From the Station by NightMy boots take away the pavement underfoot,A quick click, clack, scuff, trip.The station fades fast behind me,New sights and scents replace diesel fumes.Trees laden with golden coins guard street corners,Their wealth thrown in gutters below.A face illuminated in the window of an ambulance,Concern edging her eyes and framing fragile cheek bones.A change of lights, a blue flash fast in my eyes,And she is gone, fate unknown.I walk with the choir, their tread in common time,Singing strong and steady in the shell of my ear.Recollections of time flown, a double-quick waltzNine months passed, friends acquired; I am not alone
Miles and Magnus - Part 11Please see the note in the comments section below. Thanks!-----------------------------------------------------It was while Magnus begun on Etta’s requested outfit the following afternoon that Flora arrived. The fabric was rich purple velvet, studded with embroidered stars so small they looked more like golden flecks from afar. The patterns had been carefully cut and the silver scissors lay on the table top beside him. Snow had begun falling around mid-morning and Magnus’ shop had been quiet, his only customer wishing to buy buttons for a coat she had been meaning to fix for some months. &#
Miles and Magnus - Part 10Magnus found Etta to be quite a curious species. She was overly flirtatious and yet she behaved uncannily like a child. One minute she would be leaning impossibly close to him to look at some invisible detail on the fabric that Magnus held, the next she would be prancing around the room as if she were three. Although the matter wasn’t discussed, both knew that they were vampires. The skin alone was a telltale sign, along with the cold hands with shimmering, glassy nails, and the vivid colourings that their irises beheld. Magnus measured the femme fatale with a small smile upon his li
Miles and Magnus - Part 9A week passed before Magnus heard anything more from Flora, and it came in the form of a letter. Buying off the private messenger boy with a few coins, Magnus sat behind the counter and read the all too-familiar writing.Dear Magnus,I would have sent word to you earlier but I didn’t want to wish making things worse, Miles seems of a somewhat fragile disposition. Should you have reunited yourself with Miles my letter may have caused further upset, which I didn’t wish to do.I hope you are well; should you want to send word to me there is a house called ‘Espérer’ just outside the town which man
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