| Tenebrous (Erebos) |
[04 Oct 2008|12:13pm] |
At first it was the sound of rain that kept him asleep. That same sound later kept him awake. Not rain but the sound of it striking, drumming mercilessly on the tarp that covered him. It wasn't that he expected a different sound. After so long lying under the tarp - what seemed like an eternity - he there was little else that he expected. It was only that by now he thought the sound might have changed. How long had it been? An hour? Two? Next to him, a body. She was still alive in the distant sense. Her body still functioned, for a moment, and her pain still flowed through him in waves. But the girl that had made this body warm, the spirit that had dwelled inside of it, was for all intents and purposes gone. Even if someone found her they would find her empty. Desolate. He knew, and had been drawn to her, because he had seen the same thing happen to him. Different circumstances, different rules, but beneath it all the same. For a god, it was easier to recover from such a thing. For this girl, there was...
( ...no hope. )
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