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[June 23] [Echo Bazaar] Sorrow Passes, Bliss Passes
Title: Sorrow Passes, Bliss Passes
Day/Theme: June 23, 2011 "Forgetfulness, exaltation, silence"
Series: Echo Bazaar
Character/Pairing: "You" (in this case, Frey Frankel) and the Secular Missionary
Rating: PG-13
The joy of not remembering. You recall that you once wrote in your notes of a woman you loved on the surface, perhaps a married one, like the one you dote quietly on now (careful, careful now, you remind yourself, you are looking for her husband and will stay true to the task even as your desires raise their curious head), but you never put her name to paper, probably assuming in your overly romantic way that you would never forget such a thing- but you have. You do not remember the names of any of the women (or men, if there were men then) who came before the Neath. The Secular Missionary- her soulful blue eyes, her thoughtfully pursed lips, the loose wisps of hair setting off her well-shaped face- she is more than enough for you now, when you are serious (when you are not serious, there are floozies enough in Veilgarden for sating all your desires).
You contain yourself when she gifts you with her gentle touch. You don't allow your patient smile to become a beaming grin until she is gone from sight. You shift the relics she gave you around between your fingers, like they are holy talismans, a symbol of your "love."
She is gone again and you are left in loneliness and quiet until the time that she seeks you out again.
Perhaps something to fill the silence-
Day/Theme: June 23, 2011 "Forgetfulness, exaltation, silence"
Series: Echo Bazaar
Character/Pairing: "You" (in this case, Frey Frankel) and the Secular Missionary
Rating: PG-13
The joy of not remembering. You recall that you once wrote in your notes of a woman you loved on the surface, perhaps a married one, like the one you dote quietly on now (careful, careful now, you remind yourself, you are looking for her husband and will stay true to the task even as your desires raise their curious head), but you never put her name to paper, probably assuming in your overly romantic way that you would never forget such a thing- but you have. You do not remember the names of any of the women (or men, if there were men then) who came before the Neath. The Secular Missionary- her soulful blue eyes, her thoughtfully pursed lips, the loose wisps of hair setting off her well-shaped face- she is more than enough for you now, when you are serious (when you are not serious, there are floozies enough in Veilgarden for sating all your desires).
You contain yourself when she gifts you with her gentle touch. You don't allow your patient smile to become a beaming grin until she is gone from sight. You shift the relics she gave you around between your fingers, like they are holy talismans, a symbol of your "love."
She is gone again and you are left in loneliness and quiet until the time that she seeks you out again.
Perhaps something to fill the silence-