Entry tags:
Shrike's Heart (#2)
It's not quite a happy smile.
"I'm sorry," she says. "There's just nothing I can do, as things are. But the way is there; it just needs to be lit."
You open your mouth—maybe to say something, or to express confusion—but you have to cough, and taste something metallic, spattering black blood onto the ground in front of you. Then you realize—blood seeps from opening wounds in your arms, your chest, your stomach, your face. It rims your eyes and trails from your nose and you feel like you're dissolving—
—and you fall through the ground like it's the surface of a lake, and go down, down, down.
> Wake Up

no subject
There might be one in the village.
no subject
no subject
[He goes- comes back not much later with a shovel and wordlessly starts digging.]
no subject
no subject
...okay. Let's get them in there.
no subject
[ if not close up, then by the look of her hands as she takes hold of the man, it's clear she's trembling, breath unsteady, but. she's here. ready to do this. ]
no subject
no subject
. . . Thank you - Sekhmet...
no subject
no subject
[She's quiet as she watches the soil cover them.]
no subject
no subject
this is all a lot. ]
no subject
I guess that's all.
no subject
[She looks around, brows furrowed.]
no subject
I know her the best of everybody here. Um, Shrike. She would want this. And she would want us to move on.
no subject