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Mera Akiana
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June 2023
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Bond and Song
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“The wolves raise the song with me, and together we sing the pain, for pain must be felt. For in the Song, there is the moan, the howl, the laughter, the tender whisper, the joyful shriek, the wrenching cry. The sacred and the wicked wild.
For the Song is life.
And only the whole makes the circle.”
― Bond and Song
For the Song is life.
And only the whole makes the circle.”
― Bond and Song
“The unspoken words sing in the cajoling of his lips, the imploring of his tongue. Please don’t leave. Stay.
Stay. Stay. Stay. It has been an internal chorus pulsing with my heartbeat for longer than he knows.
Still we hold onto each other’s faces, gazes, souls. Unwilling to ever let go.
But we don’t have ever.”
― Bond and Song
Stay. Stay. Stay. It has been an internal chorus pulsing with my heartbeat for longer than he knows.
Still we hold onto each other’s faces, gazes, souls. Unwilling to ever let go.
But we don’t have ever.”
― Bond and Song
“I laugh out loud, causing him to add a growl to the grumble.
“Focus.”
“Already am.” Lips meeting said shoulder. “Always am.” Meeting my ear. “On you. Only you…”
― Bond and Song
“Focus.”
“Already am.” Lips meeting said shoulder. “Always am.” Meeting my ear. “On you. Only you…”
― Bond and Song
“Oh, Sin would make an introduction with the Dark Queen. But Zajasang? The girl before the title, behind it, for whom the title may be part of who she was, and still was besides the point? She is all mine.”
― Bond and Song
― Bond and Song
“I hate situations that involve you on clifftops,” Sin grumbles. A surprised, rasping laugh snaps out of me. “My heart always hurls itself after you.”
― Bond and Song
― Bond and Song
“He looks up at me as if he wants to bare his soul, and hand me both the keys and a sword to do with what I will. What do I do? What does one do with devotion like that, with power and responsibility that weighs as much as a heart and a soul?”
― Bond and Song
― Bond and Song
“Late into the morning, obscuring the midday sun, the storm comes.
I unfetter myself, loosen my chains of politeness into the Queen’s Dance, and let the clawing, feral rage unfurl that has been simmering and roiling in my gut and my blood. With each whip of wind and hair, each drop of rain and sweat, each swing of hip and thunder, I let the rage slip out of me, seep through my pores, screech into the sand.
I become the Earth, and I bleed her wrath. I surrender to the Song, and I rage.
Funny, how by fully giving myself over to the all, I can at last feel and face my own emotion. Balanced on a sword’s edge only, oh yes, every moment just as likely to tip me into losing myself as knowing myself.
I cackle and yowl.
This is life. The life in which I am invincible, in which I am all. Who can destroy that? My darkness will always be deeper. And the life in which I hover like the butterfly in the wild kiss of the hurricane. Will it destroy me this second, or the next? For destroy me it will.
And yet, what choice do I have but to feel it all, live it all, rise again and again, the phoenix from ash? What choice would I ever want to make, but this wrenching, heart-aching glory?”
― Bond and Song
I unfetter myself, loosen my chains of politeness into the Queen’s Dance, and let the clawing, feral rage unfurl that has been simmering and roiling in my gut and my blood. With each whip of wind and hair, each drop of rain and sweat, each swing of hip and thunder, I let the rage slip out of me, seep through my pores, screech into the sand.
I become the Earth, and I bleed her wrath. I surrender to the Song, and I rage.
Funny, how by fully giving myself over to the all, I can at last feel and face my own emotion. Balanced on a sword’s edge only, oh yes, every moment just as likely to tip me into losing myself as knowing myself.
I cackle and yowl.
This is life. The life in which I am invincible, in which I am all. Who can destroy that? My darkness will always be deeper. And the life in which I hover like the butterfly in the wild kiss of the hurricane. Will it destroy me this second, or the next? For destroy me it will.
And yet, what choice do I have but to feel it all, live it all, rise again and again, the phoenix from ash? What choice would I ever want to make, but this wrenching, heart-aching glory?”
― Bond and Song
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