Nov 04, 2011 17:36
*This time, there isn't a garden. It's not peaceful. There is no angel looking after your soul.
You're dead, and you're growing cold and tired - as though the life were being slowly leeched out of you. Which it is, and going to create a new barrier for the shepherd.*
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... but not bitter enough to be a dick]
You okay?
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[wipes at her face to make sure mask is in place despite the bloody end]
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Where is this?
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