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Soft Serve 9/50 - Chocolate #22. Anticipation
Pocky Chain with Hot Fudge
Story : knights & necromancers
Rating : PG
Timeframe : 1277
Word Count :370 (100 + 87 + 77 + 65 + 42)
My entry for the Limbo.
His throat too tight for words, Kairn lets the boy go. Sham turns back with that forever innocent blue-eyed gaze and reaches down and slides his hand into his and gives him a squeeze before going to the altar to join his father.
The air is thick, as if the walls themselves are fighting to keep their magic from flooding out. It pulses in his chest with every breath and throbs in his fingers like a spell on the edge of release.
He turns to the altar. The body is laid out before the statue, cold, quiet, and eerily still.
Sethan drums his fingers against his arm. Minutes tick by, every second an eternity, every space in his head occupied by her voice. It reverberates off the temple walls without ever leaving his skull.
He kneads a hand against his brow as the boy steps into place and begs her to keep her patience a moment longer.
Quietly, he’s thankful she’s too worked up to notice. Her anxious babble rolls over him while the vessel lies neatly arranged, seals and drains all cleverly concealed from her view.
Eyes on the lines that lace the floor, Sham shuffles into place. Uncle Kairn is watching him with that look that was always the first thing he’d see coming out of a fit. His father’s stare is a bit less kind.
He can scarcely feel the stone beneath his feet, can barely hear the thoughts in his own head.
He can’t stop glancing at the body. Like a sleeping princess from a fairy story, she lies waiting.
The lines pulse, and the room glows brighter than the daylight that waits outside. Kairn’s eyes sting with tears and he turns away from the altar. Sethan puts his hands to his ears as the thunder between them swells until he feels they might burst. Fixated in the body at the center of it all, Sham opens his mouth in a silent and breathless cry.
In the center of the room, the body jerks as if struck by a violent current, and what had been a lifeless assembly of artificial tissue and bone heaves a deep, shuddering gasp of air into its lungs and opens its eyes.
Pocky Chain with Hot Fudge
Story : knights & necromancers
Rating : PG
Timeframe : 1277
Word Count :370 (100 + 87 + 77 + 65 + 42)
My entry for the Limbo.
His throat too tight for words, Kairn lets the boy go. Sham turns back with that forever innocent blue-eyed gaze and reaches down and slides his hand into his and gives him a squeeze before going to the altar to join his father.
The air is thick, as if the walls themselves are fighting to keep their magic from flooding out. It pulses in his chest with every breath and throbs in his fingers like a spell on the edge of release.
He turns to the altar. The body is laid out before the statue, cold, quiet, and eerily still.
Sethan drums his fingers against his arm. Minutes tick by, every second an eternity, every space in his head occupied by her voice. It reverberates off the temple walls without ever leaving his skull.
He kneads a hand against his brow as the boy steps into place and begs her to keep her patience a moment longer.
Quietly, he’s thankful she’s too worked up to notice. Her anxious babble rolls over him while the vessel lies neatly arranged, seals and drains all cleverly concealed from her view.
Eyes on the lines that lace the floor, Sham shuffles into place. Uncle Kairn is watching him with that look that was always the first thing he’d see coming out of a fit. His father’s stare is a bit less kind.
He can scarcely feel the stone beneath his feet, can barely hear the thoughts in his own head.
He can’t stop glancing at the body. Like a sleeping princess from a fairy story, she lies waiting.
The lines pulse, and the room glows brighter than the daylight that waits outside. Kairn’s eyes sting with tears and he turns away from the altar. Sethan puts his hands to his ears as the thunder between them swells until he feels they might burst. Fixated in the body at the center of it all, Sham opens his mouth in a silent and breathless cry.
In the center of the room, the body jerks as if struck by a violent current, and what had been a lifeless assembly of artificial tissue and bone heaves a deep, shuddering gasp of air into its lungs and opens its eyes.