A Small Notice, Barely Audible

Hello.

To any Bijou Whisperers out there, this blog will go on a hiatus. 

Until the pictures have started showing once more.

Farewell, for now.

Reunited

Reunited

Tears streaked down her face, but they weren't sorrowful. She stared at the one they deemed a monster with a smile on her face, his expression returning a gentle one. Before she could choke out how much she missed him, he complimented on how beautiful she looked with tears on her face, which earned him a peck on the cheek.

They spent of the rest of the day under the glow of an autumn tree, telling each other about the events both had missed from each other's lives, and the events that they both wanted to do together: a missed birthday, the Wedding of Birds (they both loved that holiday). Everything, suspended in time under that autumn tree, was perfect.

She talked about how the world was still on a hunt for him, and with a carefree tone he responded that he didn't care. She suggested that they both run away, and he replied that he would ponder the idea, even though they both knew that he was lying. But it was nice to dream.

The wind calmly played with the autumn leaves, and as twilight began to fall, she rested her head on his lap. Closing her eyes, she hoped that the day would last forever. So did he.

The forest gleamed with silence, and not even the chirping of the birds could capture the moment between her and the one they called a monster. 

Faded Face

Faded Face

It was a dreary and light-hearted rainy night. The melancholy man stood below the awning of the newly refurbished Tom's Diner, breathing quietly as he awaited a taxi. The dim lighting advertised 50% off in sandwiches and chips.

He could faintly remember an artist who once sang about Tom's Diner. There were many "do's" in that song. Unsurprisingly, as he remembered, it was titled Tom's Diner. 

A car sped past by, almost-but-not-quite splashing his lower half. He breathed a deep sigh.

Perhaps, one day, he would become like the quiet rain too.

I Saw Him Once, in a Dream

 

I Saw Him Once, in a Dream

I always did sympathize with the bad guys in fairy tales when I was young. The troubles they experienced to destroy the hero, to make their own dreams come true. What I never did understand was why the villains did what they had to do. Did there always have to be an antagonist?

I doubt it. I'm sure the Evil Queen had to give the apple for some other reason than jealously.

My favorite antagonist is the Big Bad Wolf from Little Red Riding Hood. A simple wolf, waiting for prey, hoping to feed his family that was never mentioned in the story. They say that he never did devour the grandma or Little Red Riding Hood. He was simply after her desserts, since his pups wanted cake and cookies.

But they misunderstood his intentions...

I saw him once, in a dream. It was there that I was able to give him sweets of all kinds.

I hope to see him again. 

For She...Explores the Sunset Desert

For She...Explores the Sunset Desert

There are no people. There are no buildings. She is far from civilization...if there are any left. In the lonely desert she is alone, no miraculous oasis or fanciful mirages.

Her patterned jacket flutters in the desert breeze, her footsteps leaving shadowed marks in the sand. Endlessly, the desert expands toward the northern sun, which continues to shine half-heartedly. She follows, but expects no sort of reward, just the journey itself.

She breathes a deep sigh.

"I should be able to find the lost ruins soon." She could sense it. Strange disturbances in the air that shifted toward the end of the desert.

She questioned if anything truly was at the edge of the horizon. Perhaps.

"Perhaps."

She breathes a deep sigh.

The Man With Cat-Paw Gloves

The Man With Cat-Paw Gloves

He is a very strange man who can pull off a cat-like appearance very well on Tuesdays. On Thursday he is British, and longs to visit a clam buffet. He's very eccentric, and not that well-known except for the residents in his head.

Some say he's mental, others say he's colorful, but he doesn't really care because he does and doesn't exist, so the comments do and don't affect him. Sometimes when he fully exists, he gets sad, but he finds it all dandy since that sadness is alleviated later when he half-exists.

So far, only a few handle consider him wonderful. But that is because they too, are wonderful people.

The life of a 1/4 cat-man is quite difficult (his paws are gloves and the only thing cattish about him are his ears).

For She Hides in the Light

For She Hides in the Light

The mysterious woman surrounded by white aura did nothing to conceal the strange light emanating from her, and because of this, the denizens of Hell avoided her purity. They would hiss and shout strange curses in their demonic tongue, and some even had the gall to attack her outright with tendrils of dark shadows. Yet, all the demons could do nothing but watch in ambivalence as she simply ignored their assaults and strange insults.

"Through Cerberus Street and wait at Souls Plaza below the lantern tree." The man's voice, so softly spoken and devoid of emotion echoed in her mind. She repeated the simple phrase multiple times in her head, fearful that somehow, the demons of Hell would warp the phrase into something else. 

She wasn't afraid of them, of course. She was a neutral being simply borrowing Angel's Light for the time being. Neutral beings were frowned upon in both Heaven and Hell, since to the Angels and Demons, it was either good or evil.

She discarded her musings as she reached the open plaza cloaked in a heavy green fog, the lantern tree in the middle dimly illuminating the area with eerie orange lights. The buildings seemed suspiciously devoid of life, but as she squinted she could make faint shadows watching her from behind counter tops and demonic shoe stores. Could this really be counted as a plaza though? Instead of normal cobblestone, the entire surface fresh dirt with scattered gravestones.

A man half-naked with scars and something oozing out of his body approached the unnamed woman quietly waiting under the lantern tree, mumbling a continuous phrase of "no place like home, no place like home, no place like home..." he passed her harmlessly, but one of his eyes watched her for a second.

"The creatures of this place...certainly are odd." The woman mused. "He better be here soon..."

She would wait until her damned lover would appear, regardless.