In luck again, as it would seem.
8/10/04 07:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alasanonAs if in a dream--
the clock struck one, a single hollow boom that thundered down the empty corridors frightening the mice. the paper-thin, sky-blue girl with the lazy curls locked away in her bedroom at the end of the longest hall, with all the curtains drawn and all the candles still burning, well, she didn't even look up. there was nothing about a clock tolling the hour that was new to her. the book in her hand trembled a little, perhaps, but other than that, she didn't move. she turned a yellowing page, and a few words jumped out at her:
"If your lover does not love you, bind him and burn him in effigy--wax will do, or paper, or straw if you have no other option. Make certain that you do not forget to add a few of his hairs, a drop or two of his blood, or other such evidence of his body..."
she flushed, knowing that this was not a book that one such as she should be reading, but read on, learning in abstract of human witchery and watchery and other things that were theoretically forbidden. when she came to the end of a chapter titled:"How To Craft An Idolater's Devyce", she stopped dead and began to laugh. it was a low sound, and dreadful, like ice cracking deep under the ocean. she knew how foul these books were considered, she knew how frightful they were supposed to be, and she had obtained them on a considerably expensive lark from a forlorn and haunt-faced traveler, only to find that they were nonsense. garbage. filth washed up from the bottom of a trash heap of false and ruined knowledge.
she threw the book across the room, roughly casting it into the fireplace with the remnants of its fellow useless tomes. she sat a moment in a sulk, toying with a lock of her hair, bitterly observing the oceanic undertones to its uncertain colour in the flickering flamelight. she would have to stop seeking a cure in the human mode, she thought. humans were all foolish, all stupid bags of meat and bone with no knowledge of real magic, real mystery, real curses.
she would have to re-enter real society, somehow.
the clock struck one, a single hollow boom that thundered down the empty corridors frightening the mice. the paper-thin, sky-blue girl with the lazy curls locked away in her bedroom at the end of the longest hall, with all the curtains drawn and all the candles still burning, well, she didn't even look up. there was nothing about a clock tolling the hour that was new to her. the book in her hand trembled a little, perhaps, but other than that, she didn't move. she turned a yellowing page, and a few words jumped out at her:
"If your lover does not love you, bind him and burn him in effigy--wax will do, or paper, or straw if you have no other option. Make certain that you do not forget to add a few of his hairs, a drop or two of his blood, or other such evidence of his body..."
she flushed, knowing that this was not a book that one such as she should be reading, but read on, learning in abstract of human witchery and watchery and other things that were theoretically forbidden. when she came to the end of a chapter titled:"How To Craft An Idolater's Devyce", she stopped dead and began to laugh. it was a low sound, and dreadful, like ice cracking deep under the ocean. she knew how foul these books were considered, she knew how frightful they were supposed to be, and she had obtained them on a considerably expensive lark from a forlorn and haunt-faced traveler, only to find that they were nonsense. garbage. filth washed up from the bottom of a trash heap of false and ruined knowledge.
she threw the book across the room, roughly casting it into the fireplace with the remnants of its fellow useless tomes. she sat a moment in a sulk, toying with a lock of her hair, bitterly observing the oceanic undertones to its uncertain colour in the flickering flamelight. she would have to stop seeking a cure in the human mode, she thought. humans were all foolish, all stupid bags of meat and bone with no knowledge of real magic, real mystery, real curses.
she would have to re-enter real society, somehow.
