My dear sweet summer child. The warmth of the sun is all you ever knew. The sweet wines, succulent fruits, meats, and the carefree strolls along the riverbed.
Your days consisted of running, climbing and learning. Your nights of feasts in livened halls, choirs of the drunk, and(more) flames of celebration and dance.
Only in times of bliss do we cause trouble to entertain ourselves. Only in times of peace does unity unravel. My sweet child I do not mean to frighten but I do not wish to hide the world really is from you. It is marvelous in all it's beauty but do not get lost among the Angel's Trumpets.
The world has always been a treacherous beauty, that will never change. The only thing that does is the travelers that share the roads. Feast and be happy now my dear.
For one day the wine will sour, the fruit and meat will taste of rot and those rivers will run of blood and ice.
One day you will be running and climbing for your life, learning to survive. Your feasts will be of a handful of berries and grass in broken halls. You'll be sung to sleep by the choir of the dead and the dying. The flames that used to dance for you will now consume everything you once loved.
By that time I will be dead and gone. I wish I could hold and protect you still but I cannot. I am dying, such a fate waits for an old man. I can only prepare you for what's to come and be a memory that brings some light in your darkness times.
I love you my dear sweet summer child but winter is coming.(less)
Oh my dear as the winds wind westward our words hollow out like lotions amidst the stars. There is too much talk and too much pain and every other world blows a bomb in my soul. I'm sorry I couldn't love you the way that you needed. I'm sorry(more) that my quiet verses turned into flames of chaos. Little thoughts become big insecurities and every limb is torn asunder by pain.
Do you know I'm in love? Have I told you that my pussy quakes and starts dripping like an angel when he comes close? Have I told you that he is the kindest, softest, sweetest human I've met in this world and nothing else matters except his chest hair on my fingers and my pussy on him and every little imperfect bit of us melting together.
Have you ever loved someone? It's almost painful, the queries that push past logic. The pain that worries Am I Enough? Am I Beautiful? Does He Really Love Me?
So much of my words in my life were g-rated. I never spoke of desire or of pussy or of that opening clasp in my heart and my body that us unfurling so sweetly I could think it was God. No I always maintained a kind of strangely benign sexuality. How different life is now, that I am awakened, that I am enraptured, that his body enters mine as my breath becomes short.
Love is beautiful but bodies are mysterious. They transmit to us needs and loves and desires that words could never truly express. How strange to imagine a self without him. How odd to fantasize about a human beyond him.
How can I say in the official creed that he is mine and I am his and our lives, they have merged.(less)
Ed was sitting comfortably in the driver's seat of the Impala when Winry Rockbell opened the passenger's side door and slid right in. Ed did a double-take - he'd been waiting on his brother to finish his business in the convenience mart - and said "-what the HELL-"
"I am so mad at you," Winry said. She looked a little bit torn up, like she'd been on the road for a while and hadn't had the time to stop and shower and patch up her wounds. "Where the fuck have you been?"
"Why are you here?" Ed asked. There was no subtle way to shift to go for his gun, but he did have a knife tucked in his boot. It wasn't the demon-killing knife, but it was still something.
"I've been looking for you for three goddamn weeks," Winry said. "Before you shit a brick, look who brought me." She pointed out the windshield, and sure enough Castiel was standing outside the vehicle, brow furrowed.
"Why is HE here - why are YOU here," Ed couldn't decide who to get mad at so it seemed like a blanket reaction of everybody was the safest bet. "We left you with Russell, you were going to piece together that Truth tablet so Rian could take a crack at it-"
"Yeah," Winry said in aggravation. "It would help if we didn't get attacked by fucking demons. I don't even know if Russell's alive or dead, but I could only salvage about half of the tablet. They got the rest."
"What," Ed said.
"So while you and your brother have been scooting around playing hero with your cell phones off, shit has hit the fan." She wiped her hand across her brow. "Why HAVE your phones been off, anyway?"