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Requiem for a Sybil
Apr. 27th, 2011 10:19 amI tear up every time I read this over, the images are vivid.
“How fitting!” Nora gave a weak laugh to the hand now positioned over her heart, “That I would not perish at the hand of my husband when he wanted to take advantage of my gift.” She let her head fall back onto Van Dean’s chest, glancing up at the eyes that she had never before personally witnessed, “Nor the spirits of Jannah looking to take me into a tree of my own.” Her eyes warmed with a honeyed fire of their own, “But that the demon that covets my little Orla will tear out the seat of my emotions. The essence of my life.” She laughed again, her eyes beginning to well with tears that would become caught on her eyelashes and fly out into the air when she blinked, “I am not afraid. Never afraid, and I turn boldly to my end.” Her voice hardened, “You are a fool, Caspius Van Dean.” Van Dean’s fingers tore into her chest with ease, cutting and tearing flesh and bone as if they were butter, but Nora Sybil’s screams were more surprised than pained, “Ah! Ah, sleep. Perhaps I’ll dream?”
“How fitting!” Nora gave a weak laugh to the hand now positioned over her heart, “That I would not perish at the hand of my husband when he wanted to take advantage of my gift.” She let her head fall back onto Van Dean’s chest, glancing up at the eyes that she had never before personally witnessed, “Nor the spirits of Jannah looking to take me into a tree of my own.” Her eyes warmed with a honeyed fire of their own, “But that the demon that covets my little Orla will tear out the seat of my emotions. The essence of my life.” She laughed again, her eyes beginning to well with tears that would become caught on her eyelashes and fly out into the air when she blinked, “I am not afraid. Never afraid, and I turn boldly to my end.” Her voice hardened, “You are a fool, Caspius Van Dean.” Van Dean’s fingers tore into her chest with ease, cutting and tearing flesh and bone as if they were butter, but Nora Sybil’s screams were more surprised than pained, “Ah! Ah, sleep. Perhaps I’ll dream?”
