Post by Eternity on Jan 18, 2024 18:39:01 GMT
A new dawn. A new day. A new morning. A Saturday. Their favourite day of the week because it meant that no school for at least two glorious days. For the pair of cousins, this weekend started like they all did. Indistinguishable and unremarkable. Days lost two by two, shuffled into the inescapable arc of time until they changed forever, first becoming months and then years.
It was impossible to recall just how many years worth of weekends were sacrificed to the same old box in the corner of her auntâs tragically claustrophobic living room. The blonde girl felt out of place because relative to the brunette boy, she always had been.
Even as part of this family, she was the outsider. Now both of her parents were dead and they were never coming back, she would forever be the outsider, even as her aunt and uncle lied about her belonging here.
She didnât, she never had. Their family name wasnât hers. Hers now resided in Heaven permanently and she didnât blame them. Only the truly crazy would want to crash back into this world of relentless pain and suffering after tasting the everlasting peace of some great unseen kingdom on the other side.
if she could, she would go to Heaven right now - but she couldnât.
She was stuck here, tethered to this little box by some invisible but ponderous chain, forged link by link in her boredom as cousin Sam wrestled her for control of the pictures. Sam wanted to watch wrestling, but she wanted to watch Scooby Doo.
Click, click, click, click. Back and forth, back and forth until coloured pixels became more and more indistinguishable from the static of each of their indeterminate transitions.
A disapproving cough reminded her of her aunt on the couch behind her. The stone-faced old woman was deathly pale. Her complexion only emphasised the striking red of her outdated beehive haircut. A cigarette hung from her mouth, even as the constant cough became a warning - a death rattle that the old woman continued to stubbornly ignore. Blindly believing she didnât have stage three lung cancer. Resolutely refusing to accept an undignified and graceless end.
What the hell did her damned doctors know anyway?
âIf you two donât learn to compromise and share, nobody gets to watch anything,â her aunt wheezed out, clearly pained by the simple instruction.
Her aunt just wasnât her mother, she was Samâs and so of course they got stuck watching wrestling again. This was Hell but Sam didnât care, Sam was happy and that was all that mattered.
Not for the last time, the blonde girl buried her personal feelings and was dragged against her will, kicking and screaming into the colourful carnival of professional wrestling once moreâŚ
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Brief flickers of some hauntingly beautiful blue haired demon channeling her innermost ugliness, digging deep within herself to find the strength to bury us, maybe forever, are played out before your eyes as you are forced to confront one of my most spectacular failures, just as I was two years ago.
The Dark Triad was vanquished in one might blow, all because in my hubris I failed to heed the warning of my Archangel. She tried to warn me that my greatest partner, my greatest friend wasnât to be found among the devils and demons and fellow pioneers of the Imperial world, but rather among the unsung angels and the forgotten little sisters.
Is she right? I guess time will tell. It always does, doesnât it?
God, I hope so, I canât lose anymore partners, anymore little sisters.
i canât live alone, I canât die alone. Not anymore.
Please God, donât show me a much better life than I have ever allowed myself to experience if youâre just going to take her away from me again. You canât possibly be that cruel, can you, oh Lord?
I havenât always been faithful, but I never stopped believing in love.
Both yoursâŚand hers.
Both are boundless.
And we are worthy.
Arenât we, Jesus? I guess time will tell. It always does. Doesnât it?
Like flicking through the channels of some analogue television, we shift between bitter reminders of the most tragic loss to the Greatest Fenix to no longer exist in our world to the lifeless static snow of an eternal winter in some great purgatory away from here. Lost in the rainbow of a test signal for a not insignificant period of time until we finally are allowed to rest on one, single, solitary and monochromatic image.
A Rorschach test.
The first of many we were subjected to, and will be again.
A ring bell tolls slowly, solemnly. Struck first by one of a pair of scarlet-hooded Angels here, two souls united, and then repeated by the second. The echoes of Eternity celebrating the life and rebirth of the nearly, dearly departed. Sister, lover.
Each of them, ride or die. Reflections of us.
What goes around comes back around. A perfectly imperfect circle, such is the beauty of our mutual new life together and it is upon this we reflect with each sombre reverberation which christens our new name, faintly recalled. A score of harmonious wedding bells. Echoing in the dim light of the seven candles around us. Much brighter than I remember.
Still they were the only source of light here. Small, burning candles, precious like love itself.
I hoped they wouldnât be so easily extinguished.
I stand not among the shadows, but as the greatest shadow of them all in this chamber. A sombre reflection of the life that could have been, should have been. A life thought lost so long ago. A life we never expected to know again, and maybe we still wonât. Time will tell. It always does.
Dawny Wawny Who, Who Are You?
We got some work to do now.
Dawny Wawny Who, Who Are You?
HIJOU NEEDS SOME HELP FROM YOU NOW!
Come on, both of you, I see you.
Pretending youâve got a sliver.
But ya ainât foolinâ us, âcause we can see
The way ya shake anâ shiver.
Yâknow we had a Murder to dissolve
But someone beat us to that
So Dawny Poo, now youâre stuck with HIJOU
But if you come through, weâre gonna have ourselves a heart attack
Thatâs a fact
Dawny Wawny Who, Who Are You?
You ainât ready anâ ya ainât willinâ
If HIJOU canât count on you
Weâll know that youâre just a fill-inâŚ
A disturbing black-lipped, wide mouthed grin and bright evergreen emerald eyes remind you of my storied past. My legacy. No longer a myth, but a legend, returned and made flesh once more.
From the ashes of Satanâs well-inked and bountiful bosom, I have returned. No longer flanked by my demons, but rather carried by my Angels. I refuse to mourn for a sister who was never there for me and strive to commit her memory to the bookworms, who will soon feast upon her flesh as the soul of our division is revitalised, rebirthed and renewed.
Not because of her, but rather in spite of her.
I have no tears left to shed for dearly departed Ro-Roâs folly.
Life goes on, and love endures. The end of a marriage of convenience is no real substitute for the truest, bluest, loveliest love in all the land. My partner in life and death certainly but not of any crime of which we stand accused.
We are innocent of The Murder, but not a murder.
That is yet to come, one of many I fear.
Many, many oddities will be left in their wake, and each of them in time and in turn will rise to challenge us - my beautiful Archangel and I - my ride or die, my life partner, my soulmate, the Bella to my Morte - Abigail.
Our future is one of mutual uncertainty, but for how long a moment it remains so is still unclear. Still, our future is one I look forward to - especially since we have taken the pens away from the wouldbe scribes of our likely final chapters in Shelly and Virginia.
We are back to reshape not only the future, but our last memory.
We refuse to die on anybodyâs terms, but our own.
Just as we now live also - finally unafraid.
Finally brave enough to breathe, inhale, exhale. Live, laugh, love.
A thousand sentiments hung from a million walls in every home, except mine.
Until now, until the clock struck thirteen and I saw my home and my family and all that the Devilâs cursed flock sought to burn down, before cosmic balance was restored to the universe and Eternity brought once more to an exuberant equilibrium by the wise words of my wiser still love.
A request to join her in redemption for us both is one I feared accepting whilst she still wore a most ill-fitting mask, but now she is as free as we have always been to live our truth.
Unashamedly.