"Weird, yeah?" Caught between the realm of the living and the dead. "Like a tomb gone wrong."
The bleached branches, the warp of light — it all feels odd. Ill-preserved. Nothing for the tended mausoleums of home. This is different, at once too still and stirring. Gone feral. Between.
(Elven blood dies in a human vein.)
For her part, Hermione looks brighter, vivid-strange. Red and gold pick from hair that he knows a flatter brown. Distracted,
"Huh? Uh, broke it," Not what she's asked, but I punched a wall cuts stupid at best, unsettling at worst. Only certain kind of person hits what can't hit back. "We closed a rift."
Before he ever cracked a knuckle. Cedric doesn't like to lie, but it's the lesser ache. Hopes Gwen'd understand.
"'S alright. Not my sword hand." They’re both his sword hand. "What'd you say back then t'get tossed?"
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The bleached branches, the warp of light — it all feels odd. Ill-preserved. Nothing for the tended mausoleums of home. This is different, at once too still and stirring. Gone feral. Between.
(Elven blood dies in a human vein.)
For her part, Hermione looks brighter, vivid-strange. Red and gold pick from hair that he knows a flatter brown. Distracted,
"Huh? Uh, broke it," Not what she's asked, but I punched a wall cuts stupid at best, unsettling at worst. Only certain kind of person hits what can't hit back. "We closed a rift."
Before he ever cracked a knuckle. Cedric doesn't like to lie, but it's the lesser ache. Hopes Gwen'd understand.
"'S alright. Not my sword hand." They’re both his sword hand. "What'd you say back then t'get tossed?"