‘Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: For thy love is better than wine. Because of the savour of thy good ointments Thy name is as ointment poured forth, Therefore do the virgins love thee. Draw me, we will run after thee: The king hath brought me into his chambers: We will be glad and rejoice in thee, We will remember thy love more than wine: The upright love thee. ‘
- Song of Solomon 1:2-4
“Who is this,” she asked tapping the murky photograph on the table.
“That’s me when I was younger, at work of all places.” Raz grinned at this beautiful creature standing before him.
“What was your job?”
“I was, am, a sniper,” He shifted to the other foot nervously, not sure how she would react.
She simply smiled, “I should paint you often.”
“Oh, you are a painter, are you?”
“I’m just starting out, yes.”
Her smile was so beautiful but there was something else, something dark within it and Raz couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Was it sadness? Whatever it was, he was determined to cure it.
Raz at work:
Time passed and the lovers bloomed with Raz doting on her every word, her every gesture, her every action, even doting on every flick of her eyelash. Raz himself developed physically into something else…. Something equally mysterious. Something much bigger and wealthier.
Her
He would only call her her, so that's what she was known by.
She would paint me all the time.
Then she became despondent. I'm not sure about what but it was that sadness I saw it first when I met her, it had grown into something almost uncontrollable. She would sit like that for hours and hours, not moving, not speaking. Only sitting there. She didn't give me a clue as to what was going through her mind.
She would wander off from her work and just think. Not a sound from her lips nor meaningful glance from her eyes.
One night a Toreador found her and fell madly in love with her. He Embraced her.
She didn’t look back, not once. Not to me, not to our home. She was entranced.
Out into the woods she would roam.
She wandered around, still. Away from her lover? I don’t know. I would follow her out into the woods and around. To check on her, to keep an eye on her. I was so enchanted by her, always had been. I was so used to doing it that I simply kept it up even though she had thoroughly crushed me to where I couldn’t recover. I began learning the reasons behind her behavior bit by bit. Even though she didn’t speak, I could still see it in her expressions, in the look of her eyes, in the places that she would go. It was like a soft trail of mercy, of clues as to why this creature that I had never harmed had walked away and left me with a broken soul, a fate that I would wish upon no man nor creature.
It was gettingg harder and harder for her to accept the beast that was now within her.
She stayed in New Orleans even though she had left. I know that it sounds mixed up and crazy but it’s true. I don’t know what else to say. She had left me completely but she was still here. It felt like when she left me that she should have left New Orleans but that’s not what happened. Feelings can be so deceiving sometimes. I felt like she would never leave me, too, but she did. Deception rules tainted hearts.
The Council
Then came The Council.
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