May. 31st, 2011

tinhuvielartanis: (Shriekback Logo)
Thanks to everyone who commented on my post about not belonging. I actually meant to turn off comments, but forgot like an idjit. I figured I wouldn't know what to say to anyone. And, really, I don't. The only thing I have to say about the situation is that I left the group last night. I'll just go along my merry way, alone. The whole thing is kind of making me a laugh a little, because I do feel a bit like a pariah, so I understand how Cadmus is as much a part of me as he is his anchor, Barry. I've placed my unbelonging on this hapless character, and made him vicious and malignant partially as a result.

I'm watching the fourth season of LOST off and on today, in between getting ready for major errands tomorrow. One of the things I'm planning on doing today is waxing my eyebrows. That is a Major Task, especially since I've let them go for so long. I'm about to become Unibrow, which is unacceptable. Why my mother had to give me her Sasquatch gene is beyond me.

Oh, and I'm so excited. I'm getting my hair trimmed for the first time in over two years tomorrow! I'm gonna get all the split ends taken off and have my hair shaped to accommodate my super long bangs, in an effort to get it all the same length eventually. I'll take pictures for posterity's sake once the deed is done. And, on Friday, I'm heading to Asheville, to the Gnomen Garden to see if the Christopher Mello who created this garden is my Chris from middle school. After that, Steph and I are off to get our long-intended tattoos. She's getting one to honour her father, and I'm getting one of this:

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It's gonna be on my left hand, and it's gonna cause a stir because of the cross. People will wonder if it's upside-down, if I've finally converted to xtianity like most of my friends have, what does the crazy zig-zag ending in an arrow mean? They can wonder all they want. All that's important is that this symbol remain close to me no matter where I am, how old I grow, or what the Universe has in store for me. I could lose all my music and files the day after I get the tat, and there would still be a sense of permanence to the greatest inspiration I have ever encountered. When I am writing, I can glance down at my typing hands and see the symbol, and know that I am on the right track. That's all that matters to me. So I am going to do it while I have the chance.

I'm off to get a different box for Barry's stuff. The box I have is way too big and I know I'll be charged for dimension as well as weight, so I'm trying to be as economical as I possibly can. I wrote a letter to accompany the stuff, and I was hoping to get some feedback in a private forum, but that didn't work out like I had planned, so poop. I'm hoping the letter is okay and that it'll bring a grin to that Vampiric face of his.
tinhuvielartanis: (Gethsymonae)
Cadmus marveled at how both human and Vampire alike were drawn to Gethsymonae as much as they were pulled into him. Gethsymonae’s ability to throw glamour upon another came like breathing, and there was no struggle, only the steady flow of precious, sacred blood from humans and Blood from their Kith and Kin. Cadmus was deeply impressed with Gethsymonae’s willingness to drink Vampire Blood, and he allowed himself the luxury of climax when he saw his Vampire lover take a Vampire and render him asunder. To see such a sweet and unassuming creature suddenly become so wonderfully deadly was enough to overwhelm Cadmus for nights on end, and this sublime paradox continued night after night.

Cadmus had met Gethsymonae in a garden in the night, walking a hedge labyrinth by the river, and singing the very song of desire with that impossibly stunning voice. Gethsymonae warbled rather than sang, and Cadmus could not resist the presence of the Vampire there beneath the burgeoning moon. He pondered the Vampire with the aim to slaughter, taking both flesh and bone to offer up to the inevitability of the All, and to further decorate his Harming Tree. But, once he heard the Vampire speak, and he knew Gethsymonae’s name, he instead took the younger Vampire as his lover, the first he had had since his marriage to Maria, his foretold Garden of Blood. Now he tended a different garden, this one steeped in mystery and danger. Unbearably beautiful, just like himself, this other, this Gethsymonae smiled furtively and held Cadmus’ gaze for hours on end. Gethsymonae’s full pink lips would curve into that incomprehensible smile and Cadmus was lost to his lover. He surrendered to Gethsymonae, something he had never done before. It was on that night that Cadmus began to do something unimaginable; Cadmus began to grow his hair.

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