mostly cover her tracks as
well.
~I know just when to face the truth~
The truth... the truth was that she was lost. Lost in a world that was much bigger than her.. much bigger than she could ever hope to be. It was the truth that bound her, the truth that scared her... haunted her in her dreams at night and haunted every step she took.
~and then I know just when to dream~
She was getting along just fine... and now.. now she had a thorn in her side. A past.
~Caedia~
Never take away everything a person has..
cause when a person has nothing to lose,
that's when they're most dangerous.
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A past of comfort
Date: 5/2/1999 10:24 AM Central Daylight Time
From: CaediaThrn
The smell of home.. the city streets.. the endless bustle of never ending sound. Yelling, laughing, whores pitching wares, cars speeding by and honking, doors opening, people cursing or muttering... it was all music to her ears. The place was damp, dirtier than a dump, and riddled with beggars or drug users. A deep breath filled her lungs and expanded the now constantly latex covered body.
The year was 2025 once more, a place where time was cruel to all, and survival was only literally for the fittest. Women were born into greatness, or born into another form of slavery.. this one simply the type that was justifiable to all men. Even the ones weren't immune to it, they simply had more freedom with what to do with their time in between.
The salty breeze whipped through Caedia's golden hair, something of clean hair so rarely seen in that part of town, but hey... it's home. She stood on the corner of 35th S and Fort Neches staring directly at the dusty broken down door that still to this day hung crooked in the frame. The place was open 24 hours a day, so it wasn't like it had to be locked. Caedia managed a smirk knowing exactly what she would find inside, the place wouldn't
change for as long as the two owners she knew worked there.
The Pink Flamingo. Her second home, and her first family. Shiny latex crossed the threshold grinning at the familiar protesting squeak of the wood underneath. Silvers squinted through the ever present cloud of smoke to ponder over the same scene that would be her comfort to this day.
To the left, the bar where a huge bartender leaned against the counter and washed out glasses. His left arm sported the same anchor tattoo proclaiming his love to Mama and the Navy at the same time. He was built and rather large for his size but not a bit of that was fat and nod one had any doubt of that. His black hair was kept neatly in a burr cut, cropped close to his head as if he were afraid of losing it. His tattoo gave some hint of what
happened to one of the blue eyes that was starburst with white black and grey mixed to give a facinating if not eerie effect to the hardened gaze.
Not far away was his wife was floating around like usual, lost into her own world and probably still high off of some effect from the drugs she took long ago. She was in her usual get up of a strange grey coat draped over her arms and the rest of her dress was nothing but constant continous folds of material that barely seemed to keep anything covered. The off white dress glowed strangely in the pink neon lights as she danced and Caedia drew in
a breath watching.
Tony was the first to notice and recognize her, the anchor tattoo tightening as his arm automatically went behind to pick out a certain cobalt blue shot glass and a fresh bottle of Peach Schnapps. He plopped that down on the bar with a loud thunk that got both Caedia's and Annette's attention. Breaking her pixie like float, she turned to the door with a startled yet happily surprised look, she knew that shot glass as Tony had specifially gotten
it for Caedia.
~Caedia~
Never take away everything a person has..
cause when a person has nothing to lose,
that's when they're most dangerous.
From: CaediaThrn
The smell of home.. the city streets.. the endless bustle of never ending sound. Yelling, laughing, whores pitching wares, cars speeding by and honking, doors opening, people cursing or muttering... it was all music to her ears. The place was damp, dirtier than a dump, and riddled with beggars or drug users. A deep breath filled her lungs and expanded the now constantly latex covered body.
The year was 2025 once more, a place where time was cruel to all, and survival was only literally for the fittest. Women were born into greatness, or born into another form of slavery.. this one simply the type that was justifiable to all men. Even the ones weren't immune to it, they simply had more freedom with what to do with their time in between.
The salty breeze whipped through Caedia's golden hair, something of clean hair so rarely seen in that part of town, but hey... it's home. She stood on the corner of 35th S and Fort Neches staring directly at the dusty broken down door that still to this day hung crooked in the frame. The place was open 24 hours a day, so it wasn't like it had to be locked. Caedia managed a smirk knowing exactly what she would find inside, the place wouldn't
change for as long as the two owners she knew worked there.
The Pink Flamingo. Her second home, and her first family. Shiny latex crossed the threshold grinning at the familiar protesting squeak of the wood underneath. Silvers squinted through the ever present cloud of smoke to ponder over the same scene that would be her comfort to this day.
To the left, the bar where a huge bartender leaned against the counter and washed out glasses. His left arm sported the same anchor tattoo proclaiming his love to Mama and the Navy at the same time. He was built and rather large for his size but not a bit of that was fat and nod one had any doubt of that. His black hair was kept neatly in a burr cut, cropped close to his head as if he were afraid of losing it. His tattoo gave some hint of what
happened to one of the blue eyes that was starburst with white black and grey mixed to give a facinating if not eerie effect to the hardened gaze.
Not far away was his wife was floating around like usual, lost into her own world and probably still high off of some effect from the drugs she took long ago. She was in her usual get up of a strange grey coat draped over her arms and the rest of her dress was nothing but constant continous folds of material that barely seemed to keep anything covered. The off white dress glowed strangely in the pink neon lights as she danced and Caedia drew in
a breath watching.
Tony was the first to notice and recognize her, the anchor tattoo tightening as his arm automatically went behind to pick out a certain cobalt blue shot glass and a fresh bottle of Peach Schnapps. He plopped that down on the bar with a loud thunk that got both Caedia's and Annette's attention. Breaking her pixie like float, she turned to the door with a startled yet happily surprised look, she knew that shot glass as Tony had specifially gotten
it for Caedia.
~Caedia~
Never take away everything a person has..
cause when a person has nothing to lose,
that's when they're most dangerous.
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Re: A past of comfort
Date: 5/2/1999 10:50 AM Central Daylight Time
From: CaediaThrn
"Raven?" Annettes voice might have been quiet, but it sliced well enough through the din as the crowd was small tonight. A whole seven including the trio. The blonde head nodded as she floated nearer oblivious now to all else and sank into the arms of the woman. She was safe, covered in the rich thick red curtain of Annette's hair.. blocked from the world and everything evil in it.
As if knowing instinctually what was needed, Annette guided them towards the bar, not breaking the hold for an instant. Tony's gruff voice offered a thin welcome which to anyone else sounded very unenthusiastic, but Caedia knew better. The man was pleased and happy to see her, shown in his movements, his offering, and how quick it was offered.
"Come see, I've had the piano tuned since last you were here." Annette's voice, unlike the gruff one's, was melodic in it's own as if she weren't speaking, but singing a great work of art in some off drawn Shakespearian play. That was what started the bond with the three in the first place. She turned towards the bar, but Tony was already ahead of her and had the duo of hers safe in thick fingers as he himself headed towards the back of the bar
that harbored the piano.
"I gotcha." Was the only thing he said, and for a brief instant there seemed to be a wif of a smile present on his lips.. then the pink wash of neon lights flooded shadows on those planes.
Annette guided Caedia to the piano bench and sat next to her as Tony set down the shot glass and filled it. Neatly, Caedia down the first three shots he poured, then set to looking at the ivory and black keys. As her fingers set down as if homing out home row keys on a keyboard, she closed her eyes. Her right hand moved just a little and fingers rolled in a three key pattern that instantly drew a smile to Annette's lips. It was her favorite.
Downing a fourth shot, she took a deep breath and began, her voice soft at first albeit not because of shyness. She was oblivious to all but those three and the music protruding from that treasure box. It was her world now, somewhere that nothing could ever touch her in.
~Sitting here wasted and wounded... at this old.. piano. Trying hard to capture the moment.. this morning I don't know... Cause the bottle of vodka still lies in my head and some blonde gave me nightmares, I think that she's still in my... bed. As I dream about movies they wont make of me when I'm dead.~
She wasn't in the bar anymore.. the continuous brightening glow of pink fading to black, then regrowing on the flamingo was null and void and in a different place. She was there, at a different piano in a different house.
~With an iron clad fist.. I wake up to french kiss.. the morning.. While some marchin' band keeps it's own beat in my head while we're talking.. About all of the things that I love to believe about love.. the truth.. what you mean to me.. and the truth is..~
The actual truth was that she was so lost and hurt it wasn't funny.. the passionate way she sang the song that was so ancient to these people and herself would draw tears from any person receptive enough to listen. Annette's voice had risen in the background in perfect duet with her, fading perfectly into Caedia's own mind and sanctuary. When her left hand started moving was actually longer than when she finally noticed it.
~Well I'm so far away.. on the steps that I take on my way home.. ~
Home. That seemed like such a metaphor nowdays. And yet.. yet there was something wasn't there? Something that she had strived so hard to ignore and push back down into the recesses of her very soul.
~I'll just close my eyes.. and whisper.. "baby.. part of it's true".. ~
Help. That's what she sought out.. that's why she came here in the first place. The one place she felt safe.. safe in the arms of strangers.
~Well this hotel bars hangover whiskey's gone dry, the barkeepers wig's crooked, and she's giving me the eye.. and I'm might of said ya... but I laughed so hard I think I.. died. Now as you close your eyes.. know I'll be thinking about you.. while my mistress she calls me.. to stand in her spotlight.. again. Tonight.. I wont be alone.. but you know that don't mean I'm not lonely.. I've got nothin' to prove, for it's you.. that I'd die to
defend.~
It was towards the end of that line that Tony's voice had filtered into her thoughts, harmonizing with the two as if it were a natural thing for him. Spurred on by the liquor finally tapping into her nerves and the two beside her, she finished as strongly as ever.
~I want to lay.. you down.. in a bed of roses.. for tonight.. I .. sleep... on a bed of nails. I want to be.. just as close as.. your holy.. ghost is.. and lay you down.. on a bed of roses.~
Even though they begged her to play that song every time she came, they knew tonight the song held very different meaning. Annette's green eyes were flooded with curiousity when Caedia finally opened her eyes and played the last few notes back in the bar.
Hitting two more shots with a slightly brave sigh, she spoke blandly.. silvers pointed directly to the faded golden letters that spelled out Yamaha. The piano itself was an antique if not extinct in the world as it was.
"I found him." Those three words spoke novels to the woman as her eyes widened. Tony however, was a bit lost.
"The love of your life?" He poured her another shot in anticipation, Caedia in love was like him getting beat to death by a midget. The odds were virtually stacked. She didn't have to answer, and gratefully took that moment to down the shot.
"The boy in the dream.. " Annette didn't have to look back to Caedia to know she was right. It was the only thing they had spoke in depth about, and that bothered her so vividly. The dream.
It was always the same.. two happy looking people holding her and taunting her in a playful voice at how silly she was. It was also always the same boy, silver eyes and dancing blonde hair that would tickle her and kiss her nose calling her his little 'Cae-d-did'. To finally have found that boy would mean so much.. an end to her need to know him, and an end to the wonder at who he was. Neither woman had expected to ever find out.
"Who?" Tony had grown silent then, listening as it was his favorite thing.. and poured her shots as fast as she could drink them.
"His name is Tareth. And he's my brother." Those words stunned them into remissive silence and when she stood, they offered no objections.
"I need sleep.. I'll talk with you in the morning?" They both nodded to her silently, Tony finally breaking his silence to say what she expected.
"Same key, same place, same empty couch." Caedia smiled and climbed the stairs enjoying the bliss of drunken unawareness.
~Caedia~
Never take away everything a person has..
cause when a person has nothing to lose,
that's when they're most dangerous.
From: CaediaThrn
"Raven?" Annettes voice might have been quiet, but it sliced well enough through the din as the crowd was small tonight. A whole seven including the trio. The blonde head nodded as she floated nearer oblivious now to all else and sank into the arms of the woman. She was safe, covered in the rich thick red curtain of Annette's hair.. blocked from the world and everything evil in it.
As if knowing instinctually what was needed, Annette guided them towards the bar, not breaking the hold for an instant. Tony's gruff voice offered a thin welcome which to anyone else sounded very unenthusiastic, but Caedia knew better. The man was pleased and happy to see her, shown in his movements, his offering, and how quick it was offered.
"Come see, I've had the piano tuned since last you were here." Annette's voice, unlike the gruff one's, was melodic in it's own as if she weren't speaking, but singing a great work of art in some off drawn Shakespearian play. That was what started the bond with the three in the first place. She turned towards the bar, but Tony was already ahead of her and had the duo of hers safe in thick fingers as he himself headed towards the back of the bar
that harbored the piano.
"I gotcha." Was the only thing he said, and for a brief instant there seemed to be a wif of a smile present on his lips.. then the pink wash of neon lights flooded shadows on those planes.
Annette guided Caedia to the piano bench and sat next to her as Tony set down the shot glass and filled it. Neatly, Caedia down the first three shots he poured, then set to looking at the ivory and black keys. As her fingers set down as if homing out home row keys on a keyboard, she closed her eyes. Her right hand moved just a little and fingers rolled in a three key pattern that instantly drew a smile to Annette's lips. It was her favorite.
Downing a fourth shot, she took a deep breath and began, her voice soft at first albeit not because of shyness. She was oblivious to all but those three and the music protruding from that treasure box. It was her world now, somewhere that nothing could ever touch her in.
~Sitting here wasted and wounded... at this old.. piano. Trying hard to capture the moment.. this morning I don't know... Cause the bottle of vodka still lies in my head and some blonde gave me nightmares, I think that she's still in my... bed. As I dream about movies they wont make of me when I'm dead.~
She wasn't in the bar anymore.. the continuous brightening glow of pink fading to black, then regrowing on the flamingo was null and void and in a different place. She was there, at a different piano in a different house.
~With an iron clad fist.. I wake up to french kiss.. the morning.. While some marchin' band keeps it's own beat in my head while we're talking.. About all of the things that I love to believe about love.. the truth.. what you mean to me.. and the truth is..~
The actual truth was that she was so lost and hurt it wasn't funny.. the passionate way she sang the song that was so ancient to these people and herself would draw tears from any person receptive enough to listen. Annette's voice had risen in the background in perfect duet with her, fading perfectly into Caedia's own mind and sanctuary. When her left hand started moving was actually longer than when she finally noticed it.
~Well I'm so far away.. on the steps that I take on my way home.. ~
Home. That seemed like such a metaphor nowdays. And yet.. yet there was something wasn't there? Something that she had strived so hard to ignore and push back down into the recesses of her very soul.
~I'll just close my eyes.. and whisper.. "baby.. part of it's true".. ~
Help. That's what she sought out.. that's why she came here in the first place. The one place she felt safe.. safe in the arms of strangers.
~Well this hotel bars hangover whiskey's gone dry, the barkeepers wig's crooked, and she's giving me the eye.. and I'm might of said ya... but I laughed so hard I think I.. died. Now as you close your eyes.. know I'll be thinking about you.. while my mistress she calls me.. to stand in her spotlight.. again. Tonight.. I wont be alone.. but you know that don't mean I'm not lonely.. I've got nothin' to prove, for it's you.. that I'd die to
defend.~
It was towards the end of that line that Tony's voice had filtered into her thoughts, harmonizing with the two as if it were a natural thing for him. Spurred on by the liquor finally tapping into her nerves and the two beside her, she finished as strongly as ever.
~I want to lay.. you down.. in a bed of roses.. for tonight.. I .. sleep... on a bed of nails. I want to be.. just as close as.. your holy.. ghost is.. and lay you down.. on a bed of roses.~
Even though they begged her to play that song every time she came, they knew tonight the song held very different meaning. Annette's green eyes were flooded with curiousity when Caedia finally opened her eyes and played the last few notes back in the bar.
Hitting two more shots with a slightly brave sigh, she spoke blandly.. silvers pointed directly to the faded golden letters that spelled out Yamaha. The piano itself was an antique if not extinct in the world as it was.
"I found him." Those three words spoke novels to the woman as her eyes widened. Tony however, was a bit lost.
"The love of your life?" He poured her another shot in anticipation, Caedia in love was like him getting beat to death by a midget. The odds were virtually stacked. She didn't have to answer, and gratefully took that moment to down the shot.
"The boy in the dream.. " Annette didn't have to look back to Caedia to know she was right. It was the only thing they had spoke in depth about, and that bothered her so vividly. The dream.
It was always the same.. two happy looking people holding her and taunting her in a playful voice at how silly she was. It was also always the same boy, silver eyes and dancing blonde hair that would tickle her and kiss her nose calling her his little 'Cae-d-did'. To finally have found that boy would mean so much.. an end to her need to know him, and an end to the wonder at who he was. Neither woman had expected to ever find out.
"Who?" Tony had grown silent then, listening as it was his favorite thing.. and poured her shots as fast as she could drink them.
"His name is Tareth. And he's my brother." Those words stunned them into remissive silence and when she stood, they offered no objections.
"I need sleep.. I'll talk with you in the morning?" They both nodded to her silently, Tony finally breaking his silence to say what she expected.
"Same key, same place, same empty couch." Caedia smiled and climbed the stairs enjoying the bliss of drunken unawareness.
~Caedia~
Never take away everything a person has..
cause when a person has nothing to lose,
that's when they're most dangerous.