Silver is a very good friend of mine, in fact, if I'm honest, I'm in love with him and I was from the first moment he spoke to me. It doesn't make a blind bit of difference to me that he exists only in my mind... after all my fantasies about unobtainable 'real' people (Jonny Depp) exist just as much in my imagination. If you believe in multiple universes then, somewhere, Silver is real.
I have written many characters since Silver, and I've been fond of many of them, but none have even come close. He is my shining angel, my golden boy. He is so badly damaged, been through so many terrible things, but he is so sweet and has such an unspoiled innocence about him, despite it all. He is pure and lovely and I adore him.
So, without any further ado... I give you Silver, the star of the Enigma series.
What colour do you like best to paint with?
This is a difficult one. Apart from
River, my art is the most important thing in my life and I get so lost in it
that I’m not really thinking about what colours I’m using. I get an idea for a
painting and then I just paint it. I don’t plan paintings in advance so I don’t
plan colours.
Blue and purple are my favourite
colours… well and that really nice shade of green that’s almost blue, and rose
pink, and the really deep red that I use to shade red roses, and the green that
accents trees in spring, and the yellow that I use for highlighting hair and
sometimes on the sun and lots of things that the sun touches in bright
paintings.
My paintings are lighter than they
used to me, not so dark anyway. River has a lot to do with that, because he
makes me feel lighter. But, I think purple and blue are my favourites… kind of…
sometimes. I really like painting skies with purple and pink. I like the way
that light reflects on the underside of clouds and then kind of bleeds into sky
and any water that’s around. It’s nice to use oils and acrylics to paint those
pictures because the paints blend really nicely and… Oh. River tells me I’m
getting off the point. I do that a lot when I’m talking about my art.
I think the point I’m making is
that I can’t choose what colour is my favourite.
What is your favorite scent?
River. He smells so nice all the time. I like it best when he uses the shampoo that smells like apples and it’s all sharp and sweet. It’s nice when all the artificial smells wear off, though, like when he’s sweaty or he hasn’t used products in the shower and I can actually smell the smell of River. My favourite part of him is when I put my nose in… What? Why can’t I talk about that? It is my favourite scent after all. It isn’t as if I’m going to go into details about what I do down there… like when I use my tongue to… Alright, Alright… I’ll leave it there. River, River is my favourite scent.
Apart from that… rain. I really
like the fresh smell when it’s raining loads. I like to dance in the rain, but
River won’t come out with me most of the time. He says I’m weird but I don’t
care. I like being weird if it means I can dance in the rain. So what if it’s
cold because then, when I come back in, I have a warm shower and mostly River
gets in the shower with me and… Alright… Okay… I don’t know what you’re so
worried about anyway. You told me to be honest didn’t you? I am NOT sulking.
How far backward can you bend? (LOL)
All the way. I can put my feet on my head. I used to be able to go back further and put my feet on my shoulders but I haven’t been so flexible since I got hurt. River says that I’m a freak for being able to do what I can with my body, but he should have seen me before. It’s been quite hard getting this much flexibility back and I’m determined to go as far as I can, although River doesn’t like it when I use all my skills because he says it’s too much for him. I tease him all the time for not being adventurous enough. He’ll play sometimes and then I can… Oh, not again! Can I say ANYTHING?
And don’t forget who’s
supposed to be giving this interview anyway. I don’t see your name on the top
of the page.
Coffee, Cocoa or Tea?
What’s Cocoa? Oh, right. Well yeah, I like that, but coffee is my favourite. I like it black with no sugar. I don’t like tea very much, although Hester makes it cold with honey in the summer and that’s really nice so I suppose I like tea too, but I think coffee is my favourite.
Early riser or late to bed?
Both. I don’t sleep very much. I suppose it’s because I was always on call with my Masters and I could be woken at any time, so I guess I got used to staying awake just in case. I tend to nap a lot during the day.
What is your favorite place to be touched?
So, am I allowed to answer this one without interruptions. As long as I’m good? Honey, I’m ALWAYS good. Aw, that hurt.
Actually, the place I like to be
touched more than anywhere, is on my hair. No one ever used to touch my hair
before. They were too busy touching the rest of me. Sometimes, someone would
brush my hair, before a show or something, and I have always loved to brush my
hair myself but no one touched it just for the sake of it.
One of my first proper memories of
River was him brushing and drying my hair. I like it when I cuddle up to him
and he strokes my hair. Of course, it’s a lot shorter now, but that doesn’t
matter, it’s the top part that feels nicest. Sometimes, he kind of wriggles his
fingers in it and makes little circles on my scalp and it makes me shiver and
it gets hard… Sigh, I’m going to ignore that… hard to concentrate and not go to
sleep. River says I’m like a cat, but I haven’t really seen a cat so I don’t
know what they do
Ideal evening; cuddling or sex?
What do you think? I’m not going to say another word because, if I do, River will hit me again.
On the other hand, I do like
cuddling. I like to have a shower and put on the big fluffy bathrobe and
snuggle up to River on the sofa. We watch films and talk about all sorts of
things. Although, thinking about it, we pretty much always end up having sex
anyway so, I suppose – both.
Favorite fabric, silk or fleece?
Silk, it’s cool and soft and makes a really nice noise when it moves, kind of a swishing noise. I like to rub my cheek on it and wrap it around me. When I was with my Master I had a robe I used to wear when I was dancing sometimes. It was all swirly colours and made of silk. I loved the way it felt against my body.
On the other hand, fleece is
lovely. When I lie on the big white sheep in front of the fire, it feels like
I’m sinking right into it and it’s so warm and comfortable. I like to rub my
cheek against that too, and to raise my arms over my head and wriggle so it
tickles my body.
From the way he’s looking at me, I
know River doesn’t want me to mention this but it’s one of my favourite places
to have sex. Don’t look like that, I’m not going into details.
Who
is David Willis and how did he affect you?
Apart from River, David is the only man
I have ever loved. He was a slave, like me, when we were with my last master.
We fell in love but it wasn’t allowed and he… he… well, we didn’t know it
wasn’t allowed you see. We’d never been told.
How did he affect me? Well… it’s not
easy to talk about but… He was my first love. He was the only thing I can ever
remember having loved before River. He opened my heart and, for a long time I
couldn’t bear to live in a world that had done something so bad to him. He
taught me about true sacrifice, about loving someone so much you’d do anything
for them, no matter what it cost.
I think that, without David I would
never have left my Master and I would still be there now, not really living, not
like this. David make me think, made me feel, made want to break free… to be
free to love. In the end it was David who really freed me.
Will you see Robert again? (David's brother)
Of course I will. He’s really nice. I’ve met his dad now, too. It was really hard, in the beginning, to talk about David. The first time we got together and they showed me photographs of him when he was young, I cried a lot and had nightmares about what happened to him. I still have them sometimes, but not so often these days.
He looked so happy in the
photographs, as if he didn’t have a care in the world. He still had some of
that sweetness when he was with me but he was different, of course, a different
person. I wish I’d known him like he was before. I think I would have loved him
even more. No… I don’t think it would have been possible to love him more.
Sorry River. I know you don’t like it when I talk about being in love with
David. No matter what you say, I can see it in your eyes. But I can’t help it.
I was in love with him. No, it’s okay River, I’m fine. I can talk about it now,
you know that, but it still hurts. It will always hurt.
How do you forgive others for their crimes against you?
I don’t understand what you mean? Oh. Well, I don’t really think about it. I don’t hate them, I never had. Why would I? They’re not part of my life anymore and… well… I don’t really remember the early times, the bad times when they were… you know… training me, and after… Well, sometimes it was hard but…
I don’t know how to explain really.
It wasn’t a bad life, you see. I was warm and comfortable and well fed. People
were nice to me, on the whole. When I danced I was in another world, a
wonderful world where it was only me and the wind and the movement. I loved to
use my body to express the way I was feeling and the sense of excitement was
the best feeling. It still is when I’m able to dance, although it’s not often
these days.
I didn’t know that what I was doing
was wrong, not then. When we did shows, I had a really good time, especially
when it was just me and David. Our voices went well together and when we… I’m
sorry River, but I did… I did have sex with David as part of the show, and I
did enjoy it. I’m not ashamed of it, not even now. It was part of my life and
it’s a part that’s precious to me because I shared it with David.
Okay, sometimes I didn’t like it
when I had to have sex with strangers, because they weren’t always very nice to
me, but I don’t hate them, because that’s what I was supposed to do and I guess
that’s what they were supposed to do.
I’m not saying that I want to go back to that, but it wasn’t a bad life
and so I don’t see there’s anyone
to be angry with, or anything to
forgive really.
As for Faith, well… I suppose I
might find it hard to forgive him, not because of what he did to me, but
because of what he did to River. But he’s gone so there’s no point is there?
I suppose, to be able to say how I
forgive I would have to understand it myself and I don’t really… I just do.
What does love mean to you?
River. He is everything to me. He
is more important than anyone in the world, even me. I would do anything for
him. When I think about him it makes me smile inside, it makes me warm. There
is a huge part of me that all wrapped up in River and, if he wasn’t here
anymore that part would be a huge hole. I had a hole like that after David died
and it didn’t fill up again, until I finally let him go, and he took the
emptiness with him.
Love is about sacrifice. It’s about
being allowed to be yourself but being part of someone else at the same time.
Love is being safe and warm and cared for. Love is about never wanting to have
sex with anyone else ever again. No I do NOT keep coming back to sex. No… I
don’t think love and sex are the same thing, or even connected at all. I didn’t
love any of the men I had sex with when I was a slave and I didn’t love David
because we had sex. I was having plenty of that at the time so it wasn’t
anything special. Except that it was special because it was with David. I think
that’s what love is… something that makes everything special, even things that
have always been around, things you haven’t thought twice about before.
Well… let’s face it, I haven’t
exactly had a lot of practice with being
in love, so it’s the best I can do.
What exactly was your 'job' while
you were held in bondage?
I
was expected to spend a lot of time taking care of myself – practicing my
skills, keeping my body fit, making sure my skin was soft and flawless, taking
care of my hair and that kind of things.
I
didn’t have any duties around the house at all, although sometimes I’d serve at
Master’s dinner parties.
The
most important thing I did was the performance. In the beginning it was mostly
having sex with people my Masters told me to have sex with, but when they
realised what I could really do with my body, they stared to concentrate on the
performing.
I
used to do a show mostly every night. Sometimes it was just dancing and
sometimes singing too. With my last Master I used to go out to other places to
perform and lots of people would come to watch. I liked that, it made me proud.
I liked it best when my Master told me how much respect and honour I brought
him. He’d take me to his private rooms and sometimes we wouldn’t even have sex;
he’d just pet me and let me fall asleep on the cushions or even in his bed
sometime. It was lovely to wake up in a proper bed with a warm body and
someone’s arms around me. It’s lovelier now it’s River, of course.
What happens at the church that causes
such a turnaround in your attitude?
I think that, until then, without
realising it, I was feeling guilty about everything that happened. Then, in the
church, especially when I was talking to Robert, I realised that, if I didn’t
go on, if I didn’t get strong and make a good life, I would be throwing
everything he did for me back in his face.
The guilt kind of… well it didn’t
go away but it stopped being the most important thing, the thing that makes it
hurt most when I think about David. After that, it was easier to think about
him and it was easier to want to live. Of course, having River there with me
was a huge thing too. He had gone to so much trouble to find Robert, and to
arrange the meeting and the painting and everything, I realised that I was
being really selfish and I needed to snap out of it and start living in the
present and not the past.
It was just a shock that jolted me
out of my self-pity I guess.
WOW, is it done? I feels like I’ve
been talking about myself for ages. Not that it’s a problem but I figure
everyone must be bored by now. Thanks for listening to me rambling. I’m tired
now. I still get tired a lot. I’ll probably sleep in the car when River takes
me home. Maybe I’ll take a nap on the fleece.
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