hummingbird sister-slayer (cremnomys) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-04-26 20:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !narrative, elvira treveil |
you were born into the end of one war, and now you're staring straight down the barrel at another.
Who: Elvira Treveil.
What: A new assignment.
Where: LeSait, around Emillion.
When: Today, Saturday evening.
Warnings: PG.
Status: Complete narrative.
Weather forecast calls for clear skies and heavy hearts as the city mourns still for the deaths of the loss and the mysteries yet to come in the future. The air thickens with the citizens' sorrow, or perhaps the ghosts of their dearly beloved. (hello hello, sister? are you there.) Elvira — today, she is still Elvira — can't breathe, lungs full with noise pollution of others' sobs. She taps her feet while waiting in the seat across from the Grand Inquisitor's secretary. Hummingbird smiles. Resume smalltalk. (This is a funeral day.) This is any other day, the funeral is over. "She’s ready for you." An hour passes after those words are spoken and her life is changed and she replays it in her head again and again and again after leaving Heinlein's office. CLASSIFIED: ------------ the HOLY CITY and ------ --------- They tell her: A new name, a new life. Leave the silly people here and their carrion of a city for a holier land. His Eminence and his band of silver blades (silly men) will rust without aid. They said none of this at all. She hears: Holy-woman, you've flown too close to the sun. Your wings are melting. (They were never real.) She is better than this, everything. She is nothing at all. Erase everything built by her hands, a network webbing together everyone she has known and touched still left standing. Start anew. She holds the envelope that houses her mission with shaking hands. Something inside her clicks and whirrs, calculates. How many moments left. No need to pack, that has already been done. Her heart pounds, tick-tock, excitement building. Soon, she will be someone else not herself (if she was ever herself) but always Faram's. |