(no subject)
She recognizes what is happening, at least to some degree. How could she not?
(when the Dark comes rising)
Blodwen moves lightly through the winter storm and over the snowy ground, and ghosts silently past the dark shape of the bunker that waits outside the lake door. She pauses there, looking up at the blood-bright sky and the dark space within it, then braces one hand against the doorframe, pulls the door open, and passes on through.
Behind her, the wood that she's touched shivers the slightest bit and begins to crumble, the rot slowly but steadily spreading its way up and down the frame and into the wall. She pays it no heed.
Like calls to like, after all.
(ashes to ashes, and dust to dust)
She stands for a while in silence at one side of the room, studying the poison-yellow crystal above the bar, watching others as they come and go, remembering her last visit, and the last person she'd had any cause or care to speak with here.
Eventually, her diamond-blue, diamond-bright gaze drifts to the Observation Window and the glorious, explosive vision beyond it.
(you asked me why I fight)
Slowly, Blodwen smiles.
(when the Dark comes rising)
Blodwen moves lightly through the winter storm and over the snowy ground, and ghosts silently past the dark shape of the bunker that waits outside the lake door. She pauses there, looking up at the blood-bright sky and the dark space within it, then braces one hand against the doorframe, pulls the door open, and passes on through.
Behind her, the wood that she's touched shivers the slightest bit and begins to crumble, the rot slowly but steadily spreading its way up and down the frame and into the wall. She pays it no heed.
Like calls to like, after all.
(ashes to ashes, and dust to dust)
She stands for a while in silence at one side of the room, studying the poison-yellow crystal above the bar, watching others as they come and go, remembering her last visit, and the last person she'd had any cause or care to speak with here.
Eventually, her diamond-blue, diamond-bright gaze drifts to the Observation Window and the glorious, explosive vision beyond it.
(you asked me why I fight)
Slowly, Blodwen smiles.