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In Love with Gethsymonae
May. 31st, 2011 11:45 pmCadmus 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.
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.
