Lake Rodney dream lover, come rescue me

discovering devit's body.

the blanket of snow illuminated the lakeshore, lighting the landscape against the evening dusk. snowflakes continued to drift on the breeze, spinning in small whirlwinds as they fell. the oak tree watched in silence.

he'd only been dead long enough for the gasses to build and release. the cold had preserved much of his remains; the scent of death was hardly discernible from beneath his cloak of white, likely keeping him safe from scavengers. were this body a part of her, she might have approached but was instead resigned to a seat some feet away. 

close enough to see, but too far to touch.

there were wounds lining the throat of the corpse, just below where his head should have been. he'd struggled in his final moments, fighting against his assailant. had moriah arrived earlier, she might have seen the remnants of an intact erection. you must be cold, she whispered.

well, he's dead. he probably doesn't care.