Julia pushed back the heavy metal shutters with more difficulty than usual.
Her arms were tired and shook with the effort. One shutter half withdrawn
was enough to let the orange glow envelope her. Julia closed her eyes
letting the fading day take her in a way only it could. There is a certain
calming timelessness to the brief glow that concludes the day. Julia let
the day's kill slip away from her as the sun slide behind a spidery veil of
clouds. Looking through the lattice of the window pain separated from the
fire she a restless sensation stirred which would neither speak nor
diminish. The sunsets were her touchstone; they seemed honest though they
explained nothing. Yet in the restless longing she sensed a truth the
sunset wanted her to know. The veil of clouds glowing only moments before
blazed with a definitive fire.
An almost pagan prayer whispered through her mind. "Sun who watches all my
days speak to me, tell me ." Then like all else the prayer slipped away
into the inaccessible reaches of her mind. Julia blinked toward
consciousness and looked with curiosity upon her hands as they traced the
vertical lattice of the window. They came to rest in a moment, facing away
from each other and looking as though they griped the vertical bars.
Simon broke into her melancholy with a hug pulling her hands from the window just as it seemed to Julia that the sensation was on the brink of explaining itself. With a last pleading glance to the horizon Julia turned from her daily compulsion. There never were answers. But Simon surely would answer those less elusive questions.
"I heard some of your men talking earlier about a Sydney Bristow." Julia remarked as she poured a glass of wine for herself and Simon. An unfamiliar look was escaping his face as Julia turned to pass him the wine. "Why didn't you let me kill her?" The look was almost rage and almost terror; "You didn't think her too dangerous for me, did you?" Simon laughed his usual force restricted. "She was before you joined us." He pulled her near with one hand wrapping around her delicate neck. "No one is as dangerous as you, darling." Simon lifted his wine glass to Julia's lips. He looked into her eyes probing deeply and she responded with delightfully flirtatious wonder as her lips parted. He tipped the glass and watched the wine disappear between her lustful lips. As the final drop quivered on Sydney's lip Simon grew satisfied; she was ignorant even of her own name.
Simon broke into her melancholy with a hug pulling her hands from the window just as it seemed to Julia that the sensation was on the brink of explaining itself. With a last pleading glance to the horizon Julia turned from her daily compulsion. There never were answers. But Simon surely would answer those less elusive questions.
"I heard some of your men talking earlier about a Sydney Bristow." Julia remarked as she poured a glass of wine for herself and Simon. An unfamiliar look was escaping his face as Julia turned to pass him the wine. "Why didn't you let me kill her?" The look was almost rage and almost terror; "You didn't think her too dangerous for me, did you?" Simon laughed his usual force restricted. "She was before you joined us." He pulled her near with one hand wrapping around her delicate neck. "No one is as dangerous as you, darling." Simon lifted his wine glass to Julia's lips. He looked into her eyes probing deeply and she responded with delightfully flirtatious wonder as her lips parted. He tipped the glass and watched the wine disappear between her lustful lips. As the final drop quivered on Sydney's lip Simon grew satisfied; she was ignorant even of her own name.