Oct 31, 2011 | Post by: Devon Knight No Comments

Implode (The Counsel of Dreams)

It was all very familiar.
Like the air at 44° North, 6° East.
He drew another determined breath deep into his lungs.

And just as he prepared to forgo his search for truth, she personified herself in amber Chanel, balanced delicately on the heels of Louboutin.

Benjamin parted with thoughts of rebirth and lush tropical enclosures and followed her gait, as she continued her conversation with the director of the specialized gallery.

The de Gris Laurent heir, his noir Gucci pea coat saturated by the somber sky, arose from the stone rest.

And uttered the only prayer he knew.

“Lucy.”

She turned, to find him soaked from the efforts of the rain.

“Ben!” Lucy began.

He smiled, whilst she turned toward her colleague, to request a moment alone with the nomadic stranger. And yet, just as she returned to bestow the affections of her attention upon him, there he was, before her.

“Ben,” the desirable curator offered, in a soft whisper. “What are you doing here?”

And for a moment, he decided to forgo air. To inhale her.

“Ben?” she continued.

He blinked, preventing the rain from obscuring his vision.

“I was told Saint Lawrence is here. I came to see him.”

“Lawrence of Rome!” Lucy beamed.

Benjamin observed, careful to absorb every moment. As her capillaries exploded, causing her cheeks to flush red, he was reminded of sunsets on the Mediterranean, sailing with Max Mulberry and Etienne Rousseau.

Meanwhile, Lucy was pleased to be discussing her passion with an individual outside the realm of work.

And one of like mind.

“Well, there’s the stained glass here,” she began. “It’s a beautiful work, attributed to Canterbury, Kent, located in the Early Gothic Hall,” she said. “There’s also an Austrian-Salzburg work at the museum on Fifth. It’s part of an altarpiece from the late 15th century,” she continued.

Benjamin maintained his gaze.

“Though, I admit. I am partial to the stained window.”

And though he wanted to convey his affection for her, there were no words.

“It’s absolutely glorious at midday,” she mused.

Still, when your dream speaks to you, there is an obligation to respond, as Benjamin did, whilst observing the parting of her mouth,

And concurred.

“When the light is brilliant.”

Implode. Part LXXII – DK

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  • A NOTE ON IMPLODE

    With regard to <em>Implode</em>, certain details, locations, occurences, et al. may not resonate along your cerebral palate if read out of context. For this reason, it is recommended following the episodes in chronological order, as they appear, which requires a bit of time travel.

    The first experience occurs in January 2010 with <a href="http://vaionyva.com/2010/01/implode-the-birth-of-max-mulberry/">The Birth of Max Mulberry</a>.

    Thank you.
    Grazie.
    Merci.

    For allowing me to be apart of you,
    If only for a moment.

    - DK