sunshine_queen | From Russia, with love.

Nita is much fun. Oh yes.

I am sick of my cough. GO AWAY.

Watched ESB on DVD. Need to watch it with commentary. And the extras disk.

I need to sleep.

But first, a little drabble that would've gone in a giant epic I never wrote had I written it.

He imagines that through the lattice of the confessional he cn see her eyes, liquid and repentant, Mary Magdalene eyes. The eyes of a reformed sinner, and he knows then that life is hopeless. He knows that no matter what, whether she's reformed or demonic, her penance will one day be counted out and he'll outstretch his arms to take some of it for her. There was no escape.

Her voice slides through the darkness, thick and real, pieces of her. Dulcet tones with a dark undercurrent, cyanide honey.

'I thought you were out,' she says, almost an accusation.

'I came back,' he replies. 'You would know something about that,' and her silence gives him the guilt of Iscariot.

When she finds her voice again, it is complete control. 'This cathedral is santuary,' she avoids his name. 'And this box... it gives absolution. Use them. Get out.' She moves away as though to leave, and he blurts out foolisly, 'And you?'

This time he can see her eyes, but the Magdalene he had hoped for was no where in evidence. Instead, her eyes glittered. 'I can't save you,' she says simply, though her tone gives the phrase endless possibilities, and it's all he can do to keep from sacrificing himself to her. And then she was gone, her heels clicking efficiently across the stone floor.

He imagines that the steps falter when she realizes he hasn't followed.