August 27, 2002
something inspiring [madeleine]

[the apartment, north jersey]
[in email - begun .08.27.02. | north jersey chat .09.03.02.]

the moon was on fire
bale-fire
it reflects in those mismatched eyes (day and night at once) that cast themselves out the window of the apartment

Malcom's old apartment
Gaby's in the process of vacating apartment
yet still.... an apparent gathering place for the pack
and even the bane-bitches that serve their (the Father's) cause

he had searched for information Gur'thek may have kept about the kinfolk (pure pure innocence) recognizing her smell on his clothes, playing what he remembers of her voice through (cracked) mind

"Where are you.... pretty little thing....."

rolled across (silvered) tongue in a murmur to the stars, perhaps he would have to speak with Gaby when she returned for more boxes

[he remembers, a time, before he hunted the Fangs.... when he loved one, one so much like this one, one with a voice that stills even a Moon Singer's heart with its beauty]

idle thought (her screams, he remembers her screams - they still haunt his occasional dreams) shoved away with the job at hand (chills rippling down lean spine from more than the heroin crave), occupying this time for contemplation by exploring the compact discs surrounding the yet to be packed stereo

needing to find..... something inspiring

Posted by asher at August 27, 2002 12:00 AM
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