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I shake the most when I've never felt stiller than a mountain of laundry flattered by the detachment of fastening my jacket before dying feigns the sheets wonder of bed life like before the linen shelf was filed or lightheaded domination died in the drying of people as special as you're making my feeling like a car salesman in a Plato costume we're seeing through and through seeing the bonafide fibers and stupid gold chains of the softest names for real hardness parting reigns so we're black horses waving back to tunnel ending strangers so like life that the translucence is sucking death off our shadow for new grossness's beginning fresh as baby's supernova so murmurous of the purpose poised in my superfluous point of speaking from the peak of Whateverest that I bet nothing ever better than a wet bone to gnaw was never left alone to press bare paw right against the raw stone so I let her know it's a dog feeling patience like panacea is knowing the weather and when to be or not to be alone because sometimes you never know that you're so damn close to the overflow of being better known by a person saving seats with lilt hubris but lovingly still checking the prior phrasing of yes this seat is technically occupied while you stand by dripping mechanically like holy shit stopping everything
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For :iconpaulstagg: :heart: :tighthug: :love:

Initial sketch in pencil, then coloured in photoshop.

2010 Janice Duke
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You're irresistible
You're unpredictable
You're seductive
You're restrictive

I'm original
I'm invisible
I'm repulsive
I'm destructive

I know
This love will never be
I know
That you won't look at me
I want to be
Your one and only
I don't wanna be
That one who's lonely
I want to be
The one with you
I don't wanna be
The one who's blue

I know this story
Faith is running short
Hope is disillusionary
Down to my last resort

I know I'll try
I'll look you in the eye
I know you'll deny
I'll end in my cry

I know
This love will never be
I know
That you won't look at me
I want to be
Your one and only
I don't wanna be
That one who's lonely
I want to be
The one with you
I don't wanna be
The one who's blue
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Wanted to make a short one
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Full title: 'Pushing Boundaries - Push The Envelope; or, A Short History of Art'
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Work following on from

2010 Janice Duke
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This time, it's Star Wars... Went a little too crazy with the permanent marker. :shrug:

Bounty Hunters
easy to see
unarmed
undoubtedly monitoring
reach for either
born rich
relay
"message received"

succeeded to assent
approaching daylight
orange sun
must not see them
rapidly wish to report
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With breakfast set hastily on the end table, Mias' eyes scanned the bedroom and in to the washroom through the open door; both were empty.

"Elle?"

He was quite sure by this time that he would not receive a reply, but it helped to temporarily sooth his temper in a way that he could not understand. Perhaps she was playing a game. It was something in hearing her name; it invoked pleasant thoughts of her face that he could not repress.

"Where are you, my pet?" The amusement was fading quickly, "Elle."

Now stepping across the room slowly, Mias called out to Elle a few more times as he leaned in to give the washroom a more thorough visual inspection. Each step he made with caution, not knowing entirely what to expect. It was hard to contain his amusement when he saw the discarded wet towels on the floor, yet he was also disappointed that he had missed out on a delicious opportunity.

But, there was no sign of Elle anywhere. He could feel his blood starting to boil, his cheeks burning red visible evidence of the anger starting to take control. In an instant, the mirror on the vanity had cracked in half inside the frame.

It seemed completely impossible to Mias that Elle – or any woman ever- would wish to run away from him. Though she had been brought against her will to begin with, had he not been kind, even affectionate to her? Of course he had! He could not comprehend the situation, so he was trying his very convince himself otherwise. Perhaps he had forgotten to lock the door behind him on his last visit to her and she had wandered off somewhere in the castle. It was the answer he chose to stick with as he examined the wardrobe, until the warm morning breeze brushed over his cheek.

He figured the balcony doors must have been left open, but when he turned he noticed something that pushed aside his nonchalant attitude towards the balcony. The sheets from the bed were missing.

"Curious." What could Elle have possibly wanted with sheets while wondering about the castle?

Going to close the door that was ajar, allowing the irritating bursts of wind inside, Mias paused. Hand steady on the door handle, he peered through a part in the curtain, out on to the balcony. There was his answer, tied to the opposite door were the sheets fashioned as a rope tossed over the stone balustrade.

Mias' eye twitched slightly, the brass door handle oozing through the cracked between the fingers of his tightly clenched fist. The glass on the doors started to crack, the realization setting in, as well as a slight humiliation that he had been so carried away and trusting in his naïve thoughts. It was that little creature; she had such a way of crawling under your skin, and he hated the way that it made him feel. The door handle was now a disc of warped brass on the floor and Mias was just digging his nails into the palm of his hand. The glass cracked even more.

With nothing left to grab hold of, Mias hooked his fingers around the edge of the door and flung it open. Mias moved so quickly to the edge it appeared as if his feet had not even budged, and he grabbed hold of the rail with both hands to lean out. His eyes scanned the distance carefully for any sign of her, his anger easing as he focused is strength into his vision.

"Elle?" His voice echoed out across the land, and that's when he saw it.

A small figure in the distance stopped just at the edge of the forest. It stopped its forward motion, but made no other visible movement. As far away as it was, Mias knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that it was Elle. She had gotten incredibly far in such a short amount of time, so she must have been exhausted after cover the great distance. He took the time to watch her as she did the smart thing and stood still.

The sun's position indicated that it was very close to noon; not nearly enough time for her to make it through to the other side of the woods before the twilight would set in. No matter how desperate she may be to escape – though that he could not understand to be a possibility – it was incredibly foolish for her to even think of trying so late in the day, especially alone. His eyes watched her intently, like a wild cat; he was prepared to pounce the moment she made any movement. It terrified him to think of all of the things lying in wait for the darkness to fall and take away what was rightfully his; he would not allow such a thing to happen. He had worked much too hard to have her taken away.

"Elle!" He called out to her, instead of at her, this time.

He waited a moment, but it was a bad move, as Elle did exactly the opposite of what he hoped. She sprinted the remaining distance between herself and the edge of the forest, a good fifty feet. Mortar crumbled under Mias' grip, he bore his teeth and his lips formed the word "no". His grip loosened slightly when she stopped, but only slightly. What kind of demented game was she playing with him? If it was a game, he was not at all amused, and again the mortar began to crumble.

"Don't you dare…" He growled under his breath, willing Elle to hear his voice and feel his anger; the glass continued to crack.

Elle turned to face the castle, if she had not been so far away, Mias would have been sure that she was staring directly at him. This was good; he lowered his hands to his sides and allowed himself to smile. She would most certainly be punished for this, but he was glad that she wasn't entirely stupid.

For several moments they had what could only be described as a long-distance staring contest. Elle stood perfectly still, only her hair moved as it fluttered in the wind every so often. Mias stared right back, leaning on the balcony, prepared to act if she made any movement. The thoughts that could have been going on inside her head was all that he himself could think about as he waited for her to make her next move. It was agonising waiting like this, but she held all of the cards in her hands. If he left to go after her, she could head in any which direction and it would be far too easy to lose track of her. On the other hand, the waiting was giving her more and more opportunity to plot.

"Elle!"

She took a step backwards, bringing herself even closer to the edge of the forest. Mias did not know what came over him, but his arm shot out towards her, as if he was reaching out to her, but the movement was entirely involuntary. What was coming over him? He could not figure it out, and could not give it much time because in the blink of an eye, Elle had turned around and started headlong into the woods.

"NO!"

Mias was surrounded by flying shards of broken glass as the doors exploded behind him.


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It had been such an uncomfortable moment, watching him as he watched her right back. Why was he not following her, and why did he keep calling out to her so adamantly? She did not take the time to find out; not knowing what kind of trick it could have been that he was playing on her. Quite fed up with Mias' games, all she wanted to do was get away, and she was quite determined to accomplish this.

As the branches and thorns of the closely knit trees and shrubs did a number on her exposed arms as she ran through the forest, somewhere behind her she heard Mias screaming followed by an explosion of what sounded like glass.

Don't look back.

Her lungs were burning and the forest foliage felt like daggers against her bare feet, but she had come too far. Pushing herself harder, she kept going, but she really was not sure how much longer she would be able to keep it up. Every part of her body was screaming to stop, but her mind kept urging her onward; she felt so conflicted internally.

She ran for what felt like hours, and when she finally looked back over her shoulder, she could see nothing but forest. It was so dense that, though light did pour through to give enough light, she could barely even see the sky. A cough seized her aching lungs and she had to stop.

"I-I…I c-ca-can't…"

Elle slumped into a tree, breathing heavily. Each inhale felt like needles to her insides, but her body was so desperate for oxygen that she could not control it. Her arms stung slightly and itched from all of the minor surface abrasions, but her feet were burning and throbbing painfully. Concerned as to what she could have stepped on, the tried but was too drained to attempt the stretch that was required to view the soles of her feet.

She slid awkwardly to the ground, the bark of the tree catching and pulling at her cotton t-shirt. Taking the time to look around, she notices something that she had not before, not a single plant or tree looked remotely familiar. How was this possible? Granted, she was no expert, but how far could she possibly be from home for the entire ecosystem to have completely unfamiliar life?

There I go, scaring myself again… Ow!

The more she rested, the more the pounding of the blood pumping through her feet became noticeable and increasingly painful. When she tried to pull her foot up into view, but her leg muscles simultaneously went into spasm, making her release her foot and let it crash into the rotting leaves. A frustrated growl rumbled past her lips and she let her head fall back against the tree. Her feet hurt, her throat was raw, and the bark of the tree was scratching at the back of her skull, but it was more comfortable than running.

Time seemed to slip through her fingers as she stared up at the canopy high above her. Had she not been running for what now may possibly be her life, she would want to stay here forever; it was absolutely beautiful.

A rustle and snap of foliage from behind her sent her nearly taped out adrenaline pumping. Had she been resting so long that Mias had been able to catch up to her so soon? She held her breath and scrambled to her feet as quickly as possible, it hurt, but she could not let him catch her. She made to run, but ran into something soft, but large and incredibly steady, knocking her backwards onto her behind. It felt like running into a tree, but that was not possible, she knew that there was not a tree there before.

"Oh!" A soft male voice exclaimed, "I'm terribly sorry."

Thank god, it's not Mias! Oh, my head!

"N-no, it's my fault," Elle muttered with fingered pressed against her sore temple.

"Here," His chuckle was light and cheerful. "I'm rather clumsy."

In the blur she saw a somewhat dark hand reach out to her, and she took it. It was a firm grip from a very strange hand, but she was grateful for the assistance, and to see another face – in a manner of speaking. If she was lucky, this man could help her to a phone to call the police.

"T-thank-you…" Her words trailed off as she had to crane her head back just to see his face.

Elle removed that hand on her face to get a more clear view of the incredibly tall figure; immediately she wished that she had not.

Not only was he over a head taller than her and dressed in what can only be described as a tunic, he was disturbingly hairy in the strangest of places. That was only the tip of the iceberg. Though his face was devastatingly adorable, long brown hair and large happy eyes, it was what topped it all off –literally- that made her lose grip on self and reality; antlers.

"A-ah… What?"

"Are you alright, miss?"

Elle's eyes practically bulged out of her head before they rolled into the back of it. Her body went lip and the poor, confused stag barely had time to react before she fell forward into him.

"Oh my."
Yay! Look at how early this is!

I can't think of anything to say... it's longer! Hope I didn't mess it up...

Everyone belongs to the wonderful :iconstressedjenny:
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you stood in the doorway, damp orange light falling across your skin, black hoodie falling from your shoulders gently, hair a mess - and you were all but perfect. you stood, leaning against the door frame a little too drunk, and smiled at me. it was that kind of smile that i knew meant more than it should have, the one i have seen too many times since - the kind of smile that meant something. i'd like to tell myself it meant the world - that when, for the first time in a year, our eyes met and you told me something that wasn't a lie - the stars had aligned or the universe corrected itself - but i know that's not true.

we kissed that night, the alley way beside your house. you ran your hand along my legs, along my ripped tights, and i could feel your heartbeat under the sleeve of the shirt i had always loved. you stared at me, face relaxed, and told me that you had wanted that for a year.
sometimes, i think i have too.

my heart didn't explode though, and my knees didn't shudder underneath me -
because it's not the same as last time, is it? i spent years convincing myself to hate you - and now you're begging me to love you. this is acceptance in love, absence of loneliness, and shudder of known imperfection down my spine. this is me more afraid than i have ever been, me doing things i have told myself i never would again, me letting you in, me enabling you to hurt me. again.
and this,
after all these months -
all the tears and the lonely nights, grief and depression, all of the horrible words and the other boys, after all of the pain and the regret and the release -
this is me, preparing for it again.

but you know what? maybe i'm okay with that. because you make me happier than anyone in the world, and the warmth of your skin against mine in the middle of the night sometimes feels like it justifies everything we've ever done.
oh deary me.
sorry for my absence recently, been very busy with school and this and that and whatever
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another time you've looked through my pulse
deaf to the shrieking of vital failing
only my song has the stealth to slip by you
no vacancy near your balance
and I'm sorry.

elastic reaches and falling short
distance chills my pleas
released all warmth and
the wraith of allure.

your insouciance drips
down my spine. crawling
and aching
and breaking.
Nausea.
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