July 23, 2020, 02:27 PM
from the rain there comes a man, visible first only by the negative space he presents, the void where rain does not fall. when he steps close enough to be distinguishable, it is a haggard, water-logged face that looms from the grey. "you haven't," answered the warlord, gaze lingering on the roughly-hewn features a moment before straightening, rising to her sit on her haunches.
"hela," she offers finally. something follows this man, existing just inches from waterlogged pelt, that same negative space. something haunted. it is intrigue that has the melonii gesture to the void beside her, a careful semi-circle of dry earth.
"hela," she offers finally. something follows this man, existing just inches from waterlogged pelt, that same negative space. something haunted. it is intrigue that has the melonii gesture to the void beside her, a careful semi-circle of dry earth.
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she told me not to step on the cracks - by Hela - July 23, 2020, 01:20 PM
RE: she told me not to step on the cracks - by Colin - July 23, 2020, 01:41 PM
RE: she told me not to step on the cracks - by Hela - July 23, 2020, 02:27 PM
RE: she told me not to step on the cracks - by Colin - July 24, 2020, 06:58 AM