Mortification steals over her again, chilling her blood. The intoxication of self-loathing fades and tension coils back into her shoulders and elbows.
"Thank you," she says softly. She closes her eyes and lets the music rise around her. In her mind's eye, she crosses again the wards, the water, the ice, to the slab; to the body at the heart of her world that her soul is pledged to.
O corse of the Locked Tomb, my heart is broken. Let me be sheathed in ice like you. Let me endure. Make of me a sealed tomb, and I pray that the Rock will never be rolled away. I pray--
And in the lens of her mind's eye, the girl with the sword chained to the slab of ice opens eyes that pierce her with the golden pupils of Gideon Nav.
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Date: 2020-09-02 10:22 pm (UTC)"Thank you," she says softly. She closes her eyes and lets the music rise around her. In her mind's eye, she crosses again the wards, the water, the ice, to the slab; to the body at the heart of her world that her soul is pledged to.
O corse of the Locked Tomb, my heart is broken. Let me be sheathed in ice like you. Let me endure. Make of me a sealed tomb, and I pray that the Rock will never be rolled away. I pray--
And in the lens of her mind's eye, the girl with the sword chained to the slab of ice opens eyes that pierce her with the golden pupils of Gideon Nav.