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The world swelled with intense emotion this night. A kind of fizzle hissed at the edge of vision, glowing inwardly violet and fiery, focused. It might as well had been a hallucination of… More
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The world swelled with intense emotion this night. A kind of fizzle hissed at the edge of vision, glowing inwardly violet and fiery, focused. It might as well had been a hallucination of euphoria. The breathless violins often had that effect on him, dancing to his ears like merry fauns, crisply twisting the mind like soft-serve ice cream, letting the ice crystals settle neatly across his skin, every hair erect and listening. His heavy drags, thick as moleskin, seem to unfasten to loose, feathery sashes, as he danced with his instrument in hand in the middle of the room. The cellos of the next movement burrowed deep, far below the earth, and sprouted all around him in waves of D Minor. And then, he saw his companion, the woman with whom he'd share this magic affair.
He loathed her. Greasy pigtails, deviled lipstick, fake tan. Who allows themselves to sass around with such sodding embroidery and an affray of color schemes? She was simply not suitable for public viewing any further.
But, he confessed as the violins retorted, she had one thing going for her. Those twin suns, pocked within her skull full of useless jelly and spun in bristly blonde clumpiness. His mood rose in spite of her face, as the violas joined and sped gracefully like synchronized birds into red areas of his mind, beautiful and previously unexplored. Yes, yes, it was the refracting cadence in her eyes that distracted him most, in a good way. Those magnificent green discs, full of all life and mystery, glittering like fireworks during a victory parade, like gemstones cut by the great hands of God Himself with the sparkle of a hundred thousand karats. He was bonded by her silver gaze, pained by them, vulnerable. The movement evolved into flautists, slowly removing gravity from his mind, and he gasped. Starlight spoke through the window, glaring off her rouge-smathered cheeks and bathed the room in a whitewash of heaven. It must have been her eyes radiating magic, infecting the neighboring regions of her reptilious face, but he could think no more after that. Molecules seem to flit away like quivering flower petals, like windborne seeds instinctively flocking to follow the source of the nourishing light. He became less a man and more the kind of thing you discover at the nucleus of a song. The timbre, the crescendo, unrestrained elevation. How could one exhale? This was divinity.
Dizzy, the man pawed through the air for leverage and at last caught the table, transfigured only momentarily as his senses reset. The sound, his sound, had deepened agin, to a solitary oboe, channeling energy into a slow change of tension. It warmed the corrugated steel, but not his leather heart. It was still the same, wretched, beastly girl-thing. Those prisms, he lamented. They are trapped within her wicked shell, like wrongly convicted angels banished to their own hell, or cuckoo clock creatures caught forever in the doorways of their dutiful cycle, leaving protrusions of flesh exposed to the world while courageously concealing unthinkable nightmares within. It was a crime for her to have them, both of them. Why their overpowering beauty hadn't burned and gnarled the rest of her flesh to a wispy pile of red cinder was beyond him. He would have concocted more evil images in his mind, but the strings walled to her defense.
He stood there, dimming lightbulb swaying, a purging darkness tensing him. He continued to fend the bravery of the trumpets and their modulating brass friends, watching her eyebrows twitch like small black newts. Tiny sacks of perspiration formed glistening constellations on her forehead, connecting and slipping down her face, scooping the demon's mascara with it, rolling over her duct taped lips. Fear. Fear and heavy strings, slower this time, deeper, darker. Meaningful. Her gorgeous eyes grew more exalted as her brain wires siphoned more fear through the outermost layers of her skin. Almost pop-eyed, they were desperately reaching for him. They wanted to shoot out and be with him. He knew it, and he reciprocated their understanding, vacant of hubris. I will save you tonight, he thought, gently. I will take you with me.
The appendages from the others seem to dully vibrate with the double-bass and pounding percussion, the piece drawing to a close. The man grabbed the smudged handle roughly, swinging a dark red orb to the floor. A cold finger, hanging brittlely on the wall, broke mysteriously from its nailed hand and landed on the table.. The snarling girl-thing flailed in her chain harness, pounding against the cold shed wall, pitching through her gag. He yanked the gas cable and revved the only musical instrument he possessed to a furious monotony, raising it above his head in reverence. It was his favorite way to end movements.