Cold with the Flames

The sand was growing cool with the change of the seasons drawing out of autumn to winter gradually, bare feet making small prints that just joins the hundreds of thousands of others...leading straight to the fire. A strange sight indeed, huddled in the damp cold sand, the only colors standing out being a yellowish orange and ivory that looked more antiqued then the usual brilliant color. The demon, dressed in a silly bumble bee costume, was smoking before the fire that she sat at , head resting on her knee so that her face was hidden under the dark canopy of glossy black hair that danced with highlights painted by the blazing glow of the fire itself. The fingers absently picking at the striped stockings. As always, she was alone, huddled in a silent presence. She pined for love. She ached to be held..need she was plenty, friends, the new family that surrounded her..but she wanted one thing..to be held again. Tightly, wanting to hide herself in someone's arms.

She drew her head up a little, a glimmer of light doing nothing to diminish the intense blue glow. The good eye stares off into the flames and watches it dance. Watches the salamanders feasting on ash. Her only companion. She just sat there in her own little world, lost to her inner thoughts. Those thoughts were wrapped up with her restless emotions. She was greedy, wanting to be someone's, but she never gets it. Never has one to hold her and comfort her but friends and family. The doll comes running from the shadows suddenly and stops, almost tumbling over in its haste to get to the demon's side. Her head turns just barely to look at it and finds herself holding the doll this time. It fit neatly in her lap. It was always with her, hiding from the naked eye...only one has seen it, her god daughter. But she spoke not much on why it was alive..only that she'd had it for a long time.

Her arms wraps around the doll protecting it from the heat cast at her as the salamanders grew with their feast. What she saw in that flame is hard to say. She only just sat there, feeling lost and lonely with heavy eyes. She was exhausted, fighting herself and so many others...Inspite the family and friends, she was utterly on her own. She did what she had to and now her lids just grew heavy as the one eye stared off into the dancing blaze of orange and yellows to sink into the white blaze where it was hottest, loosing herself to her thoughts while she sat there thinking. Thinking of several things...