Post by lauramcphearson on Jun 28, 2012 2:51:57 GMT 1
There were two sides to the coin known as a Apocalyptica. On one side there was a thriving Opera house turned symphonic rock club and casino. Its halls filled with the sounds of humans, vampires, and so much more. Music echoed throughout every fiber of its making; the wicked encouraged seduction and darkness while the meek and mild were lured in to their willful corruption. It’s aura of Gothic romance permeated every molecule within the dusky lit enclave. On the other side of the same coin there was the hollowed desolate edifice; one whose walls wept with sorrowful loneliness. The mournful aura was both suffocating and all-consuming at the worst of times. At the best of times it was an empty lonely Victorian that yearned for the comfort of habitation.
Since her employment at the Apocalyptica Laura has encountered both sides of the coin that makes the Opera club the perfect interlude from life. Only for her it was not an interlude, it was her life, and as of late the happiness she once beheld was hidden in the recesses of her mind, overshadowed by her ever increasing loneliness. Since the night of the ball she felt broken inside; a piece of her was ripped away only to leave her searching under the shadow of Venus for only that which can make her whole again.
Where did he go? Her sad stranger; the one with the rich baritone voice, saturated mournful yearning that filled her up past brimming and left her overflowing with wholeness from the perfect octaves that echoed out within his song? Never in all of her time upon heaven had she ever encountered a voice so passionate, so blindingly beautiful that it could bring tears of pure unadulterated love and joy to her eyes. Their encounter was but a brief one, but entirely all that was needed for Laura to know that her heart had found the missing piece for no one voice could ever call out to her soul the way his did. It was as if it alone was meant only for her and hers from him.
What could not have been more than a week was nothing more than an unbearable eternity to her. In all the millennia spent in heaven never had she felt the passing of time so painstakingly slow; days like years and weeks longer than decades. How long would the passage of time be before her destined was revealed to her once again?
Since their encounter morose enveloped Laura. It emanated from her very essence; rolling off of her in waves that crashed and coated everything around her. Her food no longer held any flavor, all drinks held no merit above that of water. She kept the same degree of dress and maintenance, but in the hopes that should he return she would not be out of sorts. Even her own singing was affected by her emptiness. Her singing was no longer melodically upbeat. No matter the lyrics her voice held a tone of hollowed desire. Her bosses appearing ever so tolerant of her disposition had yet to say something.
Laura could not obtain worthwhile sleep as well, so as with any other day she rose, donned her jade green dressing gown over her nightgown and traversed the empty, weeping halls of the Apocalyptica. Today drew her to the Opera house portion of the club; the very place where she met her soulful stranger. She slowly walked along one of the aisles closest to the wall on her left; the fingers closest to the wall trailed behind her as they danced along the wall until she made it to the stairs of the stage. As she reached the center she lowered herself to lying there on her back. Her arms reached out above her as she began to sing.
I’m giving up the ghost of love
Enter the shadows cast on devotion
He is the one that I adore
King of my silent suffocation
Break this bittersweet spell on me
Lost in the arms of destiny…[/color][/i][/b][/font][/size]
Since her employment at the Apocalyptica Laura has encountered both sides of the coin that makes the Opera club the perfect interlude from life. Only for her it was not an interlude, it was her life, and as of late the happiness she once beheld was hidden in the recesses of her mind, overshadowed by her ever increasing loneliness. Since the night of the ball she felt broken inside; a piece of her was ripped away only to leave her searching under the shadow of Venus for only that which can make her whole again.
Where did he go? Her sad stranger; the one with the rich baritone voice, saturated mournful yearning that filled her up past brimming and left her overflowing with wholeness from the perfect octaves that echoed out within his song? Never in all of her time upon heaven had she ever encountered a voice so passionate, so blindingly beautiful that it could bring tears of pure unadulterated love and joy to her eyes. Their encounter was but a brief one, but entirely all that was needed for Laura to know that her heart had found the missing piece for no one voice could ever call out to her soul the way his did. It was as if it alone was meant only for her and hers from him.
What could not have been more than a week was nothing more than an unbearable eternity to her. In all the millennia spent in heaven never had she felt the passing of time so painstakingly slow; days like years and weeks longer than decades. How long would the passage of time be before her destined was revealed to her once again?
Since their encounter morose enveloped Laura. It emanated from her very essence; rolling off of her in waves that crashed and coated everything around her. Her food no longer held any flavor, all drinks held no merit above that of water. She kept the same degree of dress and maintenance, but in the hopes that should he return she would not be out of sorts. Even her own singing was affected by her emptiness. Her singing was no longer melodically upbeat. No matter the lyrics her voice held a tone of hollowed desire. Her bosses appearing ever so tolerant of her disposition had yet to say something.
Laura could not obtain worthwhile sleep as well, so as with any other day she rose, donned her jade green dressing gown over her nightgown and traversed the empty, weeping halls of the Apocalyptica. Today drew her to the Opera house portion of the club; the very place where she met her soulful stranger. She slowly walked along one of the aisles closest to the wall on her left; the fingers closest to the wall trailed behind her as they danced along the wall until she made it to the stairs of the stage. As she reached the center she lowered herself to lying there on her back. Her arms reached out above her as she began to sing.
I’m giving up the ghost of love
Enter the shadows cast on devotion
He is the one that I adore
King of my silent suffocation
Break this bittersweet spell on me
Lost in the arms of destiny…