Written By Denica
Aug. 21, 2017, 12:15 p.m.(1/23/1007 AR)
( Done carefully in inks. An image of hostess and host.
Princess Eleyna sitting to the right, tilted slightly in her seat to consider the viewer. Icy eyes, a hint of searing fire in that charming smile. Elegant, poised. Although with an interesting serpentine elegance as though she may strike when it pleases. Never before. A goblet lifted toward her mouth that she never sips from. Her gown is touched with a hint of a violet watercolor wash for whatever reason.
To the left, Prince Talen, leaning forward with a maddening intensity to study a candelabra - his eyes are wide and dark beneath darker brows and the shadowed, sharp angles of his facial features. Fierce. As though he is prepared to tear out someone's throat. There is a goblet in one bare hand, and a taloned gauntlet that has been tossed into the center of the table. Tinted ruby red.
The border that surrounds the couple seems carefully drawn as an ornate frame with knots of inky snakes and clever black foxes. )
Princess Eleyna sitting to the right, tilted slightly in her seat to consider the viewer. Icy eyes, a hint of searing fire in that charming smile. Elegant, poised. Although with an interesting serpentine elegance as though she may strike when it pleases. Never before. A goblet lifted toward her mouth that she never sips from. Her gown is touched with a hint of a violet watercolor wash for whatever reason.
To the left, Prince Talen, leaning forward with a maddening intensity to study a candelabra - his eyes are wide and dark beneath darker brows and the shadowed, sharp angles of his facial features. Fierce. As though he is prepared to tear out someone's throat. There is a goblet in one bare hand, and a taloned gauntlet that has been tossed into the center of the table. Tinted ruby red.
The border that surrounds the couple seems carefully drawn as an ornate frame with knots of inky snakes and clever black foxes. )
Written By Denica
Aug. 20, 2017, 12:30 a.m.(1/20/1007 AR)
We thank the gods that be -
That we do not shed tears.
That we do not shed tears.
Written By Denica
Aug. 19, 2017, 5:21 p.m.(1/19/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Korka
Well, that didn't work out very well at all. My sincerest apologies.
Written By Denica
Aug. 18, 2017, 5:42 p.m.(1/17/1007 AR)
( A serene wintry landscape. Smooth empty sky, few clouds. The beach - sand or snow laid flat by sweeping wind - and when rendered in graphite it's all the same leaden gray. There is debris that has been scattered across the terrain. Dried seaweed. A sand dollar. Driftwood. A torn limb with frozen fingers outstretched. Attached to nothing, reaching out toward nothing. )
Written By Denica
Aug. 17, 2017, 5:01 p.m.(1/15/1007 AR)
Churn and turn in the widening Gyre -
It all falls apart, the center will not hold.
One singer cannot hear the choir.
The dark tides are loosened,
The rituals; the forgotten affliction.
The serpents that lacked all conviction,
save to snap and sink venom tipp'd fang
into itself - and ruined.
It all falls apart, the center will not hold.
One singer cannot hear the choir.
The dark tides are loosened,
The rituals; the forgotten affliction.
The serpents that lacked all conviction,
save to snap and sink venom tipp'd fang
into itself - and ruined.
Written By Denica
Aug. 16, 2017, 2:35 p.m.(1/13/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Darren
Dear Future Brother,
Cold does not bring character. Cold brings a poor balance to the humors that leads to shivering, confusion, and blue limbs. I shall be sending furs, not poisoned rum, with Donella up to the Great North. If she returns to Arx as a popsicle, you will need to anticipate that I will rain down mischief upon your person.
Always,
Princess Denica Thrax.
Cold does not bring character. Cold brings a poor balance to the humors that leads to shivering, confusion, and blue limbs. I shall be sending furs, not poisoned rum, with Donella up to the Great North. If she returns to Arx as a popsicle, you will need to anticipate that I will rain down mischief upon your person.
Always,
Princess Denica Thrax.
Written By Denica
Aug. 16, 2017, 10:37 a.m.(1/13/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Clover
Lady Clover.
( Snippets of hurried sketches, trying to capture the subject before the memory fades. A head bowed, deeply golden hair undimmed. Green eyes the new color of spring - then, no - green eyes the color of older green trees. Distracted. Focused. Smudged hands, agile and graceful. )
( Snippets of hurried sketches, trying to capture the subject before the memory fades. A head bowed, deeply golden hair undimmed. Green eyes the new color of spring - then, no - green eyes the color of older green trees. Distracted. Focused. Smudged hands, agile and graceful. )
Written By Denica
Aug. 15, 2017, 10:23 a.m.(1/10/1007 AR)
Trying new things with new people can create all sorts of opportunities.
I've known for some time the real reason some people resist trying new things and prefer routine is fear (what else) -- fear of the unknown. I generally find routine to be poisonous to my passion for life. Although, if pressed, I suppose there is benefit to routine. It supports discipline and promotes reliably.
Back to fears. There are many things of which I have no fear: I'm not afraid to fail. I'm not afraid to succeed. I'm not afraid to look foolish. I always try.
Back to trying new things. It requires courage to try something new. It keeps us from becoming bored, and new challenges are fun to take on. It forces us to grow and keep an open mind. And ... there's nothing more satisfying than shattering those delusions of the past.
Written By Denica
Aug. 14, 2017, 12:47 p.m.(1/9/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Christine
"Although I'm usually looking for books more than places..."
( Books like butterflies fly across the entry, pages ruffled. )
( Books like butterflies fly across the entry, pages ruffled. )
Written By Denica
Aug. 14, 2017, 12:44 p.m.(1/9/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Antonio
"Infuriating -is- interesting."
( The drowsing little graphite fox at the lower part of the page has woken and is sitting up, ears perked. )
( The drowsing little graphite fox at the lower part of the page has woken and is sitting up, ears perked. )
Written By Denica
Aug. 14, 2017, 11:40 a.m.(1/9/1007 AR)
Melee.
(It's a storm of competing images, and if it were heard it would be a cacophony. Various combatants are rendered in harsh and overly shaded charcoal, fighting against one another. No, it's not the tournament. It's a battlefield. They wield shards of broken glass - or mirror - as weapons. Everyone has empty eyes, except for the Mercies that are healing the fallen.)
(It's a storm of competing images, and if it were heard it would be a cacophony. Various combatants are rendered in harsh and overly shaded charcoal, fighting against one another. No, it's not the tournament. It's a battlefield. They wield shards of broken glass - or mirror - as weapons. Everyone has empty eyes, except for the Mercies that are healing the fallen.)
Written By Denica
Aug. 14, 2017, 11:29 a.m.(1/9/1007 AR)
Masques.
( The page is filled with a dreamy assortment of masks in watercolor. A colorful candle flicker of a flaming mask. A chilled and sparkling mask of frost that drips icicles. A mask of stars and galaxies. A grinning skull with a smiling raven. A mask of pale flowers with a scatter of windblown white petals kissed with spring green that hits the edge of the journal page and continues on to decorate the borders of the next. )
( The page is filled with a dreamy assortment of masks in watercolor. A colorful candle flicker of a flaming mask. A chilled and sparkling mask of frost that drips icicles. A mask of stars and galaxies. A grinning skull with a smiling raven. A mask of pale flowers with a scatter of windblown white petals kissed with spring green that hits the edge of the journal page and continues on to decorate the borders of the next. )
Written By Denica
Aug. 10, 2017, 10:51 p.m.(1/2/1007 AR)
Dear world,
I am excited to be alive, and I am thankful for another year. 'Tis going to be more interesting from here on in.
I am excited to be alive, and I am thankful for another year. 'Tis going to be more interesting from here on in.
Written By Denica
Aug. 10, 2017, 12:26 p.m.(1/1/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Clover
( A page filled with nothing of delicate spiderwebs that have been traced over with illuminator's metallic gold ink. )
Written By Denica
Aug. 10, 2017, 12:11 p.m.(1/1/1007 AR)
Fear of the inevitable.
Death, it surrounds us; it could be waiting for us at any corner (whether it be in the battlefield, a sickness, or a nasty slip on ice...). We tend to try not thinking about it too much, but it's something inevitable, something we all eventually come to. I believe that pretty much everyone dreads it in one way or another. I also believe that this fear usually arises from the fear of the unknown. A fear that's only started to be alleviated now that I've started to read and consider the doctrine of the Queen of Endings, Mother of Beginnings.
Sure, there's fear of the inevitable, but you can't spend all of your time being afraid of that unexpected moment.
(I hear that she likes puns.
A funeral ship is a sea hearse.)
Death, it surrounds us; it could be waiting for us at any corner (whether it be in the battlefield, a sickness, or a nasty slip on ice...). We tend to try not thinking about it too much, but it's something inevitable, something we all eventually come to. I believe that pretty much everyone dreads it in one way or another. I also believe that this fear usually arises from the fear of the unknown. A fear that's only started to be alleviated now that I've started to read and consider the doctrine of the Queen of Endings, Mother of Beginnings.
Sure, there's fear of the inevitable, but you can't spend all of your time being afraid of that unexpected moment.
(I hear that she likes puns.
A funeral ship is a sea hearse.)
Written By Denica
Aug. 6, 2017, 4:53 p.m.(12/21/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Clover
( A detailed graphite drawing serves as an entry. Alleyway in the Lower Burroughs, early day as judging by how the artist has played with the light and shadow using nothing but shades of dull leaden gray. On one roughly stone-paved street, a scruffy cat sit in a closed doorway - staring haughtily at the viewer for possibly interrupting the morning routine. One striped tabby paw lifted. Prepared to dart away. )
Written By Denica
Aug. 5, 2017, 2:48 a.m.(12/18/1006 AR)
Only ever doing what's expected of you is a tragedy.
Written By Denica
Aug. 3, 2017, 10:56 p.m.(12/16/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Antonio
"I wasn't aware there was anything other -than- sailing and flirting. Oh yes, drinking. And swimming."
(There's a tiny drawing of a tiny fox that appears to be napping.)
(There's a tiny drawing of a tiny fox that appears to be napping.)
Written By Denica
Aug. 3, 2017, 10:14 a.m.(12/14/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
"If the formality means a lot to you I'll accept it all the same and put on a serious-as-shit face if required."
(Accompanied by a tiny, over-exaggerated drawing of black sheep with a bigass axe and a crown.)
(Accompanied by a tiny, over-exaggerated drawing of black sheep with a bigass axe and a crown.)
Written By Denica
Aug. 2, 2017, 12:15 p.m.(12/13/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Alarissa
"I accrue sketches of my person, like Prince Victus accrues scented letters."
(Punctuated by a small spider drawn at the end of the quote.)
(Punctuated by a small spider drawn at the end of the quote.)
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