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~Vitric Night~
A Sequel to ~Velvet Noose~
Original Fiction by
Prologue
Hopeful slivers in the breeze come upon me as I please, to perch swift wings upon my skin, which folding fingers crush within.
Chapter I. Count the Hours
The wind blows through on ardent wings to lift thee from my side. It stirs, in this melancholy, a vice baptized as pride.
Chapter II. Gray
Hearken to my distant song, these words so loosely strung. Your ears yet hear what flesh can't say, my love, you are too young.
Chapter III. Spider Webs
What wayward paradise is this? What threshold have I crossed? What whisper this that spoke my name? What flame, and I, what moth?
Chapter IV. Shadow Play
Would you drown or would you flail? Where I falter would you fail? If too subtly I impress, how then shall I gain sweet success?
Chapter V. Trickling Out
Living breath or death decayed, above earth or beneath, pallid hearts still quake with love – that sword which stabs its guardian sheath.
Interlude
Sweet is the fodder of heavenly lies. Blessed be deceptions that keep innocent eyes. Sacred: the pretenses that echo in the ear. But still there's no place for such ignorance here.
Chapter VI. The Green Fairy
Poison blood, absinthe green and eyes of vitric night. One burns and seethes, and heedless claim orbs of dwindling light
Chapter VII. Children
Young ones young hopes brandish high, thinking far what is but nigh. Shallow dreamers we were all, who startled wake when sounds the toll.
Chapter VIII. Riddles
Don't fly tonight. This night is long and I shall want you by my side. Don't fly tonight, this night so long and I bereft of tears tonight.
Chapter IX. Waiting Rush
This is method, this is madness, this, a goddess left un-harnessed. This, her folly, this, her daring, this, the swift path to her undoing.
Second Interlude
Such are the delights of having thee, so much hold me enthralled: Thy face, thine eyes, thine arrogance! And thy succumbing arms.
Chapter X. Silver Keys
A sliver of sound pierces my heart. From there, within, it starts. Forfeited now, I dance to bring down the stars
Chapter XI. Marble Angels
This game of cups, of ill-blest spades, wilting flowers, studded graves… it plays, labyrinthine it plays… but in the end this passion fades.
Epilogue
Child of sorrows, thou must let go of wearied fate not yours to sow. Child of morning, thou must hang on to winds that spread the seeds of song.
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~Vitric Night~ and all it's contents (c) me.
A Sequel to ~Velvet Noose~
Original Fiction by
Prologue
Hopeful slivers in the breeze come upon me as I please, to perch swift wings upon my skin, which folding fingers crush within.
Chapter I. Count the Hours
The wind blows through on ardent wings to lift thee from my side. It stirs, in this melancholy, a vice baptized as pride.
Chapter II. Gray
Hearken to my distant song, these words so loosely strung. Your ears yet hear what flesh can't say, my love, you are too young.
Chapter III. Spider Webs
What wayward paradise is this? What threshold have I crossed? What whisper this that spoke my name? What flame, and I, what moth?
Chapter IV. Shadow Play
Would you drown or would you flail? Where I falter would you fail? If too subtly I impress, how then shall I gain sweet success?
Chapter V. Trickling Out
Living breath or death decayed, above earth or beneath, pallid hearts still quake with love – that sword which stabs its guardian sheath.
Interlude
Sweet is the fodder of heavenly lies. Blessed be deceptions that keep innocent eyes. Sacred: the pretenses that echo in the ear. But still there's no place for such ignorance here.
Chapter VI. The Green Fairy
Poison blood, absinthe green and eyes of vitric night. One burns and seethes, and heedless claim orbs of dwindling light
Chapter VII. Children
Young ones young hopes brandish high, thinking far what is but nigh. Shallow dreamers we were all, who startled wake when sounds the toll.
Chapter VIII. Riddles
Don't fly tonight. This night is long and I shall want you by my side. Don't fly tonight, this night so long and I bereft of tears tonight.
Chapter IX. Waiting Rush
This is method, this is madness, this, a goddess left un-harnessed. This, her folly, this, her daring, this, the swift path to her undoing.
Second Interlude
Such are the delights of having thee, so much hold me enthralled: Thy face, thine eyes, thine arrogance! And thy succumbing arms.
Chapter X. Silver Keys
A sliver of sound pierces my heart. From there, within, it starts. Forfeited now, I dance to bring down the stars
Chapter XI. Marble Angels
This game of cups, of ill-blest spades, wilting flowers, studded graves… it plays, labyrinthine it plays… but in the end this passion fades.
Epilogue
Child of sorrows, thou must let go of wearied fate not yours to sow. Child of morning, thou must hang on to winds that spread the seeds of song.
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Sane-keeping 2. Bad Academic
Today I turned in the proposed outline for my dissertation. The first "defense" is next week. It's time to put things in perspective. Most of us spend our lives dabbling in cultures we barely understand. Consuming stories, from a different culture because it is strange and incomprehensible. Poring over posts on social media that are a world or two apart from our own. The appeal may seem initially exotic--but the strangeness is more often in our inability to know why things are that way. This is the sort of inadequacy we sometimes try to address...this is also the start for a good adventure story. Where I'm from, comics has always been linked to literacy. More specifically, to illiteracy. On one hand, it was a tool to educate those who cannot read. To educate who on what? The illiterate...on anything (health, doctrine, policy)...but also on HOW to read. It was used to teach English as much as it then became a medium that helps disseminate the mother tongue (to create a readership in
Sane-keeping 1. Deviant ways
For a while now I’ve been considering signing up for some new SNS platform for my art (yes, I do still draw) and photos and what not. But everywhere seems entirely too new, too trendy, too public. Since last year’s decision to turn my dA account into an “active” archive for my “old” artworks, I’m quite confident now that I neither intend to leave nor to become truly active again. But I have decided to put this space (and my subscription) to some use. Not necessarily good use, but some sort of use nonetheless.
From now on I’ll be using this journal to dwell on a topic that is probably th
Naps on Maps
A process journal for an inked piece that took 5 or so sit-downs over 5 or so months to finish.
(I did try to draw some comics in between, and well, failed to finish that.)
I'd like to be producing one piece a month, to be honest, but if I can finish 3 a year I'd be content.
So, here is "Against Time and The World, Inexhaustible"
Here is the "inspiration" -- the artwork that I decided to redraw...but not really.
Here are some detail shots from the finished work.
As for the process: I took a grand total of one WIP photo of the sketch.
Luckily my friend, who has moved out of dA, documents our Drink-and-Draw on her social media, so I get
2018 - Re-Calendar, Re-Painting
Look who found her back-up PSD files and decided to repaint old digital art.
Prepping old works for an art book: that's what I'm actually doing. Yes. Let's pretend this is a good idea.
Happy New Year everyone!I'm hoping it's a better one.
Either way, it is time to whip out the new calendars.
Since I did manage a bunch of new inked pieces this year, I decided to put together a calendar that's partly retrospective, and partly new stuff.
[I'll shoulder the shipping of whoever can guess ten book titles from my shelf. haha!]
It's a Cradle of Whispers desk calendar set put together for my personal use, but I've been selling a few copies to lo
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astig - hintay ako ng copy pero kunin ko muna ang velvet noose