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Mar 09, 2007 18:48

My Lord, my Lord, my prince -- did you know - speak - hear --Amen.

I had a dream last night. And in this dream, there was cement. Like a bird. Or a cage.

…do you remember?

Rewind.

The twilights of lost traditions - murder, plunder, torture, rape? It’s hunger, it’s lucid - stillborn, it blinked its thousand eyes - , with born incense and facets, atlases of transition - did I tell you, my Lord ? A nightmare.

We soothe.

Sanda-chaaaan. What is it like, bleeding the little inorganic stones of suffocation ?

The stars.

Sanda-chan, Sanda-chan, did I embalm you - in pretty brick, in pretty pink, in tar and feathers? Don’t remember. Don’t remember what I did. Honoured guest. Sanda-chan, don’t worry, my dearest heart, it’ll be like that again, and soon, so soon, four walls and four wards and as many nightmare devices as Sanda-chan needs to keep him so very busy - and did I not take such care of you the first time around too ~ ♥ ~ ?

Fled because you loved it so, fled in your nightmare.

All hail my prince, my Lord, my Master, Deo, Deo, Imperator, quo vadis, quo vadis, ah ~ ? Deus. Close. And closer.

…two.

[ ooc : and while this’ll probably only make sense for Angel Sanctuary characters - Rosiel had the, er, ‘privilege’ of trapping Sandalphon in the manga. Let’s just say that he makes an interesting host. ^^;; Cue threat. Why yes, as kind and subtle as always. ]

blood and bones, but why is the katan gone?!, perfect things are a temptation, i am what i am, leech the bible of its saints, organic as all stillborns, the glass and pieces, sandalphon and taxes, silent and still

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