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“I hope I will never tire of my darling sunshine and rain.”-Alcina Fong (moirasterling)

Blue Sky Holiday

So many variants
Of a single faceted hue
Fresh and new
Like a satin robe
It folds
And crumples
It soothes and relaxes
With a grace that is dangerous

I feel it heave up in my chest
I feel it rush over me
I breathe in its cool scent
And touch its sheer metallic cold
It is unforgiving
Like an Arctic winter
But flutters like a morpho butterfly
Light and free above the clouds
Without a care in the world

Always Unrequited

You are now in a place I cannot reach
I keep hoping things will change
But I will never be an exception to your rule

Never in my life
Have a met a gentleman like you

Inside your heart
You hold so much good
Guided by your faith
Your soul seems to shine

You are all that is good in this world
You treat people with the patience and respect they deserve
You are my light
You are my hope
You are the reason I go on
The reason I have confidence in myself

They say never to depend on others
To be the source of your happiness
But I am a child of circumstance
Mutable like the weather

You are my sunshine
And you are my rain
You are the rainbow
That colours my world

We are all human
And we all make mistakes
You remember that
And you forgive me

You spend your life helping others
When really you should help yourself
Sometimes I see the loneliness in your eyes
Hear it in your voice
I want so badly to help you
To love you
And be the one to give you solace
At day’s end

But I know that I don’t belong
And never will
In the world into which you were born

I don’t ask for much
Because I understand
How important to you it is to find her

So all I ask is this:
To be your friend
The one you can talk to
When you are down

I want to be the one you call
When your heart is breaking down
When you feel the walls shattering
When the world is screaming
And you feel nothing at all

I want to be the one who is there to hold your hand
To tell you things will be alright
Because you are the one I love most
And I want to see you flourish

I understand and know
That you will never love me back
But I don’t need your love
Just the idea of you is enough
To light up my heart
To push me to aid

You deserve to be happy
Even at its cost to me

Crinoline Tears

Her grace was unparalleled
The poise with which she held herself
She knew she had not been born ordinary
She knew she had been born to stand out

She did not have what other girls had
Or money

She was simple
Yet beautiful
And for that others greeted her with disdain
But she knew it was all part of a game
A game she refused to participate in

Each day
Each night
A different dress
A different man

Until one day
He swept her away

She was wearing a crimson gown
All in flowing lace
Held up by crinoline
When first he caught her eye

But she was nothing special
She was just a girl

He had seen them all
Or so he’d like to have though
Took her for nothing special
Just another girl

She had never been refused
Never in this way
She swore she’d make him notice

As her dresses got more elaborate
The less attention he paid her
Until one day in her depression
She wore what she loved most

It was not fancy
It was not made of lace
It did not have a flowing train
It was not satin soft

It was a poor man’s gown
Made simply of cotton
And sleeveless
Showing off the few assets she did have

In her depression
She forgot to act
And showed him herself
And showed him her soul

It was a side she always sought to hide
But instead it drew him near
He loved the actress most
When she forgot to act

Prompt: Draw or write about an image you find that you like in the following link Doesn’t need to be fashion.

Once Upon A Dream

“Babe, I’m heading out,” called Alcander.

“Have fun,” I returned, “Call me if you need a ride or anything, I’d rather you wake me up in the middle of the night than drive drunk.”

“Okay,” nodded Alcander, leaving my notes sprawled out on the dining room table to come say goodbye.

“Love you,” I smiled.

He gave me a quick peck on the cheek before jumping into his green Toyota Prius and speeding away.

I sighed, closing the door and returned to the dinner table to resume studying for the LSAT. The first time I had failed miserably and I wasn’t about to let that happen again. I settled down for the long night ahead.

Alcander and I met at my work place. At that time he was the representative of Polaris Enterprises, one of the publishing companies that my company had a contract with. I had seen him around and we knew of one another, we just never really talked or had the chance to work with one another. He was really shy and so was I, well sort of. I could be a bit rowdy when I was with my friends. When we were assigned to the same assignment, I discovered what a gentleman he really was. Gentlemen were a rare species in this day and age and as I lived for all things Victorian, I fell in love with him.

At that time due to our professional relationship I was hesitant to pursue a romantic relationship with him. Well that and he was fifteen years my senior. Neither of us had the courage at the time to ask each other out, but one thing that didn’t help was how oblivious he was to people crushing on him. I had dropped clues, inadvertently of course, but he was a thick as a brick and didn’t even notice that I liked him. I was certainly not the first girl who had fallen for him, but I also wasn’t the first girl he had fallen for. Like me, they were all missed opportunities, opportunities he would never get back. He had held back with every one of them, just like me. We were afraid of rejection and that fear prevented us from acting.

After we finished our assignment we kept in touch and went for the occasional treat, mostly frozen yogurt, but sometimes we’d grab a coffee if was early in the morning. And yogurt and coffee turned into lunches at cafes, dinners and movies and before I knew it, we had moved in together.


“Hey Alcander,” greeted Matt, one of his friends, “Glad you could make it. Did Grace make a fuss?”

Alcander laughed, “She never does, why?”

Matt shrugged, “Liz always does when I want to ‘spend time with the guys.’ I don’t know why, but it’s a huge deal to her. I’d trade her for Grace any day.”

Alcander smirked, but said nothing.

“Hey guys, sorry I’m late, is David here yet?” asked Luca breathless.

“It’s my party…so yeah, I’m here,” said David unimpressed.

“Sorry, Lily hid my keys,” Luca apologized again.

“Sure she didn’t just eat them,” joked Matt.

Luca stared at him in horror, “That’s not funny! Lily could choke if she did that.”

“Dude, we’re joking,” said David, “God, if Emily started eating my keys…I’d have a heart attack.”

“Makes you feel kinda old doesn’t it?” Ryan said to Alcander.

Alcander nodded, “Everyone has kids now…”

“Yeah, ‘cept you and me,” nodded Ryan.

“Yeah,” agreed Alcander.

“You’re not missing out on anything,” reassured David dryly.

“So, speaking ‘bout families and stuff, Alcander, you’re the only ‘single’ one left. I mean after tonight or whatever, David’s no longer a bachelor. When you gonna pop the question?” asked Ryan.

The question caught Alcander off guard.

“Sorry? I—um I haven’t really thought about it,” answered Alcander.

“Dude, just ask her, it’s not hard,” pressured Luca, “I mean you just buy a nice ring, take her to a nice place for dinner and ask her.”

“It’s not as easy as you make it sound,” muttered Alcander.

“It really is,” assured David, “I’m pretty sure she wants to.”

Alcander made a face, “Can we talk about something else?”


Alcander came home close to four in the morning. I rolled over at the sound of him tiptoeing into the bedroom.

“Hi babe, sorry, did I wake you?” apologized Alcander in a whisper.

I shook my head and reached out for him, “Why were you out so late? Or well I guess now it’s like early right?”

Alcander came over and kissed me on the forehead, “I’m gonna wash up first. I’ll tell you about it later.”

I nodded and stuffed my face back into a pillow. It didn’t take long for Alcander to return.

“Don’t do that,” Alcander laughed softly, slipping into bed, “You’ll suffocate yourself.”

“No I won’t,” I returned, muffled by the pillow.

Alcander slid his hand around my waist and pulled me up against him, “We spent most of the night drinking and talking and playing poker.”

“No hookers?” I teased.

Alcander gave me a dirty look, “I wouldn’t have gone if there were.”

I looked at him affectionately and snuggled up against his chest, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” said Alcander worriedly.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, sensing the tension in his tone.

“Just…they guys were…well I’m the last single guy,” expressed Alcander rather brokenly.

“And?” I asked impatiently.

“Well, I’m feeling a bit you know stressed out and pressured that I should…propose soon,” said Alcander awkwardly.

“That’s it?” I asked blankly.

“That’s it? What do you mean by that’s it?! Do you have any idea how stressful that is for me?” asked Alcander incredulous.

“Do you even know what stress means? I have the freaking LSAT and my road test coming up!” I exclaimed.

“You’ll do fine on them. You’re smart, I know that you will do well,” reassured Alcander.

“That’s not the point,” I insisted.

“Relax, you’ll be okay. The road test really isn’t as hard as you think it’s gonna be,” said Alcander.

“What do you know about that?” I muttered, “You used to be a driving instructor.”

“Babe, I’ve seen you drive, you’re not that bad!” insisted Alcander.

“Ok…I’ll give you that, but the LSAT! You’ve never done that so don’t tell me that isn’t stressful!” I said on the verge of exploding.

“I’m not gonna say that isn’t stressful, but can you understand where I’m coming from?” pleaded Alcander.

I sighed, “You know what. I don’t even care if you propose now or five years down the road. We’ve already been together for five years. Nothing’s gonna change. We’re already living together, nothing’s gonna change.”

“Really?” asked Alcander biting his lip cutely.

“Yes really,” I smiled, kissing his chin.

Alcander smiled, “Thanks babe. Look, if you need to vent about the LSAT, let me know. If you need a study buddy, just ask.”

I smiled again and fell asleep in his arms.

Prompt: Be inspired by a dream or nightmare


“Love me when I least deserve it, because that’s when I really need it.”-Swedish proverb-

A Dream

Give up!
Give up!
Abort while I still can!

Let the stress sink in
Let the adrenaline rush by
Let the endorphins and seratonin and dopamine flow through

I will never be more uptight than now
I’m sorry I bit off your head


我的心 (My Heart)

Prompt: Create something reflective of your cultural heritage
Warning: I am not fluent in Chinese, the grammar in these sentences may be completely off. BTW I did not write the English and then translate it, I did it the other way around, but I still suck >_<

我不可以對你說我的感覺 (I can’t tell you my feelings)
但是,沒有一天我不想你 (But there isn’t a day I don’t think about you)
我不可以做你的愛人 (I can never become your beloved)
因為你對我是個小孩子 (Because to you I am a child)
我也不可以離開你(And yet I can never leave you)
雖然你不明白我的心痛 (Although you can’t understand my heart ache)
我永遠愛你 (I will always love you)

Death’s Mistress

Title: Appearances  Artist: Kurtzan  Link:

Title: Appearances
Artist: Kurtzan

I never felt like I belonged. Like everyone else around me, I looked as though I was the same. We all wore the same mask, voted for the same political party, went to work, came home to our families. But that’s all they were, masks covering their honeyed words on venomous tongues.

Life is about fear and “man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask and he will tell you the truth.” Tonight we were given that opportunity.


“Did you hear, there’s like a new millionaire who moved into town?” gossiped Olivia

“Millionaire? I heard he was like a billionaire,” returned Lily Anne.

“Whatever, same difference,” said Olivia, rolling her eyes.

“Yeah, ok, you’re right, he’s gonna totally be my husband,” laughed Lily Anne.

“Nuh-uh, he’s mine!” Olivia argued.

“What? You were invited too?!” asked Lily Anne.

“Of course!” returned Olivia.

“I’m pretty sure he invited the whole town,” said Logan passing by.

“Shut up!” exclaimed the girls hotly.

Logan chuckled and walked away.

“Is that true?” asked Lily Anne biting her lip, “Did he really invite the whole town?”

“I don’t know,” replied Olivia worriedly, “I mean our town is only 250 people, but that’s a lot of people to be in one house at one time. Like the only time that ever happens is at weddings.”

“He must be really rich then,” said Lily Anne.

“Yeah, I know what we can do! You know how we were saying we were like bored? Well we can go around and ask to see how many people are going to this and try to convince them not to go! That way we like increase our chances that we’ll be the one he marries!” suggested Olivia.

“OMG! That is like a totally great idea!” squealed Lily Anne.


“Is there a point to go to tonight’s party?” asked my mother quietly.

“Jeannie, we hardly ever get out anymore. It will be a good experience for Sophia,” said my father.

“That’s true…but I would much rather Sophia get her experience from being in the city rather than living her life entirely in a small town being a wife to a farmer or blacksmith. I want her to have aspirations beyond this town,” sighed Jeannie.

“I know, sweetie, but we have to let Sophia do what she wants. She’s 18 and her life is no longer in our hands,” said Nathan.

“Alright…I suppose that’s true,” relented Jeannie.

“Sophia, come here please, your mother and I would like to discuss something with you,” called Nathan.

“What is it dad?” I asked.

“Are you going to the party hosted by Dæmon Austen?” asked Jeannie.

“I was planning to,” I said, “Did you guys have other plans?”

“No,” said Nathan quickly, “Not at all, just wondering is all. Do you have everything you need for the party? Should we make a quick trip into the city to buy anything?”

“Well I have that dress grandma bought for me last year that I could wear. And I think I still have the mask that we bought in Venice three years ago, but I’m not sure that the mask and dress match…” I asnswered

“That dress grandma bought for you is a little…dated. I would prefer you bought something newer, nicer to match the mask, what colour was that again?” asked Jeannie.

“Blue,” I answered.

“That seems a bit juvenile,” commented Jeannie, “Let me lend you my black and gold mask.”

“What will you wear then mom?” I asked.

“I don’t plan on going,” said Jeannie plainly.

“But for a dress to match that…” I said trailing off.

“I’m sure we have enough to buy you one,” said Nathan firmly.

“Alright,” I said frowning.


It was the day of the masquerade ball. My mother had spent two hours helping me dress and another three and a half hours doing my hair and makeup before I could be considered presentable.

“How do I look?” I asked.

“Like a Victorian,” admitted Jeannie.

“Was that you intention?” I asked.

“That’s the only way you should look wearing a mask like that,” returned Jeannie, “Other girls tonight will dress…less than conservatively…he will not notice them.”

“How can you possibly know that mom?” I asked.

“I’ve been to my fair share of parties and girls never change. They will be conservative in one sense and only one and that is in the amount of clothes they wear,” said Jeannie, sounding almost bitter.

I snickered, “How can you possibly know that I want him to notice me?”

“Isn’t that why girls go to parties in the first place?” asked Jeannie frowning.

I blushed, “Well usually it is, but I don’t even know Dæmon yet, so I can’t say that I want him to notice me…I mean if I don’t like him, I don’t want the attention…”

Jeannie nodded, “That’s true. Either way, let’s make you presentable just in case.”

I laughed, “I wasn’t presentable before?”

Jeannie laughed, “Well…you need some work is all.”

“Fine, fine,” I said, “Is it almost time to go?”

“What’s the rush?” teased Nathan, “He’s just next door.”

I rolled my eyes, “I don’t like to be ‘fashionably late.’ You know I hate being late for anything”

 “Alright, done,” said Jeannie, putting the last gem into my hair.

“Thanks mum! I’ll be home by midnight!” I exclaimed heading for the door.

“Don’t come home that early!” urged Nathan, “Maybe 2?”

Jeannie punched him, “She can come home when she wants.”

I smiled, “I’ll try not be a klutz when I get home tonight.”

Nathan chuckled, “Don’t worry about it, your mom and I will probably be out late too. We’re going into the city for dinner and a show.”

“Alright, drive safely. Call me if anything happens,” I said waving goodbye.

I was early, as usual, but the whole town was curious about Dæmon Austen and had showed up hours early. When I arrived, people were already inside mingling with one another. The older ladies wore full ball gowns and all the gentlemen wore suits, but the girls my age wore dresses short enough to qualify as a shirt.

“Welcome, do you have your invitation?” asked the doorman.

I handed it to him, looking around to see if there was anyone I knew that I could hang out with for the evening.

“Miss Sophia?” asked the doorman.

“Yes, that’s correct,” I returned.

“And your parents?” inquired the doorman.

“Unfortunately they had other plans for this evening and are regrettably unable to attend,” I answered.

“That is quite unfortunate indeed. However, we are very happy that you are able to attend,” welcomed the doorman, “Please come in, a formal dinner will be served shortly.”

I headed in looking for someone I might know under the vertical and horizontal masks, but it was impossible. I suppose that was partially the point, but frankly I was a bit scared and overwhelmed by the number of people in attendance. It wasn’t that I didn’t know anyone. It was impossible to live in such a small town and not know everyone, but to have them all hidden behind masks was unnerving.

“Hi,” I said to a boy in a vertical skull mask.

He smiled at me, “Evening, how do you do?”

“I’m good, yourself?” I asked, while wondering who I was talking to.

“Well, thank you. I am Dæmon Austen, welcome to my home,” he smiled.

“Mr. Austen, what a pleasure,” I said returning his smile and reaching out to shake his hand.

He grasped it firmly, “Miss Sophia is it?”

“Yes,” I said, trying to keep my voice even.

How did he know my name?

“It’s unfortunate that your parents could not attend. However, I believe we are neighbours and a dinner can be arranged,” commented Dæmon.

“Yes, that is so,” I nodded.

“I hope you are enjoying yourself. Dinner is about to be served, please head into the dining room and have a seat anywhere you’d like,” said Dæmon indicating to a door opposite us.

“Thank you, I hope we will have an opportunity to talk more later,” I said heading in that direction.

“As do I,” said Dæmon heading off in the opposite direction.

I entered the dining room to find it empty. I found that surprising as Dæmon stated that dinner would be starting soon. I made my way to one end of the table and took a seat. I contemplated removing my mask. It wouldn’t hinder my ability to eat; it just wasn’t the most comfortable thing to wear while eating though. I pondered it until the dining room filled up.

“Ladies and gentleman, a slight request,” started Dæmon, taking his place at the head of the table, “If you’d be so kind to remove your masks for dinner, it would be much appreciated.”

At the same time a hundred masks clattered against the dining room table. Dæmon smiled and took his seat.  Dinner came out on a million silver platters and everyone was too preoccupied with dinner to notice he didn’t remove his mask. Dæmon shot me a look out of the corner of his eye and slipped me a note under the table.

I’d like to see you after dinner if it’s not too improper.

I looked at him inquisitively, trying to read him.

“Hey Sophia!” exclaimed Lily Anne next to me, taking my attention away from Dæmon.

I gave him one last lingering look and turned to Lily Anne.

“Hi, how are you?” I returned, giving her a fake smile.

Lily Anne and her friend Olivia were the town gossips. Everyone knew that they had no skills other than manipulation. They were very well suited for the media. All they needed was to open their mouth and have an outlet to publish it on. They didn’t need evidence. Sure, one could sue for libel or inaccuracy, but that didn’t matter, they would just apologize and do it again.

“I didn’t expect you to come,” sneered Lily Anne, “You always act like you’re above parties. Like you never come to ours.”

“Not attending the parties you and Olivia throw is not an accurate determinant of whether or not I show up to this one,” I returned.

“What?” asked Olivia and Lily Anne genuinely confused.

“What does that mean?” Olivia whispered to Lily Anne.

“I don’t know,” returned Lily Anne frowning, “But obviously it was an insult, so we gotta defend ourselves. I mean our future husband hear that we gotta make him think we can fight for ourselves against that stupid bookworm.”

“For your information our parties are totally awesome!” exclaimed Olivia hotly.

“Uh…” I said unsure how to respond, “Ok…”

“Nice job!” exclaimed Lily Anne under her breath, “You made her speechless, that’s like a good thing right?”

“Yeah, totally,” agreed Olivia.

I turned to someone else and started a conversation with them instead. I had no idea what to say to the two of them anymore. It was clear they were to dim-witted to appropriately respond or insult me back.

Dinner lasted for about three hours and afterwards the guests returned to the ballroom to dance and continue mingling. No one noticed that Dæmon or myself did not return.

“Miss Sophia, though we have not spoken much, I feel as though you and I could get along very well. I hope that we can be friends and get to know each other better,” began Dæmon.

“This is an odd way to express it,” I said.

“How do most people do it?” asked Dæmon innocently.

“They don’t ask to be friends, they just hang out with one another until a relationship develops,” I explained.

“Really?” frowned Dæmon.

I nodded, “Is this how you’ve made friends your whole life?”

“I’ve never had any friends,” admitted Dæmon.

“Well this may come across as rude, but I don’t mean it to be. I’m not surprised. If you’ve been trying to make friends in this way, no one would automatically gravitate towards being friends with you,” I said.

Dæmon laughed, “No one’s ever had the nerve to tell me otherwise, so thank you. I hope that I will be able to make friends in the future based on your advice.”

I smiled, “I’m sorry, I would stay longer, but it’s getting late and I ought to be home.”

“We’ve barely talked, will you come tomorrow for dinner with your parents? I would very much like to meet them,” said Dæmon.

“I will talk to them. Shall I call you with my answer?” I asked.

“No need. We are neighbours after all. You may leave a message with my doorman,” said Dæmon, “It was good to meet you Miss Sophia. Good night.”


Many years had passed since I had met Dæmon. From the time of our awkward confrontation until now, he had made many friends. He always had had the manners and suave to sweet talk people, but with a less direct approach he was able to maintain his friendships.

He must have been raised under different circumstances than everyone else because it was a shock for him to be asked out by girls. But the girls in our town went a step further than that. Girls like Olivia and Lily Anne had no problem proposing to him and did so on every available occasion.

Like the gentleman he was, he always politely refused.

“Soph,” called Dæmon as I was heading out one day.

“What is it?” I returned, stopping before my car.

“Are you busy tonight?” he called.

“No, did you have something in mind?” I asked.

“Dinner?” he called back.

“Sure,” I shrugged, “What time?”

“The usual,” was his reply.

“Your place or mine?” I asked.

“Neither, can you be home a half hour before?” he said.

“Sure, we’re going out? What’s the occasion?” I asked.

“You’ll see,”


It was the first time we had had dinner together alone. Usually it was with my parents or one of his relatives, but today, it was just the two of us.

“Soph, I know you’ve never considered me as marriage material,” started Dæmon.

“Says who?” I interrupted.

“I—um, I just assumed since we never formally declared our relationship past friends,” said Dæmon embarrassed.

“Do you remember what I told you when we first met?” I demanded.

Dæmon laughed, “Of course, we don’t need to declare…oh…I see what you’re saying.”

“I’ve always considered you more than a friend,” I said tenderly.

“As have I,” returned Dæmon, “So I hope that this proposal does not come as a shock.”

“Can I pretend to be shocked?” I teased.

“There’s no reason you can’t be,” smiled Dæmon, opening up a ring box.

Nestled in the plush red velvet was a platinum ring set with a solitary black diamond.

 I smirked, “I should have expected something as unconventional as this from you.”

“Do you dislike it?” asked Dæmon, a hint of concern crept into his voice.

I pretended to think, making him suffer a while longer.

“Soph, you’re killing me,” said Dæmon, bordering on whiny.

“Dæmon, I though you said you were in another relationship,” I said, remembering a girl he had brought to dinner once.

“Well…I am…sorta,” admitted Dæmon, “But it’s complicated.”

“I have all night,” I said, getting comfortable.

“I’m sure you’ve heard all these stories about how so and so met Death on the road and stuff,” started Dæmon.

“Oh brother,” I sighed.

“No, Soph, listen. They’re true. It was all me,” said Dæmon in a hushed whisper.

“What?!” I exclaimed, nearly knocking over my water.

“Shh, not so loud,” said Dæmon looking around to make sure no one had heard my outburst.

“How can you be Death? Wouldn’t I be dead by now?” I whispered back.

“I don’t kill everything I touched,” retorted Dæmon.

“Sorry, I just assumed…” I said embarrassed.

“I want to marry you Soph,” said Dæmon

“How many others have you said that to?” I asked, a hint of jealousy beginning to dominate.

“About six,” admitted Dæmon.

“Did they all say yes?” I asked astonished.

“Yes,” said Dæmon.

“Am I just going to be another wife in your collection?” I said, almost accusingly.

“You are not going to be just another part of my collection and neither are they. You’ve met them, you’ve seen their devotion,” said Dæmon almost begging me.

“I’ve…met them?” I asked surprised yet again.

“My ‘sisters’ and ‘cousins,’” nodded Dæmon.

“How was I so dumb not to notice?” I groaned.

“I kept a very good blindfold on you,” said Dæmon.

“Dæmon…I…need some time to think about this. I grew up in a world that doesn’t condone polygamy…I don’t know if I can accept this living arrangement, I don’t know if I can share,” I said finally.

“Soph, I’m asking you tonight because tomorrow you die. I can see your lifespan. Tonight is your last night,” said Dæmon.

“What?! How?!” I blurted out.

Dæmon shrugged, “Do you want to wait and find out? Could be painful.”

I winced, he knew how pain affected me.

“You could spend the rest of forever with me, not to be clichéd or anything,” said Dæmon.

“What have my parents said to this?” I asked, “Have you asked them?”

Dæmon nodded, “Of course. They provided their blessing and consent on the condition that you consented.”

I nodded, “I…love you. There’s no question about that. But sharing you? I don’t know still.”

“Come with me, let me introduce you to my wives. You’ll like them. They’re not so different from you,” said Dæmon taking my hand and leading me from the restaurant.


I was never one for showy, but it was my wedding day and Dæmon spared no expense. The entire town and then some were invited. And of course his six wives. He had been right; I bonded with them immediately. It didn’t seem odd to share, at least not with them.

I got to relish the annoyance of Olivia and Lily Anne, but it didn’t matter anymore. I was dead. I had been dead for over three weeks. I was just a living corpse barely animated by electrical impulses and chemical reactions to go through a ceremony for the sake of my parents. Dæmon had told my parents we would be moving to the big city soon after, so my parents wanted to have a wedding as a sort of goodbye party as well.

“Congratulations,” said Olivia without any sincerity.

“I’m surprised you came,” I returned snarkily.

“Wouldn’t miss the chance to object,” sneered Olivia.

“Too bad you can’t,” I laughed walking away to join Dæmon’s other wives.

“Sophia, you look gorgeous,” said Abigail, his first wife.

I gave her a small smile, “All of you look gorgeous all the time.”

“It comes with time,” reassured Charlotte, his most recent wife.

“I hope so,” I laughed nervously.


A year had passed and not much had changed. I had learned to live peacefully with Dæmon’s other wives and kids. He was right; it wasn’t any different than being married to one man. Dæmon was always fair, splitting his time between each of us and made the most of our time together. I never thought I could be happy, but I was. He was just as affectionate to me as he was to Abigail and Charlotte, Violetta and Arianna, and Michaela and Elizabeth.

“Beth, Abby, do you mind staying with Sophia? She’s gone into labour and I’ve got to get everything ready for when she does give birth. Just calm her down, she’s not good with pain and there’s a lot of pain coming,” called Dæmon running by.

Both women nodded and flew up to my room.

“Sophia, you have to relax. This is no like anything you’ve ever experienced. The child is not human and possesses superhuman strength. You need to relax otherwise you’ll be in more pain than you need to be,” said Abigail kneeling at my side.

“I’m trying,” I said, trying to regulate my breathing.

“I know it’s hard,” reassured Elizabeth, “Just follow my lead. I’ll set out a beat for you follow. I found that it helps when you’re panicking.”

I nodded and tried to follow her lead, but when the contractions began I completely forgot myself and everything Elizabeth had told me.

“Sophia! Calm down!” said Abigail firmly.

“Mmm,” I said hyperventilating.

“How is she doing?” asked Charlotte, peeking in.

“Not good, get Dæmon,” ordered Abigail.

Charlotte nodded and dashed off to find him.

“Charlotte?” asked Dæmon looking up confused.

“Sophia’s already panicking and they’re just contractions…nothing’s actually happening yet,” explained Charlotte.

“Get the others, I’ll be there as soon as preparations are complete,” ordered Dæmon.

Charlotte nodded and ran out grabbing the other women before returning to my room.

“How is she?” asked Charlotte sinking down next to me.

“Not good, her heart rate is unbelievably high,” said Elizabeth.

“Will she make it?” asked Violetta.

Abigail shook her head, “It’s hard to tell right now. Only Dæmon knows. Where is he?”

“He’s finishing up with the preparations. He said he’ll be here once he’s finished,” repeated Charlotte.

“What’s going on?” asked Dæmon flying into the room.

“Sophia doesn’t look like she’ll last,” said Abigail dryly.

Charlotte, Abigail and Elizabeth moved to make room for Dæmon who sank down next to me.

“Soph, you need to calm down…I’m here, everything’s going to be okay,” said Dæmon quietly.

“Dæmon?” I whispered.

He grasped my hand firmly, “Breathe.”

He squeezed my hand creating a beat like Elizabeth had done for me earlier. I concentrated on it trying to regulate my breathing again. It turned out that Dæmon squeezed harder and caused more pain than the contractions and in that way it helped me through it.

“Well done,” smiled Dæmon, picking up the child.

“A boy,” whispered his wives in hushed tones.

I smiled weakly and collapsed on the bed.

Just Another Day

Prompt: make the ordinary extraordinary

I can try and try
But it will never be enough

I can think and think
But it will get me nowhere

I can look and look
But never find you

I see the world as it really was
As it really is

I see the world through a rose-coloured glass
As it really is

The ordinary is so ordinary
That we don’t bother to look
To try
To think
Or to feel

People are born
And people die
Everything is ordinary
Until it happens to you

A person is just a stranger
Until they are your child
Until they are your friend

Nothing matters
Until I try
Until I think
Until I look
And until I feel

And love is just another hopeless fantasy
A dream
Pathetic and desperate
Until you fall in love

A poet is a worthless idealist
Until you meet her

And a sonnet hurts most
When you realize your love is unrequited

Life is objective
And subjective
Life is ordinary
And extraordinary

This is a boring
And a cheater’s way
To show the brightness of each of our days
Are just daily occurrences
Until it happens to you

Nothing and no one is extraordinary
Until you accord it that honour

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