Reading: "I, of the necromantic gloam" from COVEAL OF THE HEDONIC (A.Glass 2025)

 

As a vision enters his mind, of his semen spurting over Ellie’s ass cheeks, anus and vagina. As the visualized thought dissipates. Yes, a discipline, thinking to himself, as he turns off the water tap, exiting the shower recess, reaching for a towel hanging across from the him, lifting it off its rack, he dries his face and hair. Attaching the towel around his waist, he opens the mirrored cabinet in front of him.
“You darling,” Darius says, as she views a handwritten note wrapped around a small bottle of perfume. Lifting it down, removing the note, he places to the vile left of the sink. He reads the note.
“I know you really liked the sample I got from a makeup company awhile back. So, I bought you a “sample” vial of INTOX MYSTIQUE. Enjoy gorgeous Adorjan. Do your thing tonight! I guess, by now I’m on a plane on en route to NYC! Yay!
Love, Ellie. X”
Smiling, he scrunches up the note, setting it aside, reaching for the spray on deodorant, looking over Ellie’s hair products she has left behind. “Leave in conditioner, and a matte low hold finish. These will do nicely.” Applying the hair products, washing his hands, removing the towel from around his waist, whilst drying his hands. Naked, he walks into her bedroom, dimming the lights, he places the perfume down at her bedside table, holding the glass with his semen in it, with is left index finger, he dabs it into the pleasantly scented sexual elixir of the masculine, to both of his shoulders, in the same manner above his pelvis in a counterclockwise motion. Representing an inverted pyramid, then tapping either side of inside of his wrists and then either side of his neck. Lifting up the bottle of perfume, spraying onto the semen applied areas, mixing both scents, his sexual allure to the perfumed scent of Tuberose, Coffee, Cardamom and Frankincense.
Looking over Ellie’s bed, Darius begins to tidy the satin sheets, ensuing that it looks neat and bed sheets are folded into its frame. Walking towards where the wardrobe is, right of the queen size bed. With both hands, he opens its doors. Seeing some of Ellie’s clothes which have remained on hangars, the rest packed away with her on route to New York. He looks down at the neatly folded pile of clothes sitting on a small box, with a pair of sneakers below. There is also note on top. Lifting the note with his left hand.
"I think this is what you’ll like, picked out a bunch of designer stuff from online. Tops are large and pants medium, shoes are sized at Forty Five. Even got you some underwear and socks! Hope you like!
P.S. Please use one of my Moroccan scarves/shawl. I know you like.
Ellie X"

Darius places the pile of clothes down onto the bed, lifting up the pair of sneakers. Studying them.

“Nice, dark green, non descriptive, stylish...”
He then kneels down, opening up the plastic container to which the clothes were sitting on, taking out underwear and socks.
“...Well, let's get ready.”
He begins to dress himself.
Completing the ensemble which Ellie had picked out for him, he looks at himself in the mirror, admiring the black viscose and cotton black, baggy style cargo's, the stylized dark green sneakers and the dark purple t-shirt, it its slouchy look
“She did very good and…” He lifts of a clothes hanger a dark blue, polyamide jacket…” Looking over the inside of the wardrobe door, where Ellie has draped various scarfs, he eyes the dark gray large linen shawl.
“...This one...” Wrapping the shawl around his neck and shoulders. Smiling, reaching into his right pocket he places on his jewelry. “...Rings and necklace are of course mine.”
Attaching the two two sets of rings to each of his middle fingers, with the left middle finger sits an unconventional shaped a zirconium black ring, sitting below a silver ring and. On his right, a large ornamented silver ring atop of a tungsten. He then looks dons around his neck a medium length silver necklace, with an inverted blood stone pyramid.
“It’s time to visit her.”

Before closing the door to Ellie’s apartment, he looks within its interior and the way that she has crafted its minimalist and stylized setting. He closes the door, which directly connects to an alleyway. Facing North, he sees that the twilight has all but faded.
Walking down the paved narrow alleyway, Darius looks up at the teak wood paneling, which lines the exterior of the architecturally designed apartment block, which seems slightly out of place to its surroundings. Passing by a Nineteen Seventies apartment, opposite to where Ellie lives, which is in stark contrast, with its discarded furniture and rubbish strewn around its car park. On the corner of the alleyway lies the metallic framework of a development which hasn’t progressed, in all of its dystopian charm.
“Gentrification,” Darius remarks, chuckling to himself turning right onto Flemington Road, with its four laneways bustling with traffic. Crossing at the lights, he makes his way to the tram stop, which will take him onto O’Shanassy Street in North Melbourne.

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Reading: "I, of the Necromantic Gloam" from COVEAL OF THE HEDONIC (A.Glass 2025).