My face must have frightened him, so white and fierce through the darkness. I saw his green eyes flick up to the stone angel which loomed above us, its features reflected my own luminous appearance.
I held my violin in my lap, clutching the one thing which I had brought from my mortal life. He knew it then, that the music hed heard, the sweet songs that had penetrated his dreams was from me.
I felt the familiar thirst pressing against my throat in a giant lump which threatened to make me choke. I stood, he froze, my heart was pounding in my ears, enveloping the sounds of the traffic. We were far beyond their gaze; he was lost in my domain, my embrace, my thirst.
My teeth were in his neck, I felt his fists hitting my back becoming weaker, he was heavy in my arms. I dropped him. His lifeless body left in the leaves, drained of everything. Memories. Thoughts. Life. Everything.
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"The average man cannot believe that an artist may be as serious and highminded an observer of life as the professed man of science." Aleister Crowley
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"The average man cannot believe that an artist may be as serious and highminded an observer of life as the professed man of science." Aleister Crowley
You're on a roll!
I like this most of all the works you've recently submitted, maybe because there's some weird kind of harmony and balance thing going on in the composition and contrast. Good work darling
Awesome!!! I would like to undersand your story, but I'm a disaster in English and I can't understand all... but I love your violinist, the colours, the background, the pose... Ahh... I can't believe, what a great work!!
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The narrative is awesome.
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"The average man cannot believe that an artist may be as serious and highminded an observer of life as the professed man of science."
Aleister Crowley
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"The average man cannot believe that an artist may be as serious and highminded an observer of life as the professed man of science."
Aleister Crowley
Nice work!
Thank you.
I like this most of all the works you've recently submitted, maybe because there's some weird kind of harmony and balance thing going on in the composition and contrast. Good work darling
Sorry, I'm a bit of crazy...
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