Thread: Odette (Montresor & sweet.nothings)

You're impossible... Was I not clear in my words?... Odette winced inwardly, recognizing the awful truth in Rogier's mutterings. It was the story of her life, and she had heard that similar phrase more than a dozen times. Yet where her bullheaded faith nearly always shrugged it off, if there was any point in time when that phrase made her feel chastised it was probably right now. Her eyes wavered and flickered lightly as his ' You're impossible...' statement lingered like dust on her face. She knew her request to return back to Antoine's subject was rather audacious of her, given the circumstances, but poor Odette just couldn't help herself, and she offered him no apology in the end. Her gaze slowly left the rosary to rest softly upon Rogier's young face as the boy took possession of her coveted item. For a moment there was a genuine fear hovering in her expression, in-between every syllable he continued to speak, while his fingers fumbled with the ornamental piece. It bothered her to see this image pose before her. Yes, he had hit her in that murderous display of sport and had spilled her blood upon the poplar bark. While the bullet only split tissue and pierced muscles and gouged a clean hole through her chest, his display of power was another kind of bullet that had sliced into her core. She had experienced him. And now this same power was handling her rosary. It was only a material possession, the beaded strand, but it was the shadow on the horizon that he was attempting to cast over her faith that unnerved her. Your bargaining position has changed though, ma chienne. I would be willing to trade... Odette livened up, surprised at his sudden shift in willingness. It was enough hope fed into her heart that his sly ma chienne went unnoticed by the modest nun. It was brief though as puzzlement settled in. Montresor's burrowing stare was enough to strike down any ray of light. ...one soul for another. He was like the devil bargaining souls and tossing them around. But her question was for what soul did he now desire? Odette was still struggling with those small inner demons, ..so very personal and so very toxic to her identity Unwanted and Disposable. She had to scale her way over that wall before she could see who he clearly hinted at, by process of elimination. It was a delayed reaction, but she tensed up tightly, and began to shift herself into a sitting position on the bed as the realization unfolded. The sheets pulled and dropped away from her torso, showing the simpleton, low-cut sleeveless bed gown the physician had provided her, and the dressings of her bandage. It painfully hurt to do this, and perhaps she shouldn't have for her wound was still so very new and fresh, but it was hard to settle down a rabbit caught in the stare of a wolf. The pain was enough to rob her breath and she crossed her hand to press upon the location on her chest, while resting her back against the solid headboard. Me...? She muttered in question, feigning the hurt. The devil, indeed, stood at her bedside. Odette broke her eyes from his serious fix, and allowed her eyelids to close into darkness. The physical pain in her chest was tiring, but she was also chasing down the foundations of her Christian faith, Jesus has already purchased my soul, and you may not touch it. This was a practiced and effective rebuke for Odette when warding off a demon. But there was no hesitation or refusal when it came to the matters which pressed upon her heart. Her green orbs returned from their inward abyss to find Rogier's gaze once again, with newfound bravery. But I do accept this, if you believe the rest of myself can stand in stead for Antoine. Prophets were the Lord's most beloved pawns, which meant that a humble nun was no less of one. Yes, it was proven so that Odette would walk across a bed of coals for the Lord that she loved.