[Sondra's Scraps] And Because It Is My Heart

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The Heart In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, Who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands, And ate of it. I said, "Is it good, friend?" "It is bitter - bitter," he answered; "But I like it Because it is bitter, And because it is my heart. Stephen Crane ~*~

Manifesto This is a collage of Sondra inspiration and ideas. Feel free to comment, I love suggestions and observations, but no spamming or "firsts" please.

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Stephen Crane FTW. I knew there was a reason we were friends ^_~

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Jeffers

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Avanthal and Better Days I went because I was told, because I believed such a dreadful gift could not be given without reason, because I was eager to be infinitely far away. Grandmother spoke of a man who wanted my service. It was my call, she announced, and my fair aunts nodded at this word. I found a frozen earth, evening skies so near and bright it was painful, rivers I couldn't bear, air that hurt to breathe. When I took Gregoire's hand, all I saw was a childish slight to his sister. He was warm to the touch, radiating summer. I was given a seat at a table, wrapped in furs, offered adornment. They called me the white witch with awe and dread. When I spoke, men listened, so I did not speak often. When I walked beside Gregoire, he supported my arm. He gave me gloves on the anniversaries of my arrival. He bore my ill tidings with wisdom. His mother sat with me in the evening and his sisters braided my hair. They told me the moon I was born under promised me to this place. Eunoe said she foresaw him loving me forever. I thought he whispered it once. The next time someone says "forever", I'm going to punch them in the face.

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(Won't embed, but worth watching/ listening. Evokes some of the unease Sondra feels about the visions in the glass) Black Mirror After rigorous and unpleasant experimentation with all manner of fortune telling under her Grandmother, Sondra discovered she didn't have much skill for the friendlier modes of telling fortunes. No crystal ball, decorative cards or sweet smelling tea, Sondra found her talent lay in mirror scrying. The black mirror was a dreadful thing with its visions that floated in the dark. Some were grisly and some were just strange, making the young Sondra feel hollow. Even into adulthood, Sondra has an uneasy relationship with her black mirror and frequently pretends to be a palmist. It is usually hidden somewhere, face down so she doesn't have to look into its empty expanse.

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"Oh, I'm not the man you think I am
I'm not the man you think I am


And Sorrow's native son
He will not rise for anyone


And Pretty Girls Make Graves
Oh really ?
Oh ...


I could have been wild and I could have
Been free
But Nature played this trick on me."

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Shorn, long, kohl, plain, blush wan.

The days have passed without concern of either.

Here, gone.

Sell the tresses, trade the dresses, dissolve the name.

K'Sondra Kore, heard of her?

No, but you'll do all the same.

The pride of indistinction, the victory of the plain

Is the ability to be interchanged.