well. the white cloak, that's already worrying enough, but it's the silver that makes his heart stop. there's something so dissonant about it, so familiar - the back he's always followed. is there a red ribbon in their hair?
he opens his mouth. ] Sa - [ and then stops himself, shutting his mouth again, gripping the axe's shaft tighter to keep himself from speaking. that... that can't be real. not like that. not. not...
(even if - is there any place more likely where rondo might see him than this sweltering vision of hell? ) ]
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well. the white cloak, that's already worrying enough, but it's the silver that makes his heart stop. there's something so dissonant about it, so familiar - the back he's always followed. is there a red ribbon in their hair?
he opens his mouth. ] Sa - [ and then stops himself, shutting his mouth again, gripping the axe's shaft tighter to keep himself from speaking. that... that can't be real. not like that. not. not...
(even if - is there any place more likely where rondo might see him than this sweltering vision of hell? ) ]