09-26-2018, 07:04 PM
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[color=#ac5847]"Clean."
And yet, the word brought back haunting sensations, the ghosts of screams long since silenced ringing in her ears, throat constricting as she tried to drag herself back to reality, back to a scene far more gruesome than the one playing in her mind. The logical explanation for all of this was her connection to the dead- obviously she must have been told too many scary stories, the chilling reminders of how her closest friends and confidants perished a lasting memory that just so happened to be triggered by this scene. By that word. But she was smart. Feyre knew otherwise.
Still, she tried to look unfazed as she studied the corpse, face growing paler by the moment. [color=#ac5847]"Let me burn it. Please. It's too mangled to bury it," Fey almost pleaded, sounding more grown up than she ever had before, violet eyes not violet or even amber but something else, some off-color bluish gray that looked more like a trick of the light than anything else. Yes, it had to be- there was that purple again, vibrant and burning as she started at the Cosmic General. [color=#ac5847]"It's all we can do." She'd blink a few times, coming back to her senses only to appear visibly nauseated, the strong scent of copper in the air almost successful in causing her to throw up. She shouldn't be here, really she shouldn't, but she made no move to depart. Not yet.
[color=#ac5847]"This is gross."
There it was again, that little sliver of innocence that managed to shine through in all the right and wrong times.
(it took me too long to respond because i fell asleep i'm so sorry)
And yet, the word brought back haunting sensations, the ghosts of screams long since silenced ringing in her ears, throat constricting as she tried to drag herself back to reality, back to a scene far more gruesome than the one playing in her mind. The logical explanation for all of this was her connection to the dead- obviously she must have been told too many scary stories, the chilling reminders of how her closest friends and confidants perished a lasting memory that just so happened to be triggered by this scene. By that word. But she was smart. Feyre knew otherwise.
Still, she tried to look unfazed as she studied the corpse, face growing paler by the moment. [color=#ac5847]"Let me burn it. Please. It's too mangled to bury it," Fey almost pleaded, sounding more grown up than she ever had before, violet eyes not violet or even amber but something else, some off-color bluish gray that looked more like a trick of the light than anything else. Yes, it had to be- there was that purple again, vibrant and burning as she started at the Cosmic General. [color=#ac5847]"It's all we can do." She'd blink a few times, coming back to her senses only to appear visibly nauseated, the strong scent of copper in the air almost successful in causing her to throw up. She shouldn't be here, really she shouldn't, but she made no move to depart. Not yet.
[color=#ac5847]"This is gross."
There it was again, that little sliver of innocence that managed to shine through in all the right and wrong times.
(it took me too long to respond because i fell asleep i'm so sorry)
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YOU COULD [B]RATTLE THE STARS[/b]
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