As she tries to lift the threads, she thinks of the deaths of fire; the snuffing out, the creeping chill. The cooling body. The light seems grey and sag at her touch, losing its coherency all together, and she pulls her fingers away hastily.
"No, that certainly isn't it."
She puts a hand to her fabric-swathed chin and thinks hard.
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Date: 2020-09-06 01:02 am (UTC)As she tries to lift the threads, she thinks of the deaths of fire; the snuffing out, the creeping chill. The cooling body. The light seems grey and sag at her touch, losing its coherency all together, and she pulls her fingers away hastily.
"No, that certainly isn't it."
She puts a hand to her fabric-swathed chin and thinks hard.