1. Violet's Fingers Ch. 01


    Date: 2/5/2024, Categories: Fetish, Author: byGreco_Miran 

    ... branch above me

stretched to tease in the dappled sunlight.

She releases to drop beside me,

Smouldering, muscled shoulders smooth

Mnemosyne still shrouding from my sight

the scars from the lashing she took for me."

'Vinka' was the informal diminutive Suda used when she was grumpy with Violet. The verse Pim placed here, at the beginning of the story; it framed the event that defined their relationship, even though he did not yet understand how.

Of course, Suda's writings made up only part of Pim's puzzle. Although they often shared the same sheets of paper, her drawings inhabited an entirely different space. Firing his thrill of discovery, they held the illuminating clues, from quick, loose sketches layered to fill every corner of the tattered pages, to the hours of detail drawn into a pale lace iris and a curl of hair. Then there were the insane phantasies...

I awakened from my daydream to find him crouched over the worn carpet below me, searching for an explanation as to why a journal entry failed to agree with a sketch of the same event. He had her drawings spread over his writing desk and across the ...
    ... floor, rearranging their taxonomies in the hope a hidden clue would be revealed.

Pim held a sketch of Violet up to the light. It was clearly not drawn from life, but neither could he accept it was from his mother's imagination. Silly boy! Girls have wild imaginations. I have watched them for over a century. But Pim was not comfortable with his mother's intimacies. To calm himself, he looked across to me, just a familiar old doll, far removed from the phantasies of the flesh.

I laughed to myself; if only he knew what lay behind these green glass eyes, the part I played in the writing of this tale. I may be a doll, but do not imagine me a marionette for the manipulation of others. I am the ringmaster in this circus, part biographer, memoirist; I made sure Pim not only uncovered all the scenes in their play but tilted them such that their colours caught the light, revealing for the reader the beauty woven through every fibre of their story.

Enough from your kintsugi doll. Here, I present Parnassius' rendering of his mother's voice into the present; this is the story of Dilli Novikova's time with Violet, her 'Überfrau.'
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