D1 :: Hallow Osiris

L△LIA RP Tutor 3,567 POSTS last seen Jun 24, 2019 15:25:10 GMT -5 BOOM SH△KALAKA	D1 :: Hallow Osiris Oct 11, 2014 0:19:31 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by L△LIA on Oct 11, 2014 0:19:31 GMT -5 NAME :: Hallow Osiris GENDER :: Female AGE :: Seventeen DISTRICT :: One ODAIR
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D1 :: Hallow Osiris Oct 11, 2014 0:20:21 GMT -5

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Post by L△LIA on Oct 11, 2014 0:20:21 GMT -5

“— it happened just like you said, Mademoiselle.”

This woman looks like a memory of my mother: A careful mouth, blouse buttoned to her throat, and hips that don’t sway as she walks. When she came into the tent tonight, it was more like she was floating, a stone statue parading amongst the living. “The bastard was cheating on me. Has been for years!” When her face flinches, it’s as if the obscure reality of her petrified skin shatters. She’s almost human.

Sly and sinister, the red slash of my mouth twists for her and suddenly we’re both alive. A cooing whisper of sound slips from my lips like the muffled keening of a mourner, drawing her in and noosing her with sympathy. This is the difference between a talented liar and a con. I possess the ability not to simply make make a show of believing her, but to live my pity fully, back-and-forth with her. Right here. Right now. “No one will ever love you. Not for your whole life. I’m sorry.”

Lies are said to be based in truth. People, we hear millions of different things throughout our lives and when the time comes to make something up, we don’t. Not really. Instead we just reach into our muddled memories and patch something together, making word-quilts of history. It's important to understand this. I couldn’t tell you about the day I learned the supposed definition for love or had the concept of a lifetime explained to me, but I can feel the echoes rippling out into the air from my voice. “It’s going to be this way until the day you die.”

And it will. This lady will die tonight. I’ve spent months making sure of it.

Casting my gaze as a spell upon the crystal ball that lies belly up on the silk-draped table between us, my fingertips swirl casually over the glass, teasing at the smoke within. She’s crying silently and I’m very nearly bored to tears myself, sighing into the shadows. “When I look into your future, I only see the past. This —“ One sharpened nail taps at the crystal and she leans in despite the straight-laced totem of her usually unbendable spine. “— is the infinity symbol. An endless loop.”

The first time she came, I thought she could overcome her curiosity of me and that she would never return. Yet, week after week, she’s drawn back to these twisted carnival grounds and the reputation of the mysterious Fortuneteller. Me. Each visit her desperation has been carefully nurtured in preparation for this very night, when her darkest secret would fall out of her mouth and right into my manipulative hands. I hold a web of puppet strings now, tied to her drooping bones.

Sometimes I look at the people who come to me in the witching hour, begging with both their money and their mouths for me to unmask their destiny, and I find myself thinking that their present could have been my own future. Before I ran away, I was so much like them with their privileged self-righteousness and obligation toward the expectations of those around me.

I’m free now. I wasn’t then.

The rich know how to keep their dirty little secrets and if they can’t, well, they know how to hide such things away in unfindable places, burying them alive. I was the living, breathing secret of the well-todo Osiris family for more than a decade, locked away in a house that was big enough to hold just about anything, including the twisted darkness of a child’s smile. My mother never understood me or how the idea of witches and magic wormed its way into my head, as if it had grown there, the remnant of a persistent nightmare that refused to run from daylight like it ought to. By the time I was four, I could see the future in the shadows of her gaping mouth and the lurking spirit within that haunted her every word with secrets to be told. My parents decided I was too strange for high society and that home schooling was the only option for keeping me away from gossip and their pristine reputations.

It was enough to simply reign my darkness in behind closed doors until I turned thirteen and unlucky. My mother scolded me for muttering to myself and claiming to glimpse ghosts within the prismatic reflections off the crystal glasses during supper, but when I became fascinated with blood magic, I’d gone too far. My little sister was not only gullible, but enthusiastic to slice her hand open for me, red and all the secrets of her future spilling out for me to see. The problem was that our father walked in and saw too, backhanding me as he disowned me in a paroxysm of cursing and bruises.

I was to be sent away immediately and never seen again. That was half right. Content with the thought of never seeing them again, I ran away into the night and my parents didn’t come looking for me, although my sister would much later. Instead I found this carnival of horrors like finding fate and not only were my divination abilities praised instead of damned for the first time, but the darker my tongue turned, the more I belonged. Years have come and gone, but I remember and that’s why I know — too well — the deepest fears of the pathetically wealthy souls who wander into my tent, seduced by incense, curiosity, and dark smudge of kohl lining my thin eyes. With little more than a side-eyed glance, I can tug the darkness up and out from their own willing throats. Money and secrets flutter like dying butterflies at my feet, but there are nights like this, too dark for even the stars to peek out from the sky as I unleash my predictions like hell hounds set loose.

The sound of frantic footfalls echo as the woman flees from my tent, more desperate to escape her own life than she is to escape the demon whispering terrible warnings about what’s really chasing her. I see deaths like this one before they happen… and they always do. I make sure of it.

Half a dozen spooked stray cats scatter in her wake, eyeing me as I slip out into the night and flashing carnival lights, wondering why my hands aren’t full of dinner scraps for them like usual. “What just happened?” It’s the Geek, a fleck of dried chicken blood still clinging to his chin from a show earlier in the evening. I lick the pad of my thumb and wipe it away, smirking coyly before walking off with a girlish twirl of my horror story black hair. My mouth is anything but careful with its grin and my top is unbuttoned shamelessly low as my hips sway like a hypnotist’s hymn. I am certainly not made from stone.

“Wouldn’t you like to know."

Last Edit: Oct 11, 2014 21:35:32 GMT -5 by L△LIA

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