On the Peculiar Idiosyncrasies of Severidans...

There was a trail of blood in great, arterial gouts that stretched from the kitchen of Gallow's End Tavern to the pile of excavated soil between the rows of graves. Here, a Lord's widow with nothing had collapsed at the end of the trail. The mud was thick and caking over her arms, blood and filth covering her handmade wedding gown.

The rain fell.

((Delayed post. This evening happened a handful of weeks ago. Bad me.))

[ A little nightmarish sequence to explain the disfigurement Saraphiel has on her back. Enjoy, darlings. ]

[ So I woke up in a good mood this morning, and had a song stuck in my head and the biggest urge to watch Benny and Joon. So imagine this song being in Saraphiel's head as she's going about her daily errands, her friend and confidant in tow. For reference, here's the song on youtube; and the lyrics are available here: lyricwiki.org/The_Proclaimers:I%27m_Gonna_Be_(500_Miles) ]

[ Little things like this scene make me a happy girl. So I'm sharing.. Enjoy. ]

[ Okay, so I was asked last night about what the storyline "Black Sun Rising" means, so I thought I'd post a little snippet here to give some insight into why it is the way it is. In short, it's just the name I gave for the days Saraphiel lives her life now without Avross. The backstory is further explained in this vignette. There's a soundtrack to this particular piece, if you're interested, Here's the song on YouTube. "Arclight" by VNV Nation. For those of you familiar with the Avross character, I always envisioned his voice to be that of the singer's in this song. ]

[ A completely out of sequence vignette. I can never do things in proper order. <.< ]

[ Just a little doodle I did. Had to take a photo of it on my blackberry and edit the exposure on flickr, because I am at the boyfriend's place. ]

[ Saraphiel is "coping". <.< ]

[ Sara's back. :D ]

I shivered in the twilight as that black sky above me began to turn a shade of violet. The shifting light of the dawn stirred me from my reverie, and I looked around. Every color was golden and violet: the colors of House Severidan. The colors of the House in which the man I so dearly adored, yet feared, belonged.

It would not be long before my exhausted mind wandered back into the mists of memory, and I leaned back against Azuline's feathered body, closing my eyes in thought.