Imagination's Creations

Missing Him Dearly

Talia Maksmov sighed heavily as she sat back in to her desk chair, head aching and back sore. The Angelic Siren reached back to massage at her back, though she couldn't reach the junction where her wing smoothed in to the muscle of her shoulder blades. The woman, appearing to be in her thirties, leaned forward to fold her arms atop the desk and rest her forehead over them. Since she'd woken, the president had been working at document after document, signing, verifying, approving, assigning, it would never end. Her work was one of endless toil. The massive colony that resided on this spaceship depended on her and her brother to run it smoothly, to keep it's citizens safe and happy. A soft whooshing sounded, but she didn't need to lift her head to know what it was. Talia's chest tightened. She didn't need this today on top of the rest of her compiled stress. "President Talia, are you unwell?" She sighed out heavily and shook her head. "President Talia, are you unwell?" The gruff male voice repeated. "....No. I'm just tired. Go away." A moment of silence passed. "I said go away." She repeated. "I cannot. My programming is quite clear. You must be well rested, President Talia, to maintain peak efficiency." She moved both arms to hug them over her head, wanting the presence to just go. Not today. Not today of all days. "I order you to leave. Now." Silence once more. "I understand that today is a day of great emotional strain, President Talia, but you must-" "Alright!" She growled, sitting up and glaring at the presence to her left. It was a man looking to be in his late forties. He was solidly built, scars of all different variety spanning every space of exposed skin one could find. Despite the old wounds, he was still handsome. Of average height, dark brown hair cropped short in a military cut, eyes so blue they resembled crisp ice, and darkly tanned skin. He wore the military uniform of the ship, but there were bits here and there that distinguished him from the rest. A patch sewn in to his shoulder in the form of a dragon, stars on his collar indicating the highest rank available, and a chain around his neck that held a wedding ring, the ring finger it should have been on gone from long ago. His eyes were empty as they stared at her. Talia's heart plunged when she saw that familiar face. It stung. It hurt so terribly to see him like this. The angel stood and walked over to him. The man remained still as he watched her approach. "Presi-" "Can you please...just call me Talia?" He hesitated, then answered "This request is against my programming, President, but today I will indulge you." He gestured to the woman "Are you in need of medical assistant, Talia?" She swallowed and shook her head, her violet eyes moving slowly over his rugged features. He was so battered. So many wars and battles and time spent in the chair of an enemy. Much of it just to shield her from the hardships of the world. Talia's eyes stung and brimmed with hot tears. "I miss you." She whispered "I miss you so much." Her tears came fully now, voice quavering "Why did you have to leave me? You could have stayed. You could have stayed!" She yelled, throwing a punch at the man only for her fist to pass through the hologram. He remained silent as he watched her, face empty of emotion. "Why did you have to choose this image?!" She growled, glaring at him. The man moved in to an at ease stance, hands clasped behind his back and feet spread slightly as he watched her step towards the cart in the corner. Talia poured herself a cup of water and sipped at it with a sniffle. Her shoulders trembled. "Lyla...she would have removed that wish for you..if you had only asked her." The woman said softly. She turned to look at him, wiping her eyes "You didn't have to die, you and mother could have lived forever if you'd only asked that damned djinn." The man continued to stare. Talia sighed out and looked away "Enough. Send a healer in and leave me." "Yes ma'am." The man nodded once and disappeared. The president walked back to her chair and slumped. Her eyes traveled to the picture frame on her desk. A little golden haired girl with white wings and violet eyes laughed at the camera, her father holding her in his arms and smiling in that muted way he always had. She gave a soft sob, hating this day of the year most of all. I miss you daddy.. she thought softly. Her office door slid open and a healer stepped in. The blue skinned woman took one look at the president and sighed "Oh Ms. Maksmov...I'm sorry." She walked over and placed a hand between the angel's wings, a healing energy flowing in to soothe aching muscles. "The anniversary of your parent's death is..never easy. Would you like me to soothe your mind, madam president?" Talia shook her head and sat up. The healer stepped aside as the angel rolled her shoulder, wings flexing. "No..thank you, Jennifer. That will be all." The azure skinned woman patted her president's shoulder solemnly and stepped out. Talia exhaled and leaned her elbows on the desk, pushing her hands over her face and up in to cascading golden silk. "...." She would bring flowers to her parents memorial garden today. The president sat up, scooted her chair in, and picked up her electronic pen once more. The holographic screen flickered in to place before her once more and the woman went back to her work, her father's smile lingering in her mind. I love you daddy. whispered her mind once more before forcing her thoughts to that of work once again.