CIAN
She arrives like a predator. She doesn't need to assert her dominance because it's all right there in every artificially graceful step. Carve her open and you'll get sparks, not screams; what is there for her to fear? What indeed, from a man in a trench coat seemingly doing nothing but smoking.
What indeed.
Inhaling a long and unhurried drag, his eyes not really moving to Wessex though seeing her well enough out of his peripheral vision, the man takes the cigarette from his mouth and gestures with it towards the west. Towards Halo, as if that is where Deepfrost emanates from.
"Snow'll be comin' early this year." He said in a voice shockingly pleasing to the ear. The man is the sort who appears as though he ought to bark with malice rather than speak, or whose voice ought to sound as though its been shredded by a cheese grater. Instead, it's liltingly accented and entirely ordinary.
What indeed.
Inhaling a long and unhurried drag, his eyes not really moving to Wessex though seeing her well enough out of his peripheral vision, the man takes the cigarette from his mouth and gestures with it towards the west. Towards Halo, as if that is where Deepfrost emanates from.
"Snow'll be comin' early this year." He said in a voice shockingly pleasing to the ear. The man is the sort who appears as though he ought to bark with malice rather than speak, or whose voice ought to sound as though its been shredded by a cheese grater. Instead, it's liltingly accented and entirely ordinary.
But the highway's low, & the low way's mine
You can burn me eternally, out to the snow and the wind and the rain
You can burn me eternally, out to the snow and the wind and the rain
