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Post by tingrin on Sept 2, 2006 16:31:44 GMT -5
Dearest Illyana
It has been a most interesting day here in Westchester. A new young lady has commenced living with us. Her name is Sibylinka and she speaks beautiful Russian. It is quite a treat to converse with someone in my own language here in the mansion.
We went out for coffee and had a lovely conversation. She and I have very much in common.
Piotr sucked on the end of the pen. He had retreated to one of the classrooms simply for somewhere quiet to go and sat at the back of one of the rooms scribbling an update to his sister as was his traditional way to spend an evening.
I hope our parents are well. I have been thinking that when things here at the Mansion have calmed somewhat, I will pay a visit home. It has been too long. You must be quite a young lady by now.
Piotr sighed. He missed his beloved little Snowflake.
It was funny, but since meeting Sibyl, he had actually discovered that he was far more homesick than he had realised.
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Post by oracle on Sept 2, 2006 16:38:03 GMT -5
She couldn't believe it. After all this time, things were still exactly as they'd always been. Almost running down the hallway, she tried to stop the tears falling down her pale face, but couldn't. As someone rounded the corner, she gasped, not wanting to be seen crying. She ducked into a classroom, and shut the door quickly behind her.
Her vision blurred by tears, she clapped her hands to her face and sobbed, leaning back on the door and sinking slowly to sit on the floor.
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Post by tingrin on Sept 2, 2006 16:42:58 GMT -5
Piotr looked up at the sound of the door opening and laid down his pen when he saw who it was.
"Sibyl," he began warmly, right before he realised that his new friend was crying. "Sibyl!"
Piotr Rasputin had the kindest heart and sweetest nature any man could ever have possessed and it distressed him greatly to see anybody cry. Thus it was in a few short steps he had closed the distance between them and, taking her elbow gently guided her to the closest chair and sat her down.
He crouched down in front of her, his face the very picture of concern and tipped his head on one side. "Sibyl, what is the matter? Can I help? Has someone hurt you? Upset you?"
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Post by oracle on Sept 2, 2006 16:48:59 GMT -5
She tried to catch her breath, but was too upset. It seemed every time she convinced herself to calm down, she'd remember something and a new wash of tears would fall.
Sibyl wiped at her eyes again and again, looking at him with beautiful pink irises. "Oh Piotr," she began in Russian. "I have been given the most awful news." sobbing anew, she leaned forward to put her arms around him and clung tightly, her body trembling with emotion.
Calming after a few moments, she let her head rest on his shoulder as she spoke. "The man to whom I was married... he was cruel. He wanted me only for my Sight and in truth, he hated mutants." She sat up, wiping her eyes and looking at him, her lips trembling.
"The authorities had been trying to find him since I escaped him in Texas..." she shook her head sadly, trying to hold back new tears. "They say now he has another girl, but she is just a CHILD..." Sibyl sucked in a breath and held it a moment, but couldn't stop crying. Putting her hands to her face again, she let go and sobbed.
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Post by tingrin on Sept 2, 2006 16:53:51 GMT -5
"Sibyl, Sibyl, it is all going to be just fine," said Piotr, soothingly, putting his arms around her when she released him and holding her closely to him. She was so small, almost frail and he held her as gently as he could, conscious of his size against hers.
Rather anxiously he continued the subject, not wishing to pry.
"If he was a cruel man as you say, you should be relieved perhaps that he has found somewhere else to focus his attentions. This will leave you free to live your own life as you see fit without fearing him."
Piotr was surprised at how angry he felt and how much animosity he suddenly bore towards a man he had never met, nor who he would ever be likely to meet.
"Do not cry. Here." He offered her his handkerchief a little awkwardly.
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Post by oracle on Sept 2, 2006 16:58:32 GMT -5
Sibyl fixed him with one of the most guilt-ridden, heartbroken expressions he'd ever seen. Her voice was only a whisper.
"Petya... I do not care for myself. I..." she dried her cheeks with his handkerchief, nodding a thank you, one arm slipping around his neck again. "Because I was not strong enough to end his life when I had a chance... he is hurting a little girl." she closed her eyes, a few tears falling down her alabaster skin.
Her head fell forward and her forehead rested against his. Her voice was only a whisper. "What am I going to do... I have to stop him." Her next breath shuddered, and she sighed.
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Post by tingrin on Sept 2, 2006 17:01:23 GMT -5
"What am I going to do... I have to stop him."
Hurting a little girl.
Visions of his beloved Illyana flashed through his eyes and he looked at Sibylinka, a terrible sadness in his eyes. "You will do nothing," he began, "except to tell me everything you know of this man, where I may find him, so that I may rip out his intestines and weave a basket from them."
He used light words, easy humour, but his tone was deadly serious.
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Post by oracle on Sept 2, 2006 17:10:52 GMT -5
Sibyl sniffed, wiping her eyes and looking at him. He was so sincere, so honest. So beautiful. What a wonderful human being.
She touched his face, smiling a bit at the thought of Piotr weaving a basket of her husband's intestines. "No Petya... I would not have you endanger yourself, or be in trouble with the law for me. But... if I can help them catch him.. Petya will you help me, to be strong?"
She couldn't wait for an answer, loving him already for the sweet things he had said. On an impulse she kissed him, pressing their lips together. As they parted she did not lift her eyes, wondering if she'd gone too far.
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Post by tingrin on Sept 2, 2006 17:14:29 GMT -5
He was deeply relieved to get a smile out of her, even if it was as fleeting as a soap bubble. "It will all be fine," he reassured her, mere seconds before she kissed him.
Time passed.
Time passed almost unbelievably slowly.
Time does that.
When she broke away from him, he raised a shaking hand up to his lips and touched them in wonderment. He looked at Sibyl in surprise, then he leaned forward, put his hand behind her head and drew her back to him for another kiss.
"It will be alright," he whispered. "I promise."
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