She sat eating her bread and sipping the most delectably bitter cranberry juice… this..is oddly familiar… she sat back down with her bestfriend on a cushioney sea of black. “I remember…another us.”
“Where did it start?”
When I said; “It’s perfect that the kitchen is ‘far away,’ it’s always good to get up and walk around no matter how beaten up we are. We must always take an intermission to the kitchen.”
[-We must always take an intermission to the kitchen-]
As we chose the crystal chaluice, i begun to rmember…a cliff side with such beautiful deep green grass everywhere…moss? Both? Both? Both. Both is good. There ‘s a waterfall angainst deep charcoal rocks. In the winter the water freezes and the land is covered in a pure blanket of snow. In the warmer dayz, flowers of ALL variety and COLORS😍 spring forth. Our castle was BLACK stone. Deepest of blacks, with purple flowers growing up the sides every which way. Wild. Beautiful brilliant green vines snaked through every crevice… filling all the cracks. Protected. Forevermore.
My head has a boo boo🤕🥴🤭
The mightiest of doors(no fucking wonder I have always been in love with grey wood!) was made up of the finest grey wood with black ornate cast iron ornamentals.
I remembered, us going to the fridge together because no matter how banged up the other was or both, we always made our way to the kitchen together always. The chaluce we chose in the modern day kitchen the beautiful crystal one that has been in my family for decades now, reminded me that.. we ALWAYS ONLY EVER drank out of ONE CHALICE. The only time it was two was when we would have dinner parties or get together’s at the dining table. Ebony black wood, LONGG table. Everyone has a custom chair here, King sits at the top end, Queen sits at the direct opposite end. They move in sync. We sip at the same time or damn near it. The connections forged from the Queen’s side sit at her end, as goes the King’s. There of course is mingling after the meals, but everyone has a seat at the table. Not even jokingly does the rump of another dare sit on another’s chair. When there are guests, the food is served to the table. When iits just family its buffet style, with the most beautiful of colors. Various veggies, fruits, treats, breads, fish! fruit & veggie juices, wine, mead, chocolate, COFFEE! Very excited about that one! I’m seeing my old favorite mug! Awwwwww! Kadd got that for me! YeAH also. Names were Karterina & Kadd(much much longer) Karddie(WOW. Our most recent nickname makes even more a lot of sense now)anyways! Back to the story!📓
Intermission time. Needed some mixed veggies, cranberry juice(brought the bottle), coconut water, and baby oysters.
So! The feasts were family style. Now they could very well have had a seperate set up for the Queen & King but No! Cause it’s fun to be picking out your food at the buffet and have a Tio or Grandpa come over and make a joke. Then you run into a cousin who’s kinda unsure of whether he wants to try out sushi or not, you asure him that we like it! Maybe you will too? But how will ya know if ya don’t give it a shot, right? It’s much more fun to have meals with FAMILY!
Then there’s the night krew🐦⬛
We rise with the moon.🌙🌑
During bedtime. (Notice we didn’t say sleepytime. Bed. Goin to bed. Also rhymes with WED. Wedding. Married. BB & Rav. Ya get the picture.)
During bedtime carrot juice is served🥕 with the hope of a better future that one day will be worthy of having our corporeal sons grace the land again. Yet. For the very first time in existence🦴🐾
In case anyone was wondering. The boyz were not born at this time either. No bones.
Pure Honey was/is always served in some form during beddybyetime!🐝 To ensure sweetness and warmth in them all. Yet both knowing full well that their boyz were only ever fine dreams/illusions. Until present society; who has the opportunity. But! Vamos aver.
Is this THE ERA?! Hmmm.⚔️
So back then we had a cloak for me. Those who lingered at night were trusted, and paid no mind to the naked tucus of the king. HIS was not the one. Any other maiden, was equally escorted. Always in pairs. Family. NightKrew.
A series of cloaks. Garments. For various occassions. All hung in suscesion to the bedroom door. Beautiful. Candles everywhere.
The warmest of deep brown wood lined the floor, black carpets strewn about.
We always would drink from the same chalice. Dependent on the beverage/vibe which one we would select would vary. Our cutlery, dishes, chalices, mugs, were in a seperate very beautiful cabinet. Kadd’s height. The ones used during family meals were in a much smaller lower cabinet directly underneath, staggered next tier down like steps were the guest meal sets. Trusted & not trusted.
We would head out into the garden especially at night, even badly wounded, we would dress for the ocassion. Just the two of us. Whenever we would leave the bedroom; even for a simple intermission. The Keys, come with. Always. They were cast iron skeleton keys, that would klank against eachother as we strode everywhere, eachone very different, very beautiful, all on a closed ring, that they were welded onto. (It’s 4:44am now)🖤
🤕🤒🤐
It’s gummy time🤕😵💫🌱🍿🎞️
Slow the film room lol Roll. Slow the roll.🧠
”Ignition -Remix”🎶
“her garden” -Amory Reel
”gimme love” -Elias ♾️