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~The Looking Glass~

From: Azling
To: thevampiredagon
Subject: The Looking Glass
Date: Tue, 20 Apr 1999 22:22:49 EDT

:the rush of night's end snarling visciously at her back...
Another dawns birth...testing it's first breath's to the chilled eve's end.......she darts through the heavy iron gates to her home...a hurried shove sending them to a clatter behind her....a long ripping sound snars her to a brief skidding hault.....as a jagged point of the gate sides with the dawn...entangling the fabric of her coat......her eyes widen ...shifting in a distained glare downward.....an evil smirk dances her lips upward........her shoulders slip quickly from the confines of the long heavy black coat.....spinning on her heels in a graceful twirl....in a leaping bolt of speed......leaving it behind in a crumple to the ground........the flaming fingers of dawn crawl increasingly quicker ..to brush a stroke of brilliant colors across the skys greyed canvas ...smothering the shadows in it's burning intensity.....the searing light finally breaks into an expeidiant flash......swiftly crashing headlong into the outside of a slamming door...dening it's obtrusive entrance.......she presses back to the settling door...as the bolted lock snaps to a sturdy "click".....a quickness ravaging her breath......her head rolling to a rest upon the heavy doors shaded safety ....her hair tossled into her eyes...licking about the frame of her face......... menical laughter purges from her wickedly grinning lips....boasting in a roar....... taunting the dawn for it's always failed attempts.....her tone dripping in sarcasm....her words trailing in a melodic tune....."Muhahhaha.....you shant have a taste of me this morn .....yet your rivalry is duely noted as always"...:::as if she taunts the dawn with some reverant type of respect.....she kicks off away from the door.......her laughter melding into a scoffed chuckle...striding lithely further into the darkend chamber.........her eyes shift over the contents of the room.....stalking through each room in turn.....a sneer tearing into her expressions...as the fact of why she must take inventory of her things returns to disgust her......having found only but a fortnight ago.....as she rushed in from another encroaching dawn........(always having loved the rush of beating the dawn....and tempting the fates)...........three would be intruders pummling through her things......the short heated chase she gave....another thing dawn let slip through her grasp...as they scurried like the manged dogs they are....out and into the damned light of day...................she notes that all her belongings are still intact......her hopes that they may return.... keep a bloody fanged press of revenge to her hungered lips.........her thoughts then sweep her up in anxt....the whispers aloud tumble from her...."

Dagon.....
Dear sweetest of fascinations.......
"Have you returned to peer upon my looking glass?"....she twists in a dash and is down the hallway.....an almost comical slide brings her around the corner.....a leaping scamper sends her to her stereo.....as she shuffles through the tower of CD's....deciding on her mood.....she finds her taste for the day draws her upon a few of her most treasured classical stylings...she slips 5 CD's out of the changer.......CandleBox........Soundgarden...........Alice in Chains........Tool......& ...Type O' Negative................replacing the empty slots with......*Mozarts* Fantasy in D minor'................*Rossini Gioacchino's* 'L' Invito Bolero ...... *Beethoven's* "Sonata in C sharp minor'..op.27.no2"Moonlight" (in concerto)....*Beethoven's* 'Fur Elise'..( preformed souly with the accompaniment of Harpsicord) ...*Chopin's*  Fantaisie-Impromptu in C Sharp Minor' op.66 (Posthumous)...and to  finish the composures off.....a scene from the operreta that drew her in rememberance.....to Dagon in the first place...*Jacques Offenbach's* themed relic of 'Orpheus in the Underworld'.......for some reason these melodies seem to make her feel as if she were a bit closer to Dagon this day....as envisioned fantasies of time long gone...fancy her mind..::her eyes drift to a fancifull close.....

In thoughts such as.....
* A warm taudery night in the late renisance period.....glassed torches burning brightly in mounts upon the stone walls of a grand mansion....victorian garbed guests sliping inward...being announced promtly by the door keeper.........a large winding staircase downward..a breaching view of grandure opens upon a dazzling ballroom......and although the room is filled with many....a silent hush befalls the crowd of dancers....as they stand silently at the sides of the dancefloor.....widened eyes ..some filled in contempt..others filled in jealousy.....curious whispers of gossip slither among them..."Who is she?...Who is he?....My they are captivating arent they !!.....Are they royalty ?...ohhh they must be to poise in such grace !!......Two so entrancing..how could we have not noticed them before hand?? " ....the eyes and whispers all directed to the two lovers lost in one anothers spinning embrace in an enchanted waltz about the ballroom floor.....oblivious and uncaring to any other distractions...save for each others eye's............A prestine Dutchess sends a flurry through the crowd...as she adds to the
gossiping whispers...." I do believe I understood the doorman to announce the two....

By the names of Lady Azling and Sir Dagon


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::a fantasy filled smile lights upon her lips as the sounds float over her.....she reopens her eyes.....whispering to whom she does not know.."Aye my dearest Dagon...if only...sighs:: if only we had crossed paths in such a time"......she playfully twirls in a mocked waltz to her desk....a spinning twirl takes her just before she sits .........her eyes sinch shut momentarily as she hopes upon hope he has responded.......wanting to slip inside his soothing soul once again............a release of held breath escapes from her as she sees he has.........a brilliant grin steals over her...she curls up in the chair warmly......relaxing as she reads his words aloud to herself.....implimenting tones into the words as she thinks he would speak them aloud to her..

::she struggles as just where to begin....her words faulter and stumble aloud ....so hard to find the true expressions she seeks....::

My Sweet....
How do I begin to convey the emotion you rip from me in your thoughts?
......I can not help but be amazed by you.......the fact that we both find soliace in the exact same type furried companions ....alone makes me smile in wonder to this crossing of paths again......:her gaze slights lovingly to her dear Archemities glass home.....his twitching whiskers to her ankle letting her know he has not traveled to far from her....a sweeping grasp upwards..places him solidly to his favorite place...her shoulder....his long pinkish tail wraps to a hold about the small of her throat.....keeping him in place....her fingers smoothly stroke over him..as he huddles down...content in the attentions.....the twitching whiskers tickle her cheek...as he watches her type on..........a slight laugh::

Ahh my dear Arch...
it seems that somewhere in this cyber land ........a lovely beast of your kin ...named Lenore..perhaps by nights end will hear the likes of your name whispered to her.............a strange comical thought strikes her...as her eyes shift up toward her shoulder to gaze into the vivid pink eyes of her complaciant white furry companion..."Say...you dont suppose that all this perhaps is for the benifit of you and Lenore do you...::a loud laugh from her causes Arch to squeeze his tail around her a bit more tightly.....his nose twitching vigorusly.......as if to say......he certainly hopes so.......she shakes her head in the laugh.....dismissing the silly thought..not that she truly took it to seriousness in the first place:::: ............::the  laughter dies off.....

As she continues on...
Yet the smile never leaving her lips:::...............::she reflects on his words once more of "suprise"..........I can only hope you continue to "rattle my cage" ........as I find it to be exilerating.......I have to say...I have peered through the darkness...hoping you might step from it's concealments.....to lay "suprise" on me........for me to turn a corner and find you blocking my pathway.....staring at me in utter silence........to happen along my unheeded way some careless dark night...only to be torn back by an unseen grasp...a smothering hand clutched over my lips...heavied breath grazing my ear.....a rush of momentary unknowing.....a warm body pressed firmly at my back......my eyes shifting rapidly to find the source of the grasper......a deep gentle ebbing whisper oozing with intent......."shhhh..be silent....such struggle can not help you now"..yet a struggle insues dispite the warning.....finding that the unseen whisperer speaks the truth......overpowered completely.......and when perhaps I think that I have finaly met my match.........you grace me with your gaze..........::grits her teeth in such a wicked grin......shaking off the erotic vision for the now:::...........

And the reason I gave answers to all your poses....instead of the one per category......was simply this..........Ask and ye shall recieve.......I am an open book to you now Dagon.......whos pages rest in binded wait for you to merely thumb through and cast gaze upon...................and I find I am taken aback once more...in your words of past loves ......and the inspiration that they hold no comparision to my words of thought about you.........::her thoughts in those passing words of his.......reach longingly to wrap him in a tight embrace .....feeling ever so much the same of him:::........Here I faulter once more....as I can not even lend phrase to my feelings on the likes.....words would only belittle my true thoughts.....I think I shall simply refere back upon eloquently spoken words of yours......"The flesh is truly necessary to convey"............................

Ohhh by the way..
..::she inhales sharply....lingering in the excited muse...the smile sharpening to a devious grin on her lips::: I would truly so much love to be your " Live Target" one of these days.....Do keep that in mind ...will you.......and the cracking of a loud bow whip......well......::as ,goosebumps blissfully rise beneath her flesh:::.....I would trustingly hold a cigarette in my lips...anyday..........::a flashing tempt strikes through her eyes::......Just Try Me:::she winks:::........

I also ponder greatly over the fact that you performed in a show...that included all the trappings that brought me to think of you ......although..the one I speak of..my aquaintence......of past...was not a performer in the Opera ....he was as I......a captivated member of the audience.......lost and bewildered in those fleeting moments ........and I think conclusively that if you do nae recall ...a night at ~ The Opera of Masks~...in Vienna......then you are clearly not whom I originaly thought.......although....this makes no matter to me as of now.....you are .....well.....Ohhhhh..mmmmm.....::struggling again to find the expressed words.....the longing sigh returns in a whimper:::.you are.......who you are....and you have stolen my broken and cold heart......the mendings of which I feel....in a warming touch .......................again...I seem to be rather at a loss for words in this statement.........something I am far from akin to..being at a loss for words that is.......:::that sinking bite returns to graze her lower lip once more....:::.......

There is so much more I would like to say........and I am sure I shall in time............let me touch upon one of your last statements ............the question of quenched lust.........I thought of this for a time.....trying to place my finger upon the expression I seek......yet eloquence leaves me to dangle amid bluntness.............I can only reply in this statement................If your texted words...not even spoken ....can heave such a raging passion upon me....I can only imagen....as I have already::her eyes glimmer in guised innocence::........for I feel that our newly forming intamicy...and I do feel it is just  that.....intamicy.........no other words have ever come close to taking me so deeply into their meanings.......I savor them........time will draw you to your own conclusions of the quenched lust.......time and actions that is::her  eyes shift wickedly::..If the question where posed to me...I would have to say that I have no doubt....my thirst would be quenched .....that is if the fire you started.... ever stopped burning to give me chance to drink::the surreal shadings of aroused seduction spite her lips......along with the press of her fingertips....a shuddering breath whisps her kiss to him::

~Chained At Your Mercy~

~Azling~

P.S....I suppose fair is fair....I know what you look like..actualy the image is emblazend into my memory forever::licks her lips::.......So I send a glimpse of me.....please do keep in mind...this is a truely washed out sh*tty scanned pic......one of only a few I hold entail for the moment......once my scanner wishes to cooperate with me again...::growls thinking she just bought it....and already it's giving her hell::: I will send some better ones as I round them up from friends....(That is if you wish to see them).....I don't have many of just "me" laying about.........So in the spirit of not wanting the moth to get burnt.....you make the call..........and just for the hell of  it....a little history.....this pic was taken on the 4th of this December...my birthday.....::laughs::....Some of my closet buds arranged a suprise party for me at a local club....and topped the "suprise" off with a stripper.....I tell you this so you won't wonder why I am sitting in a chair..alone on a dance floor::laughs hard::....at any rate........do also keep in mind....this was toward the end of a heavily partied night.....::decides to stop rambling now:::......and away we gooooooo

 

 


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