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[August 24] [Original Fiction] Beauty, Life and Death
Title: Beauty, Life and Death
Day/Theme: August 24. I am waylaid by Beauty
Series: Original Fiction
Rating: PG
I felt myself drawn to him from the very first. He was beauty personified in masculine form; his face held softness in just the right places to balance out the planes and angles. His dark hair curled gently to his broad shoulders. Finer dress I had never seen. Wide-set, intelligent eyes of an unfathomably dark color watched me with interest as I made my way around the room. Despite the coins the other patrons were tossing at my feet I moved toward him, my body undulating sensually with the rhythm of the dance. With the sway of my hips and a question in my eyes I made the usual offer. But he only smiled and asked me to continue dancing for him.
He called the owner over to him, and then there was an exchange of coins. Just like that I had been sold; it had been done as easily as when my father had given my childhood away to pay off his debts some years before.
I was taken to his home where I was bathed, perfumed, and dressed in fine linens. His home was all alabaster and fine fabrics, nothing but the best of everything. In his private rooms there were feasts every night; great amounts of food such as I had never seen were spread before us with much ceremony. He would never eat, but as I fed his eyes intensely followed my every movement; it was as if I were performing for him.
My first night there I broke a small loaf of bread in half and offered it to him. ‘If you hunger, why not partake?’
He took the loaf from my hand and laid it back on the table. Moving closer he whispered to me, his lips tickling my ear as he spoke, ‘No amount of bread can satisfy this hunger.’ His lips brushed my neck, then again. I knew nothing else after.
He only appeared after night had fallen but I didn’t think it odd; I was accustomed to late hours myself. For countless nights I danced for him, ate for him, anything he wished was my desire as well. It was as if I were drunk with that new found world; I fell in love with life. It began to be that I feared losing it, of being sent back to the other.
One night he sensed my trepidation and a peculiar look passed over his fine features; it took me a moment to recognize his sorrow. His mouth curled with an odd sad smile. ‘Do not have fears, my beauty. You have gifted me with life these past months, so in return I will give you the only gift I can. You will never hunger for food, become ill, or want for anything ever again. You’re life will only belong to yourself. The future is yours to decide.’
And then he gave me the Kiss of Death.
When I awoke, he was gone and I was as I am today.
Day/Theme: August 24. I am waylaid by Beauty
Series: Original Fiction
Rating: PG
I felt myself drawn to him from the very first. He was beauty personified in masculine form; his face held softness in just the right places to balance out the planes and angles. His dark hair curled gently to his broad shoulders. Finer dress I had never seen. Wide-set, intelligent eyes of an unfathomably dark color watched me with interest as I made my way around the room. Despite the coins the other patrons were tossing at my feet I moved toward him, my body undulating sensually with the rhythm of the dance. With the sway of my hips and a question in my eyes I made the usual offer. But he only smiled and asked me to continue dancing for him.
He called the owner over to him, and then there was an exchange of coins. Just like that I had been sold; it had been done as easily as when my father had given my childhood away to pay off his debts some years before.
I was taken to his home where I was bathed, perfumed, and dressed in fine linens. His home was all alabaster and fine fabrics, nothing but the best of everything. In his private rooms there were feasts every night; great amounts of food such as I had never seen were spread before us with much ceremony. He would never eat, but as I fed his eyes intensely followed my every movement; it was as if I were performing for him.
My first night there I broke a small loaf of bread in half and offered it to him. ‘If you hunger, why not partake?’
He took the loaf from my hand and laid it back on the table. Moving closer he whispered to me, his lips tickling my ear as he spoke, ‘No amount of bread can satisfy this hunger.’ His lips brushed my neck, then again. I knew nothing else after.
He only appeared after night had fallen but I didn’t think it odd; I was accustomed to late hours myself. For countless nights I danced for him, ate for him, anything he wished was my desire as well. It was as if I were drunk with that new found world; I fell in love with life. It began to be that I feared losing it, of being sent back to the other.
One night he sensed my trepidation and a peculiar look passed over his fine features; it took me a moment to recognize his sorrow. His mouth curled with an odd sad smile. ‘Do not have fears, my beauty. You have gifted me with life these past months, so in return I will give you the only gift I can. You will never hunger for food, become ill, or want for anything ever again. You’re life will only belong to yourself. The future is yours to decide.’
And then he gave me the Kiss of Death.
When I awoke, he was gone and I was as I am today.