Yul drifted into sleep, her head turning softly away from Mairi on the pillow as if, from slumber, she sought separation, distance, a final act of submission. Mairi looked up in supplication as those who prostrate themselves look down in mercy, her lower lids as dams staining to hold back her own doubt and fear and anger and regret. As Yul’s hand fell slack, the dam burst. +My Janus, I can’t do this. Damn you! Do you hear me, I can’t do this.+
Mairi cried and to the extent her countenance betrayed torment and dismay, Yul’s placid pale visage paid homage to lakes calm in twilight. Taking the back of her trembling fingers, Mairi brushed Yul’s silver hair from her cheek. Bending over she kissed the crest of her dimple and whispered words neither recorded nor remembered.
Three hours later:
+You did well my dear Chatelaine.+
+Frail you, you frailing whore of children forgotten and abandoned.+ Mairi sobbed uncontrollably, her head pounding from the inside out as she shook as patients burning with fever shake from cold.
+You did all I could have asked, all anyone could have expected. And soon, you will love me again as only a Chatelaine can love the art of grace and execution, of passion controlled by mind and whipped by heart.+
+You lie with daggers dull and crooked; and if I had my wits I would hurl venom and hatred as the unkind do in confrontation with difference. I will never forgive nor forget, my liege, the obligation I owe to one so blessed with duplicity and greed.+
Dr X smiled. +I knew talent when I saw it, and you, my dear, are a gift beyond my dreams.+
Mairi lay on the ground, soaking wet, her eyes blurry, her immaculate makeup smeared almost beyond recognition.
+Rest my darling Null.+
Doctor #1: What happened?
Doctor #2: I have no idea. What does the tape show?
Doctor #1: You’re not going to believe this.
Doctor #2: What?
Doctor #1: It’s blank.
Categories: Story, Yul, Mairi, Dr. X
40 comments:
Like a dancer trained in all the arts, you seem to slip effortlessly between one style of writing and another delivering each with the same amount of passion and pursuasion, ability and agility. I've missed the metaphors just recently, either due to the fact you were away and there were fewer chapters or due to the fact there have been fewer of them, I am not quite sure, but they were a delight to discover within these passages. Was particularly fond of the one that featured calm lakes in twilight. :-)
The extreme distress suffered by Mairi is brutal and exceedingly hard to watch (read), in other terms, brilliantly executed mr writer!
Brilliant too how for every question answered, still more are posed.
From my usual perch...
pleasant evening ahead, x
Questions? Moi? LMAO, I thought I answered them in this chapter. :-D
I've been missing my metaphors too. The "play" style of writing doesn't much lend to metaphors so we might see a few more chapters like this one, which is to say over the top prose, almost sickly sweet. :-D
I'm so tempted to simply spell how what just happened in this chapter and if the consensus is to do so, I'll be happy to--heck, might end up doing it anyway since I know exactly what happened and I'm not sure it's fair to make you and everyone else guess. ;-)
Let's just say from no chance to chance we have ventured and I'll leave it at that for now. I also really, really like what I saw from Mairi in this chapter--perhaps, maybe, her best performance to date. :-D
As always my dearest one, I do appreciated your very kind and generous words. Always and forever deeply welcomed. :-)
This looks like you took a very powerful microscope and zoomed inside the human body.
You have cut me off like an alcoholic to his drink. So once again I sit in waiting for the chance to taste my new addiction.
In good favor you write and because of it, this glass from which I drink is lifted in a toast to you.
Tres Bien
Saffy, I thought the same thing when I first saw this image. Nice to see you stopping by. :-)
Inside, I will gladly join you in that toast. Welcome to the story! Engaged comments are always greatly welcomed and appreciated. :-)
Yeah, May is a busy busy month. I'm so looking forward to June. ;0
Firstly, a littl mystery goes a long way, and secondly, whatever you do, by how you do it, there is always questions, namely and most audibly, 'what happens next?'. And that is one you couldn't help but and want to keep. :-)
Sweet dreams, x
excllent execution of the scene.
I read it twice & each time a read a certain line as " of passions wipped by heart & controlled by mind" & not the way you put it!!
I wonder why it refused to register otherwise!
& I have been rewriting nursery rhymes. Would you care to see? :)
Mona, I like your version better, makes more sense. I suppose the question then is, why did I deem to write it the way that I did. As I look at that sentence, I think what happened, in my mind, is first and foremost, Mairi is trying to maintain composure, and she is losing that battle--so, the mind and control, in a lost cause is posited as the first block. Then, like wild horses that cannot be stopped, the mind is overrun my the heart, as the pounding of hooves mimics the pounding in her heart and the horsemen of fear and doubt and anger and regret ride like hellions over the crumbling barricades of control. And like her eyes before, the damn burst and she experiences a flood of emotion she cannot stop.
I would love to see your work. On my way. :-)
Sunshine, I think you are right. So say ye, the mystery shall remain. LMAO, at least for now. ;-)
Saffy, June is a good month. Especially the 15th of June. :-D
Hi Tree, Thank you for dropping by. May I add you to my links...
I shall add you to my links on my scribbling pad.
I enjoyed reading your work :-)
and your photos are wonderful
Annie.
Annie, I would be honored to have you add me to your links. Thanks for the kind words. :-)
Ah! I see now what you meant!
& I like your version better! :)
(sometimes I think I have not read the same thing as everybody else...)
***blank tape!
~d, just ask. Be happy to walk down whatever path you have in mind. ;-)
What's on the 15th of June? Sounds like a happy occaasion. ;)
Well, Saffy, it will be for me. :-D
Say, you're a Gemini baby?
All my life. ;-)
You lie with daggers dull and crooked; and if I had my wits I would hurl venom and hatred as the unkind do in confrontation with difference. I will never forgive nor forget, my liege, the obligation I owe to one so blessed with duplicity and greed.
I love when well chosen words seethe.
Good job Trée!
Oh Deb, you know just how to comment to a writer. Bless your soul child. :-D
I am still waiting... seems I do not like to wait when interested...smiles
Thrust ... lol. I had to say it.
Inside, could you say it a little faster, with a little more passion, and then a little slower, in more of a honeyed sultry sort of tone, and then in a head banging, sweat inducing yell? :-D
in the darkness, her hands fell to her sides allowing him to draw closer. with rising temperatures his breath grew heavy as their bodies slip into each other as if some God had designed them long before they had ever met.
rising slightly, he took her hands and placed them above her head. Looking at her body he could not help but enjoy the vision that lay before him and relish in the idea of what yet to come.
Inside, that was poetic, beautiful and evocative. Might need to read that again, or again and again. ;-)
okay you asked for it... seduce me and I just might.... lmao.
Well, if I had known all I need do is ask, I would have asked a long time ago. :-D
Only the deepest heart and the softest hands can reach this soul ... are you up for it? ::smiles;:
Check. Check. And yes, figuratively and literally. ;-)
smiles ::: never leave me waiting or wanting?
Waiting, maybe. Wanting, always. :-)
Wanting isn't all bad as long as it is worth the wait ... are you?
Like fresh hot cinnamon rolls on a lazy Sunday morning with black coffee served in off-white cups with a slight lip.
Lean in, wetted lips taste sweet when offered such a divine breakfast. Lay with me won't you?
On sheets white with the rays of yesterday and warm with the expectation of no place to go, nowhere to be. Lick my fingers and offer unto me the glistening sweetness of your whetted flesh, pouty, parted, willing and able. In other words, yes. :-D
Distinguish me from all others. Relish in the notion of synchronized bodies playing symphonic notes. Bath in us ... wake no morning without witnessing the the rebirth of new sensations. Leave me not ... know that when our bed is empty, it will stay warm waiting like me for a new night of triumph.
And in the morn the sun will rise and the birds rejoice as a warm breeze tickles sparkling leaves, those quiet ambassadors of silence heard and shade given. Our heads will spin as surely as the ground beneath and our hearts will race with anticipation of a kiss. And with the touching of lips will come a smile and eyes will open and laughter commence at our fortune.
It has been about a month since I've been here--I checked the date and I was shocked, very shocked to realize it has been so long. I mean, when I saw how many posts you have written, wow. I am floored. Now I am untangling the knots in my mind and trying to find my way back from wherever I wandered. I wish I understood. Why I get lost I mean. I don't know what I mean. I will focus on your story and forget that I forget.
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