bestill_myheart (bestill_myheart) wrote in end_ofall_hope, @ 2008-08-03 11:10:00 |
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Current mood: | worried |
Current music: | God bless our dead marines - The Silver Mt. Zion |
[GP] They put angels in the electric chair, the electric chair, the electric chair.
Elijah's pulse pounded in his throat as he followed Rolo and Hisoka, feeling the heavy weight of power in the air as they got closer and closer to Lelouch and whoever had taken him. He tried not to focus on the nature of it; it felt angelic, but he hoped, he prayed he was wrong. He prayed no angel would be cruel, hard-hearted or just plain foolish enough to do something like this. His breath was harsh and dry in his throat as he gripped Gabriel's hand, slipping through the cracked, pale ruins with him, his face tense and ashen as they drew near, his stomach sick as the breeze blew the thick, sharp scent of pain against his face, swallowing hard, his fingers tightening on Gabriel's.