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~A Fleeting Glimpse...
As The Hourglass Sifts~

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From: Azling
To: thevampiredagon
Subject: ~A Fleeting Glimpse...As The Hourglass Sifts Onward~
Date: Thu, 17 Dec 1998 23:00:48 EST

::she rises in a lingered stretch from her slumber...slighted paled arms....twist upward...relaxing once more....the thin satiny strap..of her silken gown of black..slip in a slither past her shoulder....dark candles poised upon multi leveled pedestal's....flicker in their slow death.... catching in a mirrored reflections they stray aimlessly into the absorbing darkness of her glassy eyes....she rouses for the eve......hungered.......the shear fabric hued in blackness...that drapes about the strong ...lavishly scrolled wrought iron posts of her feathered bed.....sway gently....a drifting of breeze..catching them in a hushed flutter.....her slender arms draw to a warm close about her from the chill.....the chill that insistently creeps upon her in the evenings summons......arousing her to it's ravenous call.......she slips free from the bonds of her forced rest.....the satiny black gown...conforming and hugging to the taunt features of her slender frame....sundred candle glow sifts within the gathers...as she moves. muffled echoes of her bare feet padding quietly upon the cold marble flooring...bounce and distort in rippling waves down the shadowed chantry's confines......her eyes fall in an always comforted gaze to the three strong statues that hold guarded keep over her in the passing of the days light ....she bids them all a silent gratitude.....a gentle pressing nod conveys this upon them as she passes their ever watchful eyes..slipping silently from her bed chamber.......the ever present scent of burning opium...her favorite incense......... soothes and washes over her .....calling upon faithful memories of fired leaves ....burning woodsmoke...swirling among the roaring blaze..... as plumes of glowing embers...quietly rise heaven bound...........hazily she slips through the darkened silence.........her first thoughts of the eve.....not the usual at all......as her mind quickly presses her toward this infernal contraption....one thing she always thought would never suffice her .......a few clicking noises break the silence..as she lightly presses her stereo system on.......always having abolished silence........loving music as she does......her favorite ..Type O Negative.......cd slipping into place...The Kidney Thieves in close follow as the next CD.........the first sounds she longs to hear as she wakens every night.....whimsically flow over her ...........her eyes shift falling in wonder as she looks to her dimly lit monitor.........the anticipated grazing bite taking to her lips once more......her soft whisper aloud... caught and entangling within the fluidity of the music::::......Ummmmm...Dagon.....have you graced me with your presence this snowy dark night......:::...her body shifts languidly in a lithe move to her desk...she settles to quench her thirsted knowledge........a sly smile lights upon her...his words as always...pass softly aloud from her lips ...she reads onward..........::

My Dearest Dagon,
Your words have once more shuddered me in confounded illusions......I feel ever so strongly this dejavu you speak of.......as if we speak from the same soul....your words filtering into place among the crevices of my mind...taking shelter there...as if they where my own.....it rattles me to the very core......I must confess I enjoy it greatly....something I find odd for my nature...as I have always been one to construct a sturdy wall around my soul and mind....it seems as if you ......my precious....have found a crack to seep into.........I have run upon the same conclusion as you...there is no one "similar in nature"........that being in it's self of monuments interest to me.............

Allow me to slip back to one of your late replies...as this statement of yours has weighed on my mind....it having slipped past in my last thoughts......the comment you made of....I understand your trepidation of dropping in on me unannounced..it was someting to that effect.............I must say...my reasons for not dropping in on you in such a manner....are far from my being the slightest bit afraid from what I may find........the thought of catching you off guard...no matter what state you might be within....::;an evil grin sharpens her lips to a curl:::..........I would find to be rather amusing......to only see for a brief fleeting moment...a perhaps glint of submissive flight beckon in those eyes or yours....something I know you are not akin to.......yet I sense you would find very erotic...::her grin digging deeper::::Ohhhh such pleasure's I ...I.............I......wishhh.........Ummmmmm::her words phasing into a light whimper:::.....

Ahhhh well
...have no worries love......I shant spring the likes of such upon you......yet it may serve you well to keep an ever watchful eye among the shadows......for they watch you .....you know...their dark tendrils stretching and reaching toward you as you turn your back in passing.......to only brush a touch to you....

Mmmm..
..::her eyes simmer in a flash :::.....and as to your muse of dreams.....the query you lend of "perhaps it better if we never touch our dreams".......I must debate .....for I find that when a dream such as our's happens to find it's passive weaving way..into the fabric of our reality......to not touch and lay hand to this....would be ohhhh such a lost oppertunity..::her head shifts lightly side to side.....saddened in the thought:::.....for dreams do not often gain a fighting chance of life.....trapped within the obtusive confines of our subconcious....always awaiting the moment of pause in our drifting state.....they spring to animated false life.....to play their roll ......never quite being able to partake in their longed fullness................. hence I find that as this flitting dream of ours .....has found it's way into the dense curtain of our manipulated realm ......what a terrible waste to let it slip away into the eternal abyss.......with open arms ....I embrace this dream.......for tis not only the dream that has longed for the thriving rush of life..........passion...... enticement...... enchantment......surreality ....euphoria.... love....symmetry .......... completion................::a pressing sigh of longed discontent flows from her::......

At any rate my sweet............
I find that you leave me quite pleasantly defenseless from my thoughts and memories.........and myself......Something in turn I am not akin to........::her eyes suddenly slight upon his newest train of thought......a warm smile spreads her lips...as she knows he holds her in thought this eve.....as she does him....she wonders if somewhere along the beaten path...their thoughts perhaps collided ...brushing to one another in passing....her eyes widen as they sift through his composed concerns::.....Ohhhhhhh....Dagon my darling......let such not weigh upon your mind....I have not taken the slightest sense of bluntness nor...obtuse harshness of any of your muses.....it seems I see past the surface of the words.....how odd hmmm.::the warm elusive smile brightens her lips again...that hint of seductive enchantment hiding somewhere there...:::............and do trust me...I would not for a blighting second...reject your queries ...and leave things as they remain....for I like you....can not simply ~3~..reside.... in the likes.......my nature pushes me onward......as well as my curiousity...and the inviting enticements offered me...........................so inturn......~1~...I struggle.......wishing not to be ~2~..free.. by any means....................

A
~1~
the years past
:....::her gaze arches::Ohh so much the past doth offer in my mind.......I am sure your question of such...is the past I have come to you with...my original pondering's..........the tale of that past..a lengthy one....a man..a woman....the opera...trapped in the searing grasps of lust and hunger....not realizing..that each in turn...had been so much like the other::her mind longs to know the answers strongly of their akinship now:::.......coming to this realization....during the embrace of "our" survival...never quite understanding..why the other was not sensed before hand....yet not offering a deep question to the likes....as neither wished to truely no the answers...........

~2~
You sense truely what I appear to be in soul and...the likes physically I assure you to the utmost of your taste..although..when I venture out in the evenings... my appearance changes somewhat....to lend a haze to my natural deceptions...if you were to happen upon me...I should say you would not recognize the ~Azling~ you envision .......you would find a strikingly captivating woman...in her late 20's...very late.....as her bodies birth will retain another year ....she stands 5'4....her frame holding always at 100 to 107 ...........a bit longer than shoulder length blonde hair.......always attuned in the latest fashion of youth........her eyes ..a glimmering deception...of bright blue.....much the shade of a summers day sky..........her body almost always adorned in the shades of black....her flesh an alabaster shade of pale.......::a mysterious shade enwraps her::I do so treasure deception....I relish playing the roll of innocence...........

~3~
I journey at this moment in time..alone on this dark path....searching for more...always having found less........my interests as I have mentioned previously.....never being kept in check.....untill..perhaps...now::the sly grin returns to chill her :::.....

B
~1~
....I am but a mere stones throw away......the brief journey I paid to your city...only having taken under just two passes of the wise old clock hands..............

~2~
....Time has drawn me much wiser than my years......I have touched in my age..upon..many things....the range widens from..the inklings of the sweetest poetry.::she sends an aloof pose to whisper::Something wicked this way comes...to the most in depth theory of quantum hysics.....say...I truly do side with Hiesenburg's Theory of the uncertainty principal......do You??.....Are we truly choosing tea over coffee in some parallel universe......as our alter selves here on this earth chose the tea...our true selves in another universe perhaps her choosing all the other choices we could have made...or is it reversed::laughs lightly::.......

~3~
...your question of my "thing" has me grasping in bliudness...truly..I am at a loss for words there...I can only enlighten your darkness with this.....I am all that I wish to be...I constantly laugh in the face of danger...I live on the edge when time affords me the luxuray...say::chuckles:: have you been sky diving lately....shame its snowing.....ahhh well..perhaps a good run down the mountain tops snowboard side would be fun:::her eyes glimmer in mischief:::...yet I digress myself in a sense.....a gothic sense ...I truly do so love the embrace of the night...its shadows...its gentle ...tearing embrace.....it all returns ..even in the nights hush....a quite whisper.....a thrilling rush of over powerment....a struggle...a release....if it's a rush..I am there::an ebbing laugh of amusement traipses over her::.....:

C
~1~
Your name....Hmmmmm::tapping her finger to her cheek::well lets see......I and you know that I am not quite that talented.....although my curiousity is again peaked in that muse.....::chuckles gleefully::......

~2~
....My name...Hmmmmmmm ::again the quizzical finger raps lightly to her temple:: ...My name ....my love...you can call me to your liking...as you see fit......unless that is of course you truly wish to lay your eyes upon me in the flesh......even then......my name is simply that...only a word of passing adornment.......through the passing years upon years..I have been called many things...all to fit my mood of time....... seri....onyx .....kimber ....trilinka ......darby .....brandith ......amber ....too many to mention truly..........and as of the now...
Susan....
Hmmmm:;her eyes light ::...I wonder what names time will lay upon me in the future..............

~3~
...*the wild card*.......I lay before you a tarrot card...face down........is it life.... death... future... past...... present time.... times hand.......:;she flips the card over:: Mmmmmm..the future has shown it's face .........a mysterious one indeed......::her fangs once again brush over her lips.......as she awaits the cards calling::.......................... The card lies hidden..in a mist ...a heavy mist.....ahhh I see infinity...the linking symbol....the scales lye perfectly balanced.....Ooooo this is a hard one to read ........perhaps you can shed a spark of light to burn off the fog.......::her eyes take est....catching in a deep roll upward::;....................
~A~....~B~....~C~.........1 ...2....3......
the choice is posed back upon you my love.................. the night calls....I must take my leave ...........I await your insighted thought......::she sends another kiss to seal her words...::: bloodiest of kisses my precious............sweet nightmares

~Sanguine Addictions~A Casted Spell~Unholy Waters~

~Our Last Bloody Benadiction~

~Yours~

Azling

 

 


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