A joy hard-learned in winter was the warming of the bed
You'd shake for minutes there and move your legs
You'd shake for minutes there and move your legs
The world is spinning around him; he tries to focus on the stinging pain of his hand, cradling it against his chest as his breath comes in harsh, fast bursts. This isn't happening, this can't be happening, and yet he knows it is. The Springs are gone. Their journey is pointless. He has no way to save Noe.
Noe. His sister's soft voice cuts through the haze, sharper than if she's shouted or snapped. The sound freezes him like a startled animal, bringing him crashing back out of his thoughts. Gods, Noe. What do they do now? He'd had one single hope to cling to; now that it's been ripped away, he finds himself grasping empty air.
"I'm sorry, Noe." The young man's voice is a hoarse whisper, his back to his sister, his eyes downcast. "I'm so sorry." Koa cannot bring himself to look at her, terrified of what he'll see if he does. Tentacles? A violet aura? Or worst of all - his beautiful, clever, vibrant sister, glaring with hurt and accusation, blind to the darkness that taints her soul.
Noe. His sister's soft voice cuts through the haze, sharper than if she's shouted or snapped. The sound freezes him like a startled animal, bringing him crashing back out of his thoughts. Gods, Noe. What do they do now? He'd had one single hope to cling to; now that it's been ripped away, he finds himself grasping empty air.
"I'm sorry, Noe." The young man's voice is a hoarse whisper, his back to his sister, his eyes downcast. "I'm so sorry." Koa cannot bring himself to look at her, terrified of what he'll see if he does. Tentacles? A violet aura? Or worst of all - his beautiful, clever, vibrant sister, glaring with hurt and accusation, blind to the darkness that taints her soul.
Koa Carpenter
Wrap the blanket over you and keep your head within
Let your breath heat the air until you'd feel it getting thin
Let your breath heat the air until you'd feel it getting thin
