Post by Magik on Oct 13, 2005 8:53:39 GMT -5
Things really just kept going better than she had anticipated, even though Illyana was pretty sure that Mystique was miffed at her and was simply plotting revenge for another time. Most likely a grueling training session. Oh well. Such were the rules of survival. Eggs occasionally had to be broken.
"Sometimes."
Illyana nodded, more than willing to let the conversation pass away. In fact, she had no more words for Mystique currently other than a cordial goodbye. Words were a commodity that could not always be afforded. Besides, she had passed on the information that had been troubling her, shared the uneasy feeling in her gut. In her mind, the Soulsword continued to hum in warning, but it seemed a little quieter now, reassured that someone agreed with it even if nothing visible was being done to ascertain that there wasn't an eminent threat.
She didn't even notice that Mystique had moved until she said, "If you ruin that, you're buying a new one." and gestured toward the carpet. Glancing down, Illyana saw that she had managed to work only one of the fibers out, which was more than enough to keep her occupied for a little while longer.
"Fair enough," she said and stilled her hands for a second, tangling them together as she kept her eyes glued to her superior.
"I have work to do. Is there anything else you feel we need to discuss, or should I leave you to your... sitting aimlessly on the floor?"
Illyana remained on the floor. Watching. Waiting. "No, nothing at all. Though if I may be of any service, do let me know. Sir."
Thus, her attention shifted away from Mystique and back to the ceiling, her eyes riveted on it, thinking, as her fingers began to work on the lone carpet fiber she had managed to free. More time. An endless stretch of time. It seemed so slow here some days.
In Limbo, time was fluid. Here it had its own rules to follow, something she had never been able to become completely comfortable with since her return.
"Sometimes."
Illyana nodded, more than willing to let the conversation pass away. In fact, she had no more words for Mystique currently other than a cordial goodbye. Words were a commodity that could not always be afforded. Besides, she had passed on the information that had been troubling her, shared the uneasy feeling in her gut. In her mind, the Soulsword continued to hum in warning, but it seemed a little quieter now, reassured that someone agreed with it even if nothing visible was being done to ascertain that there wasn't an eminent threat.
She didn't even notice that Mystique had moved until she said, "If you ruin that, you're buying a new one." and gestured toward the carpet. Glancing down, Illyana saw that she had managed to work only one of the fibers out, which was more than enough to keep her occupied for a little while longer.
"Fair enough," she said and stilled her hands for a second, tangling them together as she kept her eyes glued to her superior.
"I have work to do. Is there anything else you feel we need to discuss, or should I leave you to your... sitting aimlessly on the floor?"
Illyana remained on the floor. Watching. Waiting. "No, nothing at all. Though if I may be of any service, do let me know. Sir."
Thus, her attention shifted away from Mystique and back to the ceiling, her eyes riveted on it, thinking, as her fingers began to work on the lone carpet fiber she had managed to free. More time. An endless stretch of time. It seemed so slow here some days.
In Limbo, time was fluid. Here it had its own rules to follow, something she had never been able to become completely comfortable with since her return.