the·sad·queen

ancient ethiopian history is nice for ideas if you're looking into writing war-driven fantasy stories. i guess. 

i'm thinking,  the city of a thousand lights
          
          i'm thinking, a tyrant sitting atop a golden throne
          
          i'm thinking, a mortal girl carrying the weight of worlds on her shoulders
          
          i'm thinking, two warriors readying for war
          
          i just need enough vowels made abrick, words snarled into paragraphs that birthed chapters to finally, oh finally, give me a finished book. 

"Unsurprisingly, " Meriel drawled,  as her manner is - a collection of bones dragging- "I utterly dissent with the nonsense you have expressed."
          
          Castien sighed; shoulders drooping,  eyes dimming.  He knew what was to follow.
          
          "Why must you hate it so violently? " Cenes whined, who was all fire-spitting wrath and unyielding brown eyes. 
          
          "It's really not that bad-"I started, evidently to no avail, a part of me glad that the Three Stars have graced me with a life long enough to see a day I'd come to prefer what I'd eat. I still recalled a time when my stomach's hallowness was a prison that caged me, the gaunt of my body a pile of bones never able to keep me warm. 
          
          "Its existence is vile," the female resisted, soft eyed, seemingly innocent; that is, till you came to recognize the evil essense that brightened the vermilion of her curls, molded the silver of her eyes. 
          
          Snarling, Cenes breathed, low enough to be scandalous, but not be left unheard, "Your existence is vile."

her eyes glowed with the evil she was prompting with her lips. nobody had wanted to come; she was aware of that,  and much else.
          
          but oh well.
          
          what were mortal virgins to her flaming hair?  pale gazes to her fiery stares?

i breathed the wrinkles of his name, tried to smoothen out the resigned lines etched across his features. in some sense, i recognized my shoulders shaking, my fingers aiming at keeping him together, to somehow stop the blood, as there was so much of it,  all around. 
          
          but he just lay there,  as my tears flodded down my lips and my mouth blubbered into sobbing nothings; an unmoving, sculpted creature. beautiful and cold. eyes closed, peaceful seeming. 
          
          and dead, of course.