Recent content by Curiosity

She sat before the fireplace, small as She’d always been, a child of precious eyes, white hair, and ebony skin. The hair was now loose, no longer tied down, no longer tied back, and drifted idly in the breeze that when the moment was not paused would be caused by the orange flames. Her back was...

She laughed, but it was – almost too soft, too small. Her eye was sad; so was the other, but She hoped that one wouldn’t show the pain too deeply. She remembered his laugh, rough and raucous. Some stray strain of it still settled between these walls, ingrained as the star-charts in the ceiling...

There was a moment that suspended itself. She did not seem to See, even with his eye. In that moment the body was suspended, as all else was. But as Lark settled themself at the table, another set of Eyes turned to look at them. The face was small, the Child to whom it belonged clinging behind...

Her smile became his smile for a flickering moment, a splitting grin bright and crooked as the full moon on a clear night. The objections were anticipated, but the joke as they came across the threshold and truly became Her guest. The smile unraveled, somewhat, as the thread resonated in...

There was a dis-chord, discordant and discarded as fear turned to not-quite-Curiosity, but caution. There was a twist at the edges of time, which was not Her domain but still dictated the beat at which She could Be. Then it returned to as it had always been; and She was left with a faint hum...

The sadness came in waves, a gentle crash and flow that crested and fell, as it seemed no part of Her was without pain for them. And their sadness found itself reflected back from Her, not impatience or anger at the long soft stare that saw someone else who was gone sitting there. And they were...

She knew, of course, that they were there, long before they spoke. Her Song did not distract her so much she could miss one who missed so much. It would seem her respite had ended – or would, when the last Note fell. So perhaps she dragged it out, a little longer than was needed, but no less...

Alabama Swamps “Alone at the edge of the universe humming a tune…” Summer slept heavily in Alabama. The humidity pressed the darkness close, interrupted only by dreams of pale green light that flashed their non-messages into the air around them. And yet for her weight, summer did not sleep...