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Mostly because the icons are fun - [Dec. 12th, 2006|09:07 pm]
Playing with sort of Castlevania characters. Warning for potential creepy, since - well -


Let us talk.

- Dr. Mathias

[User Picture]From: yukie1013
2006-12-13 03:12 am (UTC)
What is there to discuss?

In the mountains, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.


Quivi, secondo che per ascoltare,
non avea pianto, ma' che di sospiri,
che l'aura eterna facevan tremare.
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[User Picture]From: corvid
2006-12-13 03:15 am (UTC)
Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table.

Oh, do not ask, "What is it?"

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[User Picture]From: yukie1013
2006-12-13 03:17 am (UTC)

not funny, that simile.

I remember
Those are pearls that were his eyes.

hector i miss you terribly

Et O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la coupole!

...what is it?

-rubedo by turns and rose-red
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[User Picture]From: corvid
2006-12-13 03:26 am (UTC)
So I would have had him leave,
So I would have had her stand and grieve,
So he would have left
As the soul leaves the body torn and bruised,
As the mind deserts the body it has used.

Who is the third who walks beside you?

Think carefully now. How did you find him, Rose red?

- M
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[User Picture]From: yukie1013
2006-12-13 03:37 am (UTC)
Through the dead man's hand I found him. Next to the corpse you planted.

what was her crime besides looking like your lisa? whyever did you send me of all people to kill her? you know how i feel about those despicable base vulgar loathesome hypocrite bastards - non vale un cazzo -

Which one was that again?

Do forgive me~

My nerves are bad to-night.

-he named by 'the reddening', à la tour abolie
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[User Picture]From: corvid
2006-12-13 03:47 am (UTC)
He wants a good time, and if you don't give it to him, there's others will.

Yet when we came back, late from the hyacinth garden, your arms full, and your hair wet - I was neither living nor dead, and I knew nothing.

Son of man, you cannot say, or guess, for you know only a heap of broken images.

Death holds you in his hands, Rubedo. You are reddening his bones. You had not thought death had undone so many and each man fixed his eyes before his feet.

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[User Picture]From: yukie1013
2006-12-13 03:54 am (UTC)

i am not a son of man any longer you made sure of that

death is an ass anyhow and he needs to stop rattling at me

it drives me

dare i say it


So I would have had him leave,
So I would have had her stand and grieve,
So he would have left

you. you drove him out.

poor rosaly, her only crime was looking like one you lost. poor hector, his only crime was having what you wanted.

and mine is what?


O quam te memorem virgo.
No contact possible to flesh
Allayed the fever of the bone.
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[User Picture]From: corvid
2006-12-13 04:01 am (UTC)
The voice returns like the insistent out-of-tune of a broken violin on an August afternoon:

"You are invunerable, you have no Achilles' heel.
You will go on, and when you have prevailed
You can say: at this point many a one has failed."

Don't you see? We who were living are now dying. You have failed.

What is the city over the mountains
cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air
falling towers

Because you failed.

Dare you try again? Dare you redeem?

Albedo, he is a traitor, and the rats will pick his bones.

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[User Picture]From: yukie1013
2006-12-13 04:04 am (UTC)
dying? you? since when?

burning burning burning burning

la la

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[User Picture]From: corvid
2006-12-13 04:08 am (UTC)
I pluckest thou out.

The key turned once only, Rubedo.

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[User Picture]From: yukie1013
2006-12-13 04:14 am (UTC)
We think of the key, each in his prison
Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison
Only at nightfall, aetherial rumours
Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus

...i never did read that play...

well at least you've finally admitted what i am

Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
Brave bracelets strong
I slept not since the Conquest,
Till then I never waked

...that image is very like your son's

if he were dark as you were in your salad days.

i miss adrian too

-he who dares not grasp the thorn etc.
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[User Picture]From: corvid
2006-12-13 04:15 am (UTC)
I summon you to tourney.

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[User Picture]From: yukie1013
2006-12-13 04:35 am (UTC)
abel says no.



p.s. if i am to joust i need more armour thank you
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[User Picture]From: rainswolf
2006-12-27 01:58 am (UTC)
I friended you because I was looking at NM journals and I also like poetry and ravens.
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[User Picture]From: corvid
2006-12-27 02:49 am (UTC)
Ah. Nice to meet you.

I saw mention of cooking on your journal. You may be interested in some recipes I've got under the tag 'food.'
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