Seraphim has finished the portrait she promised Kyan1te… because Seraphim keeps her promises. She is very pleased with it, after her four month hiatus from daily painting, which she broke just recently with her ‘doll‘ painting, she already feels she has hit her stride again.
As Seraphim sits quietly in the becalmed front seat of her rollercoaster of change, the only thing that makes her sad is losing her lovely Kyan1te. She has no regrets about z0zo, Lia, or Megan, because she knows none of them had any genuine feelings for her, but she knows kyan1te loved her. Megan forced her devoted, submissive slave girl to make a choice, one she knew Kyan1te could only make one way, because she had no choice. And, of course, Seraphim knows that, Kyan1te loves Megan far more than she could possibly love Seraphim… it does not make what Megan did right.
Seraphim had promised Kyan a portrait. It’s too late to give it to her, now, but Seraphim has decided to go ahead and paint one, as therapy. She is painting Kyan1te without her slave collar, the one that defines her as Megan’s property, Megan’s to instruct and direct. Megan’s to control.
Seraphim managed to get Megan and kyan1te/m1nt to pose for some more populated shots of the bar…
… and the dance floor…
This morning, Seraphim’s wonderful little maid (wearing her ‘human disguise’ skin) took Seraphim dancing at her (Kyan1te’s) favourite scenic retreat, Garden of Dreams. Seraphim had never been there, before, and found the place very beautiful, almost like a Maxfield Parrish painting…
… Seraphim was not surprised to discover that Kyan1te danced beautifully…
… her electric blue eyes never left Seraphim’s pools of liquid black…
… and Seraphim got happily lost in those blue mirrors of her little maids…
… amazing, charming, loving electric soul.
Seraphim hasn’t spent much one-on-one time with Kyan1te, lately, so was very happy to do so today. Kyan1te was delighted to be wearing her new maids outfit, and was being even bouncier than usual… Seraphim and Megan had gone to the Kultivate Magazine art show yesterday evening and, despite her recent decision to stop spending so much money on her art collection, Seraphim couldn’t help buying a few works… she was showing these to her excited little niece-bot…
… Kyan1te was bouncing from picture to picture, happily critiquing them…
… and generally melting Seraphims heart with her sweet personality…
… and her guileless observations. After this, Kyan1te rushed about with her new feather duster, and cleaned absolutely everything in Seraphim’s large apartment, after which, her battery depleted, she was a tired little bot. Like a tired child, she pulled off her maid outfit, and lay down on the couch with Seraphim, put her head in Seraphim’s lap… and went to sleep…
… much to Seraphim’s surprise and delight! Kyan1te is, unless her batteries are depleted, a tireless ball of energy, whose only desire is to serve and comfort… to lay herself in Seraphim’s lap, allow her hair to be stroked, and to go to sleep is not in her programming…
… Seraphim sat contentedly for hours, just gently caressing Kyan1te’s hair, and marvelling at how beautiful a sleeping Kyan1te is.
Megan and Seraphim have spent the evening dancing in an empty dance-hall in Babbage. The hall was empty because Kyan1te had booked the entire place, so she could surprise her mother and aunt by, first serving them a 3-course meal she had catered herself, then…
… singing to them, as they danced, her beautiful, artificial voice perfectly modulated for the love songs she crooned to the objects of her affection…
… whilst those objects twirled and glided in each others arms, love light in their eyes…
… Kyan1te sang effortlessly on, the perfect artificial companion, totally devoted, a caterer, waitress, singer, lover, daughter, and niece, all in one gorgeous little package…
… after the evening was done, and Kyan1te off to her cabinet for her maintenance cycle, Megan and Seraphim talked into the night about what an attentive little toy Kyan1te was, and about many other things, too.
Megan is a shape-shifter, though she mostly manifests herself as a Neko, Seraphim has seen her in several different forms… but last night, she saw her, for the first time, as a human… who then sprouted gorgeous wings…
… as did her adoring daughter, Kyan1te, and the two of them leapt into the air above Seraphim’s head…
… and performed a beautiful aerial dance. It was then time for Kayan1te’s maintenance cycle, and she shut herself down. Seraphim and Megan decided to cross time zones, and visit another sim, ostensibly so Seraphim could find some wall displays she had taken a fancy to…
… but, as seems to happen whenever Seraphim and Megan get closer than a few meters to each other, they wound up in each others arms… initially looking at an old publication Megan had found under an antique sofa…
… which was soon forgotten in favour of more intimate scrutiny of each other…
… which lead to the magazine being returned to it’s original finding place, and Megan somehow, once again, becoming naked in her Seraphim’s loving arms.
Seraphim, Megan, and Kyan1te all bought new cars, yesterday. There ensued much driving. The highlight of all the driving, was in Megan’s new Platypus… a gorgeous, retro-styled little beast she has had her eye on for a while… and which happens to be…
… amphibious! Earlier in the day, whilst the threesome were test-driving Kyan’s Jupiter Concord, Kyan and Megan basically kidnapped a sweet little hermaphrodite they met in a road-side diner, and then there were four on the journey…
… many fellow travellers were encountered…
… and many new vistas were explored…
… along the way everyone fell out at least once, the Platypus changed colour several times, sprouted a roof, Seraphim and Kyan swapped seats (mainly due to their frequent snuggle sessions)…
… and the mirror acquired a doll, the dashboard a duck, and the windscreen a nav-sat console.
There are parts of the city, far below the teeming brothels and arms markets…
… where the sound of the falling ‘rain’ is as constant as the sound of surf on a terrestrial shore…
… where all the bars are empty, because the people are gone. Sometimes, in these decaying tombs of debauched squalor, beings appear…
… and act out long-forgotten scenes of loss, loneliness, and despair…
… where nothing is as it seems, nothing lasts…
… and no one gets out unchanged.
Avatar Life 