intrigue en cours Entre les Enfants de Prométhée et l'Ordre de l'Hydre, la guerre semble à présent inévitable. Les uns comme les autres se préparent à l'affrontement. De son côté, le Conclave Écarlate peine à se faire à l'absence des Fawkes et au nouveau leadership des Ackerman. À moins que les laboratoires d'Amaranth Pharmaceuticals ne fassent de grandes découvertes dans peu de temps, ou que le Conclave ne mette la main sur un immortel, il se pourrait bien que ces tensions coûtent cher à l'organisation... Et après être longtemps resté dans l'ombre, un vieil ennemi s'apprête à refaire surface.
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Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel, never ending or beginning, on an ever spinning reel. Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind.
I think The Thomas Crown affair would have been shit without that song.
It's wrong thou. There is an end to every circle and even memories fade away.
The point of a circle is that it has no end and no beginning.
But circles can be broken. There's a whole song about it.
Do you think Vicky should have gone with him at the end?
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Dernière édition par Dottie Sinclair le Jeu 18 Fév - 12:57, édité 1 fois
I think you're still sinking when you're feeling that part of you that is me.
Do you remember the song? I used to love that song so much. I used to sing it to my baby. I learned later than they can ear music, from the womb. I hope it calmed her down, when we sank. James told me it was a girl. I didn’t know that.
I hope it was painless.
It wasn’t painless for me. But you already know that. Somehow, you were already there.
Having you with me is painful, sometimes. But not like this. Never like this. I wouldn’t give it away for the world. It’s not sinking, it’s barely holding my breath, knowing that the surface is so close I can reach it.
Do you feel it as well. Please Iván, tell me how does it feel when I’m with you.
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(#) Re: — Iván Milošević (+41 22 364 13 80) Mar 25 Mai - 0:44
Sunshine
Why do you insist on giving me ways to hurt you ?
I always thought you were scared of me. It's what I've always felt, after the relief that filled you that day when you first saw me.
Then it was never ever again "dream a little dream of me".
How did we get so dark Dottie ?
Is that what you want me to ask ?
Because I don't know and I'd rather rip off my heart than having an answer for that "we" that is meant to be something else than the cancer on which we both like to feed.
Maybe because despite all of this, I know that you wouldn’t try to hurt me. Even if you could. And you could.
You could ruin me, destroy me. Burn everything to the ground, leave only scorched earth in your wake.
Yet you don’t.
Of course I’m scared of you Iván. I’m scared of the power you hold over me. I’m scared that I don’t care.
Iván, my own personal little tumor, always with me. So deep inside my brain, you never leave. Everywhere yet nowhere.
Iván, how could I not be scared of you when you burn so bright it’s blinding.
It’s not dark, it’s a fucking light show.
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(#) Re: — Iván Milošević (+41 22 364 13 80) Mar 25 Mai - 22:02
Sunshine
If I'm a light to you then snuffing it out will be all much easier.
I've come a long way in the art of removing myself from the lives of others.
You make no exception.
I don't want that power over you that you are giving me credit for.
Don't call me to the light when all I ever wanted was the darkness.
One day the tumor will be gone and you will realise that you are free.
Until then, I'm a sorry for everything, Dorothy.
Are you afraid you would answer if I tried hard enough? Would it be so bad Iván? I know why I’m afraid of you Iván. But why are you so afraid of me?
You pushed me away from the start. Dropped me right into his arms and left.
You didn’t even say a word, yet you were all I could hear. I can still hear you now.
I know that sometimes you drive in the country, in that fancy car of yours, I can smell the lake and the dirt and the cigarette smoke, the leather from the seats and your cologne.
I know when you are going to bed to her, the disgust when you touch her body, I don’t know if you hate her or yourself more.
I can feel the Merlot on your lips, the blood too. Same color. Red. I feel like you are more of a blue.
Maybe you are right. Maybe I’m giving you too much power. Maybe I don’t want to be free.
Do I haunt you as much as you haunt me?
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(#) Re: — Iván Milošević (+41 22 364 13 80) Mar 25 Mai - 22:43
Sunshine
Is that how terrible you feel me ?
Then I was right to push you away into his arms.
Is there ever a good answer with you Iván?
I will not help you hurt yourself.
I’m not him. He is better than me, better than all of us. I would have let you jump.
I have no interest in trying to save you.
Don’t presume to know how I feel you.
How my body feels you as well. The ghost touch of your skin, sometimes I dream about that too. You don’t want to hear that. But maybe you show know. That this is how I feel you as well.
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(#) Re: — Iván Milošević (+41 22 364 13 80) Mar 25 Mai - 23:38
Sunshine
Why do you keep trying to reach me if you're neither interested in saving or hurting me ?
See Dottie I think you are just trying to learn that fire burns.
They told you it does but you did not wanted to believe them. You had to see it for yourself because despite everything you cannot remove the hope from the sonbird's songs even when winter ruins everything.
You wanted to know what I feel, in that small part of me that is you ?
I feel how much you think that you don't deserve any of this, that there's a stain within you that's ready to eclipse the sunshine you try to be. That eventually you will ruin everything because despite immortality you feel fleeting, a breath away from losing yourself.
It's me Dottie, that stain within you. You don't have to go looking for it each day or anywhere else.
So you don't want me to assume how you feel that thing that is us ?
I don't presume anything because I feel it everyday, every second and every cursed breath.
Is the world divided between people trying to hurt you or save you?
The rot was there before you. Before the trunk and the blood and the way you thought about killing me the first time you looked into my eyes. How you thought yourself merciful.
Maybe I was born wicked. Birthed into violence twice.
It’s best indeed, that you abandoned me like a fucking cumbersome package. Left someone else deal with the mess.
I saw it, how we could consume each other. Only ashes left. But I wish you would see the flames, how beautiful they burn, how they warm your skin and shine into your eyes.