kyrilletherea

[kyrilletherea]

Her Sanative

Her suffering, her pain is what drives her in vain it keeps calling her name screaming in pain leaking through flesh and skin, bones and muscles it runs deep, strong and untamed crawling at her insides, gripping for her guts her heart the center of the feast it's the only thing that is still warm and fresh it's beating and alive full with her, full with essence ready to feast off, ready to devour Even with her heart in it's hands She does not bow nor cower Cause even then she is stronger then it is It's not bold enough, not able to devour what it wants It is too strong, too pure Her essence of pain & suffer The essence of hurt & sanative 'It' is healing and 'It' does not want to devour 'It' wants to free you and say ,Goodbye forever'

Read in solitude, bleed with tender violence. I walk amongst you beside your shadows.

~Your KyrillEtherea

[kyrilletherea]

His Prey - The Ball

Just like the ring of a bell marking a new hour, his voice marks the start of every new day; and their end. His touch lets my heart beat once more. You wouldn't understand it, not able to grasp the feeling of it. Delicate like a flower, fragile like a butterfly, breakable like the branches of a tree; yet they survive Will I survive? Or will he pluck me out of the ground, out of my soil, and eat me whole. Wash away the dirt like the rain when it storms? But he isn’t temporary, like a storm or the stinging of an open wound. He is present like the wind - not always noticeable, but always there. Persistent like a bloodhound: once he catches your scent, you are doomed. Even when his fangs dig deep into your flesh, he knows no mercy, no halt. You are his He caught my scent; perhaps my whole essence. Considering he hasn't let me out of his sight since that day. Appearing everywhere I go, out of the dark like a shadow, just lurking. I've come to accept it. I got used to him, and when he wasn't there for once, his absence would leave a hole in me, gaping. It rarely happened. He can't leave his prey out of his sight, ever.

It was the night of the ball, an occasion I'd been awaiting for quite some time now. A night of festive gowns, music, dance, and mystery. Masked men and women, dressed in their finest clothes, putting their true selves on display - Hiding under another mask, only to reveal their real selves. Ironic, really, yet it's everything they've been desperately longing for. Will he be here too? He will Now more than ever, because this is his only opportunity to get close to me, truly close. If I admit it, this might actually be the reason I was looking forward to this moment so much.

The ballroom is filled with people, tables lining the edges of the room. In the center, the dance floor is decorated with beautiful tiles depicting a garden; flowers, trees, a river, and a bridge. It’s mesmerizing. The whole place feels like it’s straight out of a fairytale. Colorful dresses adorn the room, making it look as if flowers are dancing. Only the black and white of the suits break the illusion, letting the picture of the ball taking place unfold again. The only thing missing in this picture is a shadow. Him

As I make my way into the hall, I head toward the tables, making sure my dress sits neatly and my mask is in place. I don’t like staying out in the open, it’s every introvert’s nightmare. Besides, watching others is far more entertaining. With a swift movement, I snatch a glass from a tray as a butler passes by, sparkling wine for the nerves. It tastes sweet at first, followed by a slightly bitter aftertaste. Let’s hope that’s not how this evening unfolds.

I scan the room carefully, thoroughly. Every suit that moves, I catch with my eyes, nothing. Who knows, he could have been right behind me the whole time, and I wouldn’t even notice, just lurking like the shadow he is. A quick glance over my shoulder erases my concerns. It would’ve been too easy, wouldn’t it?

Standing next to the mighty glass windows of the ballroom, I zone out, looking into its vast garden. Various flowers, overgrown archways, a pond, and small gravel paths lead through them. The night sky, with the moon and stars in place, shines upon it like a spotlight, truly beautiful...

Lost in the moment and the beauty before me, I drift off into my thoughts. What feels like a brief moment to me must have been quite a while, as a butler approaches, asking if everything is fine. Alright. That’s enough passive coexisting for the evening. After all, I came here to enjoy myself and meet new people, to be free.

Turning around to face the dance floor and the crowd, I see them, his eyes, piercing through me, fixated on me. He came. Oh Christ, he came. Thank God I still have my glass of wine, I chug it down quickly.

He gives me goosebumps and a feeling in my chest I can’t quite describe, again and again, tantalizing me. Then he smirks. I can see it across the room. For one second, I could even hear him chuckle. I hate him. But he won’t be the only one enjoying himself tonight. In the end, it takes two.

Let the games begin.

Read in solitude, bleed with tender violence. I walk amongst you beside your shadows.

~Your KyrillEtherea

[kyrilletherea]

The lost Knight - Alkaline

Every once in a while something changes. The leaf's hanging on the trees, The tides washing over the cliffs, The ivy reaching over the old castle bricks. Like the man left to die alone in this snow-covered field. His last long battle fought, he laid down to rest in his man-made deathbed. Only when he turns to see if he was truly left alone to die, a glimpse of red catches his eye. One small red poppy glancing back at him in the snow-filled field. He coughs, a blood filled chuckle escaping his lips echoing through the nihility, ,The irony,' is all he could mutter under his breath. It's too late for me now; I'm altered.

The coldness slowly taking over his body, his blood running cold, his breathing becoming ragged. Caught between black and white, left to die. To his left, his sword, he'd fought many battles with, On his right the red shimmer of Death peeking out of the snow, as if it is trying to say ''nothing can shake me''. I've fought too many battles, let my soul rest in peace. There is nothing left for me to fight for, my soul being long lost. His vision fades, blurring his surroundings. Leaving him to see the piercing white. Now I shall be. Let Death come for me.

The wind dies out. The forest grows quiet. Only the dancing snowflakes remain, and his heart has stopped trying. It's not quiet either day or night, he's lost track of time. ,Is it you Death? Have you finally come for me?' Not a word leaves Deaths mouth, not a single sound made to hear. Warmth wraps around his body, the feeling of relief forming in his half-frozen guts. His world turns dark, warm but dark, a beautiful Death.

Every once in a while something changes, And she's changing me. He breathes in, his heart beating, his veins pulsing and bones creaking. Is this Death or the Afterlife? Opening his eyes in disbelief he is greeted by a firework of colours nearly blinding him. Red, blue, yellow, orange, purple, white and green... Is this Heaven? Slowly moving his wrecked body, steadying himself as he sits up, his vision now clearer.

A garden is lying in front of him, trees and bushes bearing fruit, a small stone wall covered in ivy keeping it all secret and safe, flowers dancing in the soft summer breeze. It's the most beautiful garden he has ever seen, the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. A glance around tells him he's staying inside an old barn house with its big doors wide ajar facing the garden. Inside the bare essentials for food and sleep, the bed clearly meant for guests to sleep in. Is this Death? It can't be... Am I dreaming?

A touch on his right shoulder, as gentle as it could be, laying its hand on him. Death? is all he could think. Warmth now starting to spread through his body. An Angel?, trying to understand what has happened to him he turns but whatever has it's hand on him moves faster, now standing in front of him.

He lifts his gaze, his eyes clashing with the pair of the ones looking back at him. Red hair, honey brown eyes, warm skin. What is this being standing in front of me? not being able to grasp its beauty and the warmth radiating from it. By the look in her eyes she could either destroy me or bring me back to life.

Lips part and his focus shifts back to here and now. 'I'm relieved to see you are finally awake.' Her voice like the sound of thunder and rain rumbling through the forest, it could shake your bones or tremble your heart. 'Your wounds have healed, and you stopped bleeding. Now we just have to get you back on your feet.', her gaze soft as she's looking down at him. ,What are you?' seems to be the only question he can form in this state. A sparkle shimmering in her honey-brown eyes, a smile forming on her light pink lips. 'I am no Angel. I am no different from you.' 'I just happened to be there and helped a person in need.' Her hand cupping my face making the pain that started to seep in fade into the background again. Angel or not she's what brought me back to life and cared for my wounds.

The Angel of Death bringing me back to life, healing what has been broken. Like an Omen of Life i have her by myside. An old friend, an even older soul, connected through destiny- There she is, Life, picking flowers and fruit from the garden, golden eyes, golden hair, golden skin she is unlike anything else. A sight yet to be seen, a sight I've come to cherish and need-

Side by side we sit on the terrace, the night setting in with fireflies and the moon lighting up the garden. I've come to enjoy these moments of peace and intimacy over the years and all I could think of in this moment, Not quite either day or Night, She's perfectly misaligned, I'm caught up in her design, And how it connects to mine. I was left to die yet she saved me and gave me back life one I'd never thought I'd live. I see in a different light the objects of my desire.

It's night as we lay down in bed, the window open, a soft breeze bringing warmth with it, brushing over our skins. Her laying next to me I lean in closer, goosebumps forming on her skin. As I whisper in her ear ,Is my Angel still awake?' i seem to send another set of goosebumps down her body, her breathing becoming slower and deep. She turns facing me, our faces inches away, our eyes lost in one another's, like fishermen lost in the sirens sea. A smile adorns her face, one I've engraved into my mind far too deep. Meeting her made me think she was either born in Hell or heaven-sent. Trying to take my life, instead, she gave it back. Either way I'm into it. She's what brought back my will to live, the reason to keep fighting for.

Her soft hand on my face shakes me out of my thoughts and brings me back to reality, her next to me. 'Is everything okay?', concern now written on her face, eyes searching my face for an answer. As for her it must have seemed unexpected and surprising but something has shifted inside of me. I move quick. I grip her hands pinning them above her head my body now hovering above hers. Eyes locked onto hers, fear flickers in her golden depths, her body tensing beneath mine. Need, desire and a hunger washing over me clouding my mind and taking control over all my senses, thoughts wash over me. I'm dying to melt through, to the heart of her molecules, till the particles part like holy water...

My hands slip down holding her chin firmly forcing her to look at me. I've never seen her like this before, it only steers the chaos inside of me to keep going take what I need. If anything she's an undiscovered element, Either born in hell or heaven-sent, Either way I'm into it. I let loose of her chin gripping her neck, choking her softly and her body tenses and shifts with my firm grip. Feeling the beat of her heart in my fingertips, warm and soft around her neck.

,Now I see in a different light, The objects of my desire.' the last words escaping my lips as I bite down on her. Pain and moans filling the air around us as she tries to get out of it. ,I'm here Angel, you will focus on me while I take care of you now. Take what I need.' I can see my stern expression reflect in her eyes right before i see a spark ignite in them.

More and more bites i leave as i follow down her neck to her collarbone, my grip tightening with each bite. Heat starting to make the air boil surrounding me and a feeling i cant quiet grasp building inside of me, it's intoxicating. Lust Life stopped struggling seemingly flourishing while i ravage her body and leave trails of me on her. Hands wandering over my back and shoulders i brace myself in front of her one hand trailing over have face, ,And I will bow willingly in front of this Angel.'

I place soft kisses over her thighs my hand moving up slowly sliding her night dress up, kissing every inch of skin being revealed. Life arches, soft moans escaping her lips, the sweetest moans. As i reach her breast i slide the dress over her head and toss it to the side. Laying in front of me a naked beauty, pure and free, soft and sweet. Tempting me. Like moonlight dancing on the surface of the sea. Her beauty made a slave of me and i couldn't care less, for all i know I'd die worshipping her, fighting for her, protecting her. 'Take me.' a plea escaping her lips something so raw, yet her voice makes it sound so sweet. A plead I've been waiting to hear. ,Then let me devour you.'

Read in solitude, bleed with tender violence. I walk amongst you beside your shadows.

~Your KyrillEtherea