Time Flies
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lslinesTitle: Time Flies
Rating: K+
Series: Antelia
Characters: Sei Visen; Sorcha
Prompt:36_plots; 31- Conflict with a God
Claimer: All mine.
Authors Note: Yet another series. I've had these characters around since the seventh grade, and I figured it was finally time to use them. The line "there was a time" wouldn't got of my head after watching Sleven last night (awesome movie, very violent though, highly reccomended).
Hands trace the muscles as they dance down her arms, lifting away at her wrists to lace fingers with her hands. Sei does not flinch away from the gesture, though she entertains the thought. Resting Her chin on Sei’s shoulder, She finally begins to speak.
“There was a time,” Her voice is deep and smooth, and it reminds Sei of chocolate and storm clouds. “A time when you loved me.”
Sei closes her eyes in understanding.
“A time when you didn’t say the prayers only because they were a habit and a requirement.”
Sei’s ears twitch guiltily.
“A time when you were my chosen priestess.”
Sei’s heart clenches in pain.
“There was once a time, but there is time no longer. I am stripping you of the title of High Priestess, and you shall remain here at the temple. Your colleagues will continue on without you. Jenna shall take your place. Do you understand?”
“Yes, my Goddess.”
“Ah, but will you do as I tell you?”
“No, my Goddess.”
“I knew you would say that. My dear, sweet, Sei…” Dark hair falls across Sei’s face, and warm breath brushes across her ear. “You’re in love with him.”
She shudders and bows her head, her voice hardly a whisper. “Yes.”
“He will die, you know.” Suddenly She is sitting in her throne, legs crossed at the knee, gentle smile on Her face. There is no sign that She’d ever been standing behind the young woman in the center of the room. Sei does not move, does not turn to look at Her. “Oh, don’t give me that look, I can see it even with your back turned. You should know better by now.”
“My Goddess, may I ask you something?”
“You just did. But yes, you may ask me another question, on the requirement you call me by my name.”
“Sorcha?”
“Yes?”
“How… How does he die?”
“It is an arrow. Quite a few arrows, in fact. Three to the chest, one to the face, two to the left leg.” Her smile is still gentle, but Her tone is malicious now. “The second one to hit his chest will hit him here.” She taps just below Her heart with a long, sharpened nail. “It will be fatal unless treated within half an hour.”
“We have a healer with us.”
“I know. But I wasn’t finished. The arrow that hits his face,” again She taps with her nail, this time to Her right cheek, “is poisoned. So your healer will have a choice. He can let him die of poisoning, or of a fatal wound. It is impossible to treat both.”
Sei finally spins around, anger simmering below her calm features. “Why are you doing this to him?”
“I am just a Goddess, Sei. I cannot be held responsible for the way every creature dies. I don’t work in that much detail. You should know that.”
Sei’s eye twitches, but she still keeps her emotions in check. “I know you, Sorcha. I know you better than you think I do. Now tell me why you’re doing this.”
Sorcha raises an eyebrow and smirks. Once more She moves, and again She is behind Sei, arms wrapped around her, mouth beside her ear. “Because you dream of him at night. Because every word he says to you makes you smile as if delirious. Because you imagine his arms comforting you.” She bites the edge of Sei’s ear, and tugs gently. Sei’s toes curl and her tail flicks as if to deter a fly. “Because,” Sorcha is whispering again, “because you no longer dream of me.”
Sei growls, and Sorcha laughs darkly. “Oh don’t hate me. You’re too beautiful to hate anyone, dearest Sei.” There is a razor in one hand, and with the other She pulls harshly at Sei’s flowing red hair. “But don’t forget me. Let the anger boil in your blood, let the feelings grow in your mind. Don’t let them cloud your judgment, but don’t forget. And perhaps, when your quest is over, perhaps you can return here, as a free woman rather than a serving priestess. And maybe then you can get your revenge.”
The razor slices neatly through her hair, and it floats down to the marble tiles around their feet.
“Don’t forget, don’t forget, don’t forget,” Sorcha chants musically as She swiftly cuts away at what once was her crowning glory. And Sei can’t hate Her, her beautiful goddess, because this means She is letting her leave, to continue their mission.
But there is no chance she will ever forget this day, and thoughts of revenge are like a virus in her mind, like spun sugar in her mouth.
Rating: K+
Series: Antelia
Characters: Sei Visen; Sorcha
Prompt:
36_plots; 31- Conflict with a GodClaimer: All mine.
Authors Note: Yet another series. I've had these characters around since the seventh grade, and I figured it was finally time to use them. The line "there was a time" wouldn't got of my head after watching Sleven last night (awesome movie, very violent though, highly reccomended).
Hands trace the muscles as they dance down her arms, lifting away at her wrists to lace fingers with her hands. Sei does not flinch away from the gesture, though she entertains the thought. Resting Her chin on Sei’s shoulder, She finally begins to speak.
“There was a time,” Her voice is deep and smooth, and it reminds Sei of chocolate and storm clouds. “A time when you loved me.”
Sei closes her eyes in understanding.
“A time when you didn’t say the prayers only because they were a habit and a requirement.”
Sei’s ears twitch guiltily.
“A time when you were my chosen priestess.”
Sei’s heart clenches in pain.
“There was once a time, but there is time no longer. I am stripping you of the title of High Priestess, and you shall remain here at the temple. Your colleagues will continue on without you. Jenna shall take your place. Do you understand?”
“Yes, my Goddess.”
“Ah, but will you do as I tell you?”
“No, my Goddess.”
“I knew you would say that. My dear, sweet, Sei…” Dark hair falls across Sei’s face, and warm breath brushes across her ear. “You’re in love with him.”
She shudders and bows her head, her voice hardly a whisper. “Yes.”
“He will die, you know.” Suddenly She is sitting in her throne, legs crossed at the knee, gentle smile on Her face. There is no sign that She’d ever been standing behind the young woman in the center of the room. Sei does not move, does not turn to look at Her. “Oh, don’t give me that look, I can see it even with your back turned. You should know better by now.”
“My Goddess, may I ask you something?”
“You just did. But yes, you may ask me another question, on the requirement you call me by my name.”
“Sorcha?”
“Yes?”
“How… How does he die?”
“It is an arrow. Quite a few arrows, in fact. Three to the chest, one to the face, two to the left leg.” Her smile is still gentle, but Her tone is malicious now. “The second one to hit his chest will hit him here.” She taps just below Her heart with a long, sharpened nail. “It will be fatal unless treated within half an hour.”
“We have a healer with us.”
“I know. But I wasn’t finished. The arrow that hits his face,” again She taps with her nail, this time to Her right cheek, “is poisoned. So your healer will have a choice. He can let him die of poisoning, or of a fatal wound. It is impossible to treat both.”
Sei finally spins around, anger simmering below her calm features. “Why are you doing this to him?”
“I am just a Goddess, Sei. I cannot be held responsible for the way every creature dies. I don’t work in that much detail. You should know that.”
Sei’s eye twitches, but she still keeps her emotions in check. “I know you, Sorcha. I know you better than you think I do. Now tell me why you’re doing this.”
Sorcha raises an eyebrow and smirks. Once more She moves, and again She is behind Sei, arms wrapped around her, mouth beside her ear. “Because you dream of him at night. Because every word he says to you makes you smile as if delirious. Because you imagine his arms comforting you.” She bites the edge of Sei’s ear, and tugs gently. Sei’s toes curl and her tail flicks as if to deter a fly. “Because,” Sorcha is whispering again, “because you no longer dream of me.”
Sei growls, and Sorcha laughs darkly. “Oh don’t hate me. You’re too beautiful to hate anyone, dearest Sei.” There is a razor in one hand, and with the other She pulls harshly at Sei’s flowing red hair. “But don’t forget me. Let the anger boil in your blood, let the feelings grow in your mind. Don’t let them cloud your judgment, but don’t forget. And perhaps, when your quest is over, perhaps you can return here, as a free woman rather than a serving priestess. And maybe then you can get your revenge.”
The razor slices neatly through her hair, and it floats down to the marble tiles around their feet.
“Don’t forget, don’t forget, don’t forget,” Sorcha chants musically as She swiftly cuts away at what once was her crowning glory. And Sei can’t hate Her, her beautiful goddess, because this means She is letting her leave, to continue their mission.
But there is no chance she will ever forget this day, and thoughts of revenge are like a virus in her mind, like spun sugar in her mouth.
