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Vignette: Jade from Going Home By: Stephan Handbringer [Sep. 16th, 2014|02:10 pm]
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Early nights did I play in low towns, high cathedrals, in city streets where commerce makes them meet. I was found, scouted and spotted by these blessed damned, I had been bred to be one of them. I was taught from the very beginning in my sweet dearest youth in my household that I would be turned. That I would become one of them the beautiful immortals, concerned and caring for beauty throughout time. These immortals cultivated my skill in life, as they would in my unlife. They spent ages grooming me. Preparing me for life and unlife.
I saw a world filled beauty, this beauty would still me. Paused entranced I would stand for nights in its meditation. In my creation they took me to a pool filled with rose water, with acolytes around, and these immortals that had trained me would nick my wrists and underneath my breast with their anthames. They would then take from me my life’s blood as I was immerse within these waters of life. In doing so I found a peace there in that death that was a rapture, a joy of death and its embrace. I would be kept in this state of eternal beauty.
As my body started to stoop within this pool they then fed to me a chalice of simple clay that was infused with these threes blood from their own wrists. I drank so deeply, all of the training, all of the preparation allowed me to have eyes unknown to me in my life. What I saw now was pure enchantment colors and lights dancing around all that I saw, a hyperreallity it was a vast grandiosity. They dried and robed me, after my transformation. I was now a keeper of the beauty both inside and out, to make and protect for all times and all ages. I now immortally skilled in the arts of love, the sword and the brush. The sword now a brush for me to paint red upon the ages.

Going Home By: Stephan Handbringer

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