Aug 27, 2015
Illustrational work for ‘Nightwall - Chronicles‘. Some water nymphs chilling in a pond.
nightwall waternymphs - max schulz - 2015 [xoco1.com]
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Illustrational work for ‘Nightwall - Chronicles‘. Some water nymphs chilling in a pond.
nightwall waternymphs - max schulz - 2015 [xoco1.com]
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"What's it called again? A double edged sword?" he shrugged a little, shaking his head. “Irony?" the man pulled a cigarette free from the brown and white pack, bringing it to his lips. “What? You don’t know what I’m talking about?” he almost laughed, but was too busy lighting his smoke. “Now, look here. Those girls. Think of them as mythical creatures - they’re beautiful, unattainable, magical even.” his hands fluttered around in the air, acting out his words, giving them a life of their own. “Mermaids. Nypmhs.” a smirk formed across his lips. “Sirens - they call to me. Maybe they call to everyone, but most people can’t hear them. It's kind of like a.. a dog whistle.” he wondered- was he the only one that heard it? “But their sounds; the heartbeats, the breathing, the booming songs their souls singing. That shit lights my very own god damn soul on fire.” Jericho hopped onto the bed, laying down and taking a lungful of the thick smoke. “If I have one, that is. Black as it may fucking be.” scrunching his nose up, he added “but it’s not the good sort of way, it… It’s fucking overwhelming.”
Flipping a few times on the bed, he got comfortable, kicking his boots off and cuddling into the pillows. “But when they stop all that - the breathing and all. Their silent song is so fucking incredible - it’s enthralling and you lose yourself in it. Have you ever heard that shit? It’s cold, enchanting - lifeless, but fucking powerful.” Looking over, he perked a brow. “Oh, the double edged sword thing. Well, I get my girl, I do what I can- what I need. She sings my silent lullaby and then she’s gone forever. Let my little sleeping beauties drift back into their watery graves - where they belong. Keep them beautiful for a while longer. Well, at least until the bloating starts anyway.” He was getting off track, thinking about it all. “Look- the only way I can hear that fucking melody is by killing her, but it fades so quickly. I get what I want, but I don’t get it for long. I guess it’s worth it. It’s like an orgasm - huge build up, short release, some aftershocks and then it’s gone. Just like that. I guess there’s that sense of euphoria afterward, but that fades fast, especially when you jump in a burning shower afterwards.” his fingers came up, pinching the still burning end. “Fuck it though. It's not like you give a shit.” his eyes shifted from his burn toward the blonde tied up to the chair. “Fuck, you’re not even listening, are you?”