Long, even brushstrokes
carefully picking apart
one thousand tangles.

Bleached down to shadow,
hair the colour of fresh ash,
a covering sheet.

Its old glory lost,
it still wraps around him like
a robe of office.

Order, judgement, rage -
it gets wearing after a while.
Time for a good wine!

The sun shines brightly,
the shiner Stevane gave me
outshines it by far.

It's bright outside today.
To match the gorgeous weather
I wear a blue skirt.

Dreary clouds above,
even my clothes a meek black.
I miss my bright shirts.

Wafting odor calls -
I snath up the source of my strenght.
Just burned my tongue.

The darkest green hue -
to tarnish its fall would be
sacrileguous crime.

Proud birds vanity
hides shadows behind grace
- a beautyful lie.

The hand to reach out
is slapped away quickly.
No one will touch him.

Cayra's collection of forum haiku in one convenient place!

This is set with Elric being able to talk: a long way into the future then.

Lyric and Elric were lying together on the bed in Elric’s suite at the Poet Hall, the door to the bedroom was open and the main door to the suite was unlocked, as per the Judges regulations about the two’s meeting un-chaperoned. Lyric was half under the covers and tucked under Elric’s chin as he played with a strand to blond hair.

“Hey Elric?”

“Yes.”

“What was your mother like?”

“I didn’t know her all that well”

“Why not?”

“Well, after I was old enough to do without her, I moved more into the Laigr’s care, and my uncles.”

“Why?”

“Because the men of the clan train the boys and the women trained the girls, it’s only logical to fit people into their correct roles, at an early age. Although I never did fit into my correct role as the Laigr’s son…”

Set some time after the third book…. wherever it fits into the story I guess.

Terrifying Times

–––Night; Lyric–––

I'm about to scream, but I can't. If I do, he'll see me and I don't want that. It's very dark, but I can still see clearly. All I really see is the blood that's welling up from the throne and that half distorted shadow person that I can see so well. That dark fist rises, slowly, then suddenly clenches.

I wake with my hands over my mouth, that's the second time tonight. I'm not going to sleep like this. I'm too frightened.

I slide out of my bed and grab my slippers, then I double check that they match my nightclothes and the dressing gown that I'm about sliding on. I ease out of my room and into the hallway and then to the next door over from mine.

Companion fic to my picture "The Problem with 6 Kids..."
Sy' was just having a really bad day.....

The Trouble With Six Kids

Sy' groaned as he rocked... Lyric? He looked down, darkish-yellow tint to the hair? Yes, Lyric, as he tried to get the sobbing baby to fall asleep.

Two trials in one day was exhausting, and he just wanted to lie down somewhere, maybe have some wine at his piano first. It was especially tiring with out Katherine to help him with the paperwork that went with such things. Even with the correct mind for the task, two-year-old hands did not make for accurate reports. Lui' did not seem to understand the ordeal it was to Judge such things... telling him to 'Cheer up, you like this stuff don't you?' with that irritating little smirk on his face.

Faun:

http://s833.photobucket.com/albums/zz256/straycat_cayra/animism/

Ebrelle:

http://s833.photobucket.com/albums/zz256/straycat_cayra/?action=view&cur...

(She says they're impro-cosplay, but that Faun especially kicks amazing ass!)