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Post by Eurydice on Apr 6, 2008 16:20:39 GMT -5
Angelica Paulsen Angelica shook her head, bemused, as she drained the glass of bourbon before her. Being an unwilling medium for a psychotic demon was easy. Marriage was hard. Her demonic employer still visited her, though not as frequently. He’d give her paltry tasks; she’d do them. She and her husband got into terrific rows over it. He wanted her to stop. Angelica didn’t see what the problem was. The requests her employer made weren’t nearly as risky as the ones he used to make. With a sigh, she poured herself another drink and waited patiently for her husband to come home.
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Post by Eurydice on Apr 6, 2008 16:22:00 GMT -5
Emily Emily had no time to register the eye of God turning to see them, no time to think of how she might describe it. If she were to give voice to the experience, it would have been in words of searing light, unrelenting burning. It wasn’t a vision of an New Testament God, omnibenevolent, all-forgiving; it was the original God, the one for whom punishment was instinct, God who demanded faith, God far more wonderful and terrible than that idiot Milton had ever imagined, for all his obsession over the idea. But she had no time to voice such thoughts.
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Post by Eurydice on Apr 6, 2008 16:22:59 GMT -5
Lady Maura Mordrellyn She hadn’t said goodbye to her first “family.” They’d simply drifted out of her life one day, and she had never found them again. She hadn’t said goodbye to her father; by the time she’d been able to, it wasn’t him. She hadn’t said goodbye to her forest. It was dying, now. She hadn’t said goodbye to her second “family.” They had been her whole life for the last six years. She hadn’t said goodbye to her apprentice. She hoped he would understand. She knew he would not. She had hoped that not saying goodbye might mean it wasn’t happening. *** ((considering replacing with something like the following, not sure--))Maura braced herself. This was harder than anything she had ever done alive. She hadn’t expected to keep watching as her body settled into death, hadn’t expected to watch Frod kneel over her for a moment, and then slip out the back window, leaving the shell of her body at peace. She knew what she was going to see next, and it hurt her more than anything she could imagine, but she would not turn away. Maura looked and did not look away as the door opened; she saw Davin see her dead body as he stepped into the room
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Post by Eurydice on Apr 7, 2008 21:45:10 GMT -5
Alcyone Lim On the trail ahead, Garrett held up a hand for silence. "Did you hear that?" Alcyone peered forward, around into the underbrush. She and the twins were on patrol duty, ahead of the rest of the group, and it had proven a dull morning so far. She tossed her dangling hair out of her face. "I didn’t hear anything." Garrett shrugged. "Me either, anymore. Must have been imagining things." Hanging back, bringing up the rear, Gally frowned. "You sure? I’m pretty sure I caught something too…" "Well," said Alcyone, "I can’t hear it." "Forget about it," said Garrett, forging on.
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Post by Eurydice on Apr 7, 2008 21:46:14 GMT -5
Kirjava Galvorn Valas held the girl’s tiny, unmoving body. It weighed next to nothing. Years, she’d staved off the cursed illness that had slowly consumed her, years until she’d found safety in his company, though still unable to find a cure. For years, she’d forced herself to keep going, in spite of her strength sapping out of her day by day, in spite of the evident futility of her struggle. Day by day, she’d kept up the struggle to breathe, only to end her hollow life here beside him. Valas held her, his eyes clenched shut, until she drew her last breath.
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