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Date Posted: 15:08:12 06/28/05 Tue
In reply to: Zethy 's message, ".:. Is this a bad time? No. no. It's perfect. The hours’ devours are in the fridge. .:." on 14:39:14 06/28/05 Tue

Pretending, eh? Unfortunately for Zeth, even pretending to have his lights put out couldn't keep the vision at bay and so the movie reel played where only he could view it.

Dressed hues of sapphire cut in the victorian fashion, a figure had been positioned upon a cream colored quilt with her skirts billowing out in a very artistic manner. Her face cast so that it could not be seen, ebon curls lay piled upon her crown and cascaded down to her shoulder. Upon her left digit a ring all too familiar to Zeth could be spied as she lifted a teacup to her lips while her other hand held the saucer.

"Hair and blood is very important."

Setting the cup and saucer down upon blanket with the sandwhiches and basket, the elegant lady uttered the faintest of laughters as she motioned for Zeth to sit with her upon this quilt covering the rug of dirt and grass. Her features revealed to him, Zeth would recognize as the lovely Briallan's as her features tilted towards him and her hand with the ring had been offered to him in the manner of the day.

"And we should not forget about the proper attire either."

As his lips graced her cool flesh, he would catch sight of the jewelry upon her throat and the symbol upon the piece of silver. Jewelry was very important indeed but not even everything of importance could prevent the vision from falling apart in one swift gruesome motion. Ivory flesh blackened and fell from the bone and maggots overflowed from the broken cups and plates. The grass has turned to large brown weeds with long prickles and overhead the sky caught upon fire while the dirt just sandblasted everything in it's touch. Turning his eyes back to the woman, he would find only ashes with maggots writhing in the substance.


Escape now, Zeth. Escape from this false slumber while you still can.

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.:.Maggots dreams before I ate lunch. Not pretty.:.Zeth15:32:37 06/28/05 Tue


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