FIRE IN THE WATER
08-25-2013, 04:18 PM
Some strangers you meet are unforgettable. They linger within the folds of your sleep, a small artifice burning in a crevice of your conscious that you weren't even aware you had. They breathe and thrive as a living organism feeding off your memory, using their teeth to pinch your conscious as an attempt to provoke their images into your head, begging to be thought about, coercing you to ponder their whereabouts or even miss their faces. Whether you can help it or not, you're helpless, miserable with their psychological whims as they play with emotions that aren't easily recognized in the mortal world. And Karmen Roe had a tendency to be unforgettable. An addictive personality: a cocktail of spiced charm and subtle wickedness. A plump, lambent moon sat just above the horizon, threading a silver gossamer on the silhouettes of trees and producing a pale phosphorescence on the half-moon basins of water. Karmen slithered her way through the dense pockets of forestry and stumbled across the gem a few nights ago, and ever since had been temporarily infatuated with the remedy qualities of the steam-ladled pools. The smooth, pearlescent stones beneath her tiny feet were slick with condensation as she made her way down the slopes, a look of relaxation be stilled her face, her eyes alive with an unintelligible fire as she sought out the tranquility and curative properties of her magical ponds. As she met the waters edge, she paused briefly, picking up her delicate face to analyze her fugitive territory: shadows clotted the foliage, and no breeze brought her the scents of invading strangers. But who could blame them? A dainty, golden thing like Karmen all alone? It was borderline inviting. A breathless sigh escaped her lips as she closed her eyes and gave into the temptation of the warm water and the roar of the falls. Because when it comes to temptation, Karmen knows best. talking to you |