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Wednesday, March 29th, 2006
10:33 pm

The young girl looked at the stairs of the zodiacal houses with tears in her eyes. At this very moment Athena felt so very human. And she remembered why gods shouldn’t come to love mortals.


One by one she climbed the steps. One by one she passed the houses. Only to find the same void. The same loneliness. The same death. Everywhere.


Aries, Taurus, Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Virgo, Libra, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Capricorn, Aquarius and Pisces. All empty. All dead…


 And then she arrived at her temple. As dead as the others but not for the same reason. Because here…death decided to come personally.


She was just a child. Blond like the sun and eyes as green as the most beautiful emerald. So young. So innocent and fragile… A child-woman. An incarnation of spring. An incarnation of death.


“What are you doing here Kore?” Athena’s voice was tired. But she got no response. Only a soft humming. And the War Goddess watched as this little girl started to play with her golden and silver bracelets.


“You know…he gave me those…” Her voice was ethereal. “Said he wanted to see me smile…That he loved my smile…” Her lips curled in a nice smile. An innocent smile. The kind of smile only children have. “Said he would do anything for me to smile… just once.” The smile faltered and a single tear ran on her cheek. “I…I…love him you know? I love him and…I never told him!!!” Tears were now running freely from her eyes.


“Have you come for war Persephone?” This time Persephone met Athena’s stare. Her eyes were full of pain. Of hatred. Of death. “War? War won’t bring him back to me… Nothing will…But I won’t be alone in my suffering Athena. Mark my words. Never, you hear me…Never any of you precious saints will see the light of day again. Never will they be graced a new life.”


It was Athena’s turn to cry silently. Only one word escaped her lips. “Why?” It was but a mere whisper. True surprise graced the child’s face. She was not faking it. “Why? But you took what was most important to me…so it’s only fair I take what you cherish the most.” And with these words she left the temple.


Athena fell to her knees and start crying. There was nothing else she could do.

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Wednesday, January 25th, 2006
8:42 pm
Mirror.

Since some time I absolutely hate mirrors. Why?
I don’t recognize myself anymore in them. It’s like there is something that shouldn’t be there.
I have sometimes the impression there are shadows lurking around me. Sometimes there is this smirk on my lips that is so wrong and yet so right.

I’ve broken all the mirrors in the Gemini Temple. I couldn’t bear to see this stranger smirking back at me. This other myself. If I can’t see “him” then “he” doesn’t exist.

But what about my twin? He’s also a reflection of me. He’s also like starring into mirrors. But he’s more than a simple refection. I cannot break him and pretend he never existed. I cannot.
But there is so much evil in his eyes. So much poison in his words. He says such blasphemes about the Pope and the Goddess. Such blasphemes that sound so wrong and yet fell so right.

I cannot bear it. If there is such malevolence in you my twin, my reflection, my copy then… what about me? Does this mean I have as much evil in me? But I cannot break you like I have done the mirrors.
But I can hide you.

Yes.
I will hide you where nobody will ever find you. Where I’ll never see you again.
That should work.
Because what you cannot see doesn’t exist, right?

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Wednesday, January 11th, 2006
1:00 pm - milo-shaina
I don’t know why you decided I would be the one.
And to tell the truth I don’t care either. Not sure you do.

Maybe it had been sheer luck.
Maybe I’d been the first one you found. The first on your way.

Or maybe had it been fate? After all you’re Ophiucus and your life must resolve around Sagittarius and Scorpio. You hadn’t been lucky with your little horse so you try the other option?

But who cares about fate and stars and destiny? Not I and certainly not you. Not when you make that purring sound when I kiss your throat. Not you when you moan each time I thrust into you while clawing at my back, leaving trails of blood.

Was it your first time snake holder? I believe it was you did bite my shoulder so hard when I entered you. But now you sure do like it. I just love the way you rock your hips to meet mines and your moaning is driving me crazy.

Even if it isn’t my name the one you’re screaming.
Even if I know you’d wish my hair to be shorter and my body not quite as muscular. But that’s all right my sweet. Because cara mia, I’m also pretending your body is taller and less feminine. Wishing your eyes weren’t that delicious poison green in color but an icy blue instead. Just like you want mine to be a petulant brown.

We come together in a scream where pleasure, need, disillusion and strange completion are mixed together. It’s an odd feeling. But I won’t have the opportunity to talk about it with you. You’re already sleeping cuddled against me like it’s the place you want to be. Like it’s a safe place to be. And I turn off the lights to join you in Hypnos’s embrace.

When I woke up you’re admiring the sunrise. You’re wearing the black shirt I had on yesterday when you came to me. It looks good on you. Even better than on myself. I come behind you and take you in my harms. You put your head on my shoulder and we stay here looking at the sun like we are lovers and not just strangers who shared a night together.

Maybe this could work. I mean you and me. Maybe one day we could learn to love each other for what we are instead of what we wish. Because of that maybe I want to try. That and because my shirt looks good on you.

Maybe fate is a real thing.
Being brother and sister by venom aren’t the scorpion and the viper intended to approach each other instinctively?
Yeah, fate does exist. At least for today.

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