Sirya and Jilyann
Dec. 19th, 2006 05:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sarasteThis is something I've written quite a long time ago...
These characters have been with me for some years now but I had all but abandoned them after graduating from high school. The same has happened to some of my other original characters too. It makes me sad. And I actually found a very old note/idea I had noted down on paper maybe in 2001/2002 and I'm thinking of maybe doing something with it. But this isn't about that note. Nope. This is about Sirya and Jilyann.
They first emerged in my mind who knows when and made their way to a sort of crappy unfinished comic in maybe 2003?? Don't remember.. Anyways, found this old piece of writing, I'm stil fiddling with the idea, I have another way this could happen.. Can't decide if it really is better than this..
But, here you go...
These characters have been with me for some years now but I had all but abandoned them after graduating from high school. The same has happened to some of my other original characters too. It makes me sad. And I actually found a very old note/idea I had noted down on paper maybe in 2001/2002 and I'm thinking of maybe doing something with it. But this isn't about that note. Nope. This is about Sirya and Jilyann.
They first emerged in my mind who knows when and made their way to a sort of crappy unfinished comic in maybe 2003?? Don't remember.. Anyways, found this old piece of writing, I'm stil fiddling with the idea, I have another way this could happen.. Can't decide if it really is better than this..
But, here you go...
Sirya glanced sideways.
"Is it what you really want? I mean, really?"
"Sirya", Jilyann sighed wearily, "I thought you for dead many years. Now that I have you back I don't just want to die... How ever much the thought of dying in your arms would thrill me.."
After this, the dark haired elven woman drew in a ragged breath. Sirya forced herself to watch as her lover gasped for air, her lungs so badly raped by the illness which haunted her features, that they would fail to keep her alive for much longer.
Sirya wondered about how long Jilyann's steps had been affected by the disease slowly eating her alive. About how Jilyann's days had become more and more difficult, making her already slim and delicate face into a skull-like mask marked by the stain of death. Days spent without love. Only memories had been able to sustain her now frail lover for this long. If Sirya were to leave now, Jilyann would die within a day. A grim fate after their reunion.
"I love you. And if I do it, there is a slight chance you'll lose yourself into the night."
"I'm willing to take any chance to be with you again and to live. Earlier, I thought death would rather separate than reunite us."
Jilyann moved her head wearily on the pillow, looking into Sirya's eyes, pleading. In her eyes Sirya saw death. A blackness which would consume that pale face, leaving behind only emptiness.
Sirya kneeled on the side of Jilyann's bed. She stroked the soft dark curls surrounding her lovers face, fondling them with her long pale fingers. Then she softly touched Jilyann's cheek, Jilyann sighed with pleasure for she had longed for that touch for years. Years filled with loneliness, mental images the only thing keeping her sane at times. To be touched by the woman she loved after so many lonely nights and meaningless days. Her breath was caught in her throat as if her illness had become flesh and was trying to suffocate her, as it did. She coughed up blood. A sob escaped from the blonde elf beside her bed.
"This is going to hurt."
"I love you."
"I love you too.."
Jilyann's eyes widened in pain as Sirya sank her teeth into the pale skin of her neck, going for the jugular vein. She could hear blood rushing in her ears and she was falling, falling into darkness. Suddenly, she jerked back into consciousness. Everything felt sharp, new. Nothing was, and would never be, the same. Yet there was something which remained untouched. Her love for Sirya. Even the dark waves of vampiric blood hadn't been able to drown it.
"Is it what you really want? I mean, really?"
"Sirya", Jilyann sighed wearily, "I thought you for dead many years. Now that I have you back I don't just want to die... How ever much the thought of dying in your arms would thrill me.."
After this, the dark haired elven woman drew in a ragged breath. Sirya forced herself to watch as her lover gasped for air, her lungs so badly raped by the illness which haunted her features, that they would fail to keep her alive for much longer.
Sirya wondered about how long Jilyann's steps had been affected by the disease slowly eating her alive. About how Jilyann's days had become more and more difficult, making her already slim and delicate face into a skull-like mask marked by the stain of death. Days spent without love. Only memories had been able to sustain her now frail lover for this long. If Sirya were to leave now, Jilyann would die within a day. A grim fate after their reunion.
"I love you. And if I do it, there is a slight chance you'll lose yourself into the night."
"I'm willing to take any chance to be with you again and to live. Earlier, I thought death would rather separate than reunite us."
Jilyann moved her head wearily on the pillow, looking into Sirya's eyes, pleading. In her eyes Sirya saw death. A blackness which would consume that pale face, leaving behind only emptiness.
Sirya kneeled on the side of Jilyann's bed. She stroked the soft dark curls surrounding her lovers face, fondling them with her long pale fingers. Then she softly touched Jilyann's cheek, Jilyann sighed with pleasure for she had longed for that touch for years. Years filled with loneliness, mental images the only thing keeping her sane at times. To be touched by the woman she loved after so many lonely nights and meaningless days. Her breath was caught in her throat as if her illness had become flesh and was trying to suffocate her, as it did. She coughed up blood. A sob escaped from the blonde elf beside her bed.
"This is going to hurt."
"I love you."
"I love you too.."
Jilyann's eyes widened in pain as Sirya sank her teeth into the pale skin of her neck, going for the jugular vein. She could hear blood rushing in her ears and she was falling, falling into darkness. Suddenly, she jerked back into consciousness. Everything felt sharp, new. Nothing was, and would never be, the same. Yet there was something which remained untouched. Her love for Sirya. Even the dark waves of vampiric blood hadn't been able to drown it.
