God, she loves a tomb. She can feel the thanergy of a thousand years flowing into her. Deer runs; bear-baiting; churchyards. She raises her hands, wrapped in leather, and feels the preserved skin plastic and obedient to her will. It boils back from her phalanges, creating fingerless gloves, and she kneels to plunge her light brown fingers into the gravid earth.
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Date: 2020-10-10 03:40 am (UTC)God, she loves a tomb. She can feel the thanergy of a thousand years flowing into her. Deer runs; bear-baiting; churchyards. She raises her hands, wrapped in leather, and feels the preserved skin plastic and obedient to her will. It boils back from her phalanges, creating fingerless gloves, and she kneels to plunge her light brown fingers into the gravid earth.
"Marvelous."