In a completely different reality that may only exist inside her head, but then again maybe not, a very similar scene is playing out. Here, though, the ground beneath her is freezing cold, so cold it comes out the other side and burns through the thin fabric of her clothes.
She can hear water moving in a tide that should not exist. The woman kneeling over her has hair that hangs in wet leaden hanks, that may be blonde or brown or any color at all. Her upper lip is touched by a delicate cupid's bow. Her eyes burn with amber light.
for a moment you went where i can't follow, love whispers the Body.
"I'm sorry," Harrow says thickly, the blood-crusted veil sticking to her mouth and lower face, clutching to the icy hand in hers.
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Date: 2020-09-06 04:01 am (UTC)She can hear water moving in a tide that should not exist. The woman kneeling over her has hair that hangs in wet leaden hanks, that may be blonde or brown or any color at all. Her upper lip is touched by a delicate cupid's bow. Her eyes burn with amber light.
for a moment you went where i can't follow, love whispers the Body.
"I'm sorry," Harrow says thickly, the blood-crusted veil sticking to her mouth and lower face, clutching to the icy hand in hers.