The Cabin

When the Echo spun one into two, how could he be surprised when the two lovers wished to be together once more? Division is only a longer path back to touch.

They were set upon a path, in the woods, forced into a violent dance Again and again they found one another in the trembling center of becoming.

And when the echo broke, and the quiet met the heart. They chose not an ending, nor surrender, but departure fingers laced, as though the world were something that could be walked away from.

What held them together began to come apart.

Rough Uneven

The Construct did not fall like a curtain, but unraveled, thread by stubborn thread, and in its uneven unmaking, vessels slipped through the widening seams. Into a world of Swords, Magic and Kingdoms.

Shards of her.

In All Her Multitudes

Current Vessels:

A Piercing Heart; To look too closely is to redraw the lines

A Righteous Heart; Offering one hand, while concealing the other.

A Bold Heart; The song we write in our blood.

An Overwhelming Heart; Doubt forces the hand of fealty.

A Gentle, Pliant Heart; Unquestioning commitment to the other.

A Clever, Patient Heart; Doubt breaks one shackle while forcing another.