Oh to sleep on a hammock, gently sporing… snoring
Swinging from side to cepe… to side,
Enoki… and nothing to disturb us,
That’s a bliss I want morel… more
/* Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook – Porte-mine sur carnet A6 */
Ah se recueillir dans un hamac…
La truffe à l’air, cèpes-t-y pas le pied ?
Lactaire peut bien tourner un instant sans nous.
Pas de spore aujourd’hui, j’me la coulmelle.
This is a dream of us
To have a large garden
With trees and sweet flowers
To have our save haven
*** Krita + Yiynova ***
C’est notre doux rêve à deux,
Un jardin, grand et serein
Où planter arbres et fleures
Notre coin à nous de bonheur
– Isn’t nice here? Warm and cozy?
– blblbl…
– What you say?
– I say we should have not use a shoggoth to warm the ritual pool and even less bath in it.
– But it is cozy and warm. Isn’t it?
– blblbl…
***
– On est pas bien là ? Tranquilles et au chaud ?
– blblbl…
– Vous dites ?
– Je dis qu’on ne devrait pas utiliser un shoggoth pour réchauffer le bassin rituel et encore moins se baigner dedans.
– Mais avouez qu’on est bien là tout de suite. non ?
– blblbl…
– Isn’t nice here? Warm and cozy?
– blblbl…
– What you say?
– I say we should have not use a shoggoth to warm the ritual pool and even less bath in it.
– But it is cozy and warm. Isn’t it?
– blblbl…
***
– On est pas bien là ? Tranquilles et au chaud ?
– blblbl…
– Vous dites ?
– Je dis qu’on ne devrait pas utiliser un shoggoth pour réchauffer le bassin rituel et encore moins se baigner dedans.
– Mais avouez qu’on est bien là tout de suite. non ?
– blblbl…
Cairo, Egypt, March 19, 1925
Mouhammad reluctantly left the room of the Continental Hotel, letting Betty preparing the ritual with the various ornaments he fetched for her. That was a strange set of tools she asked him and he did his best to find them all. Buckler, arrows, arc, an ankh, a tiny sarcophagus… All this esoteric stuff was making him nervous, not that he feared the occult, but returning to the place he once worked was risky. He didn’t exactly leave a notice or any explanation of why he left his receptionist job, and “finding the love of his life” was not among accepted motive.
Betty told him not to look. She told him to return in a few hours. She said she will invoke the Spirit of Nets the Huntress to beg her for rest and protection.
He couldn’t resist and swiftly turned back. Using his pass on the door, he cautiously went back in the hotel room. He heard the words of Betty speaking softly some kind of prayer, in an unknown language. As he tried to hide behind the plants, he was overwhelmed by a sudden urge to sleep. He briefly saw a feline shadows, heard a strange metallic noise and fell to the ground unconscious.
And now he’s here. They all are here.
There is no time here. No past. No future. Only an eternal present. The grass is everywhere, taller than them. A gentle and warm wind is blowing. They feel presences out of their sight around them, furtive noises in the bushes of predators, but no fear. They feel protected, relaxed. Mouhammad saw Betty, alongside her sister. Betty was pregnant, and all signs of worry has disappear from her face. She was expecting, radiant, a true goddess. He fell in love again and sit with her. Keeva was slowly stroking the dog. John was alert, but calm and peaceful.
There was no pain, no worries, no anxiety, not even the slightest discomfort. For the first time since ages, they could relax themselves and forget for a while the tasks at hands, the horrible fraternity of the black Pharaoh and the impending return of Nitocris.
This was bliss though Mouhammad. He could stay here for ever. Betty leaned on him and said:
– I want to hunt small critters. To run after they little tails. I want to sleep in the sun and to be petted. This is a dream, I know that. Not The Dreamlands, ‘though… This is the dream of a cat.
Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook
Excerpt from an ongoing run of the “Mask of Nyarlathotep” campaign for the Chaosium “Call of Cthulhu” RPG
Words can heal too.
Use them profusely.
Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook
A nice place to rest, with friends all around.Rain has stopped and scents are bloomingI laid myself down, bare feet on the groundAnd decided to to produce a little drawing.
Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook
A nice place to rest, with friends all around.Rain has stopped and scents are bloomingI laid myself down, bare feet on the groundAnd decided to to produce a little drawing.
Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook