He sits at his desk with a snifter. She poured the drink some time ago and left him in the studio. She happily waits in bed, reading. Waiting for him to come to here after he finishes the nightly works. She doesn't mind. She doesn't mind that in his opinion all he can do is create crap. She appreciates it all the same ( Read more... )

They sit across from each other in the coffe house where he once studied for his chance to meet her. The overstuffed chairs and steaming cups of coffe are the same as they were those years ago, but they have changed. She has entered the world from seclusion, and since he last saw her she has become a semblance of what she once was even getting ( Read more... )

He sits alone on the steps of a building. His smoke has almost reached the filter, and he flicks the ash out onto the sidewalk, taking a last draw before disposing of the butt on the ground beside him. He stands up and streches, scratching at the beard, a new addition to his face ( Read more... )

As they lie on the single bed in the nook of the overly small bedroom, all he can think about is how amzing he feels. Truly he had never comprehended of an act that could make his entire self feel so fullfilled. All his hungers, his lusts are sated. He looks down at the woman in his arms...her skin so soft and smoothe that the finest silk would ( Read more... )

He walks through the door to find her waiting ( Read more... )

They lie in bed, watching the sun rise slowly through her window. He lays with a woman not his own, more of a girl than anything else. He holds her close to him, using what power he has left to keep her feeling safe and secure with him. Under the thin sheet the two of them are warmed by the light breaking over the horizon, as well as the heat ( Read more... )

She waits for him once more, rooted in reality this time ( Read more... )

He walks from the place of solace, finding his heart no longer assaged by the simple tyrst that he found so pleasing at the time. The words they spoke have shaken him in his quest to find some sort of relief from the memories that have begun to haunt him. He retreats to the coffe house he once found so conductive to study, now a bar of some ( Read more... )

He turns to face her once more as the power becomes accustomed t his body and vise-versa. He looks down upon the one he has broken to get his wish. He asks her if she needs him to care for her now she is hurt, compassion overcoming the rage and ambition that have overruled his nature ( Read more... )

It coils inside of him like a snake, or oil in water. Clearly out of place in the trranquility of himself and his surroundings. it's smoothe, slippery form is impossible to catch and stop, constantly changing shape and form. It moves hrough him, through every cell of every limb sapping his strength. It moves through his mind, making him forget ( Read more... )