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A Simple Life (pt19)

It was the first anniversary of her death. Coleen might have forgotten, but their new neighboring town had a celebration about it. Down with the corrupt king and praise to the Faith who had saved them all.

“Could you just see their faces if you went down and joined the festivities?” Emil asked as he took another piece of chocolate Coleen had made off of the plate. He ate it very slowly, likely by forcing himself. If there was one thing Coleen had managed to uphold in this new household it was...

A Simple Life (pt18)

They ended up moving when someone came by to see Emil while Coleen was out with him in the garden. Not by her choice. The woman had not recognized her, but that did not matter.

She would not give anyone the opportunity to.

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Piano to Silence

Godless night of inspiration

Temptation of the finest

Slipping through fingers’ tremors

Embers pressing back against

Sounds rising past the surface

Nervous twisting tendons hot

Racing mental powers frantic

Romantic chords spinning wild

Waiting whispers tasting calm

Balm upon the sacrifice

What’s given the inspired

Desired, abandoned, lost

Then the light to save the hand

Brand of fire on the soul

To repeat? Another night

Right inside inspired motion

Married, breathing, the pleasure

Treasure by...

A Simple Life (pt17)

Coleen was content with feeling empty.

This was the feeling of fulfillment. She accomplished what she had set out to do. Of course she had not died, but that would have been too good for her. This way she got to see her world realized and her name smeared as far as she had been able to defile it. She would hear word of Ami through Emil’s lips and she would just live.

Not that she had a choice.

The numbness crept from her heart and into her limbs. Maybe she would never be able to do anything m...

A Simple Life (pt16)

“The roof needs to be repaired,” she told him when Emil finally came out to see what the sound had been.

“Oh. What gave you that impression?”

The knife that pierced through the hard shell that was supposed to be their shelter. That was how the strong took down the weak. Some had forgotten that people wanted the weak to survive. Why else could they then call someone else to get this sort of thing fixed?

“I will have to be elsewhere,” she said. She could not risk everything on a single sight.

“...

No magic formula

Touching someone’s soul
Is easier than you’d think
Yet not when intentional,
Not when you sink
Into something more than you knew
What you thought
What they link
Into themselves

Touching someone’s soul
Happens when they connect
Not when you want them too,
When you least expect
Them to love what you’ve done, produced
What you live
What you reflect
Out of your own soul

Touching someone’s soul
Can never be intended
Perhaps that is what makes it
More than just splendid,
A touch more than nothing,...

A Simple Life (pt15)

She had gone outside to check the damage to the roof. The tree branch stuck through the shingles above her room. That would have to be fixed before the rains came. Emil would have to call someone about it, which meant Coleen would have to be elsewhere.

Now that was the question. Where could she go during that time? It had not even been a year yet. Who knew how long it would be until her face was forgotten. The hatred when the usurped king was spoken of… at the very least that would last a lon...

A Simple Life (pt14)

She had often thought that Emil would die when giving her his immortality. He hadn’t helped much with that impression, straight up telling Coleen that if she accepted it one day that he would die.

“Lots of people wouldn’t have thought it possible for someone to seal away immortality either, to keep someone from taking it,” Emil had commented. When had he first said that? Perhaps eight months before, shortly after her death.

Coleen wondered whether he only did this to keep an eye on her. It wa...

A Simple Life (pt13)

Agon was just a game. It did not matter whether she had thought so or not back then. The truth was it had been created for a purpose, but now was only played for entertainment. The knight Lamar had used his Agon match against the Faith for his own amusement. Amusement and a way of determining the Faith’s character.

Emil finished setting everything up. He waited for her to choose her colour.

The white of Faith’s outfit, the white I fit myself into. The red of royalty, the red I forced myself i...

A Simple Life (pt12)

“It was always more about interaction than the game,” she finally said.

“That one game? Or all of them?”

Emil had caught on to something Coleen had not allowed herself to ever think about. She had liked to win. She had loved to win. Until the end, she had always wanted things to go her way. Even when everything fell apart. As things unravelled, as she would do was decide she wanted something else so she could still win.

Perhaps every game had been about Coleen trying to figure out something a...