you wouldn't even recognize me anymore
not that you knew me back then
This isn’t at all what she expects, not tonight, not something she needs to see, not truffle hunters and not - not a small body. Not the jolt of denial and fear that seems to shoot through her, in the absence of a physical gut-clenching or heart-stopping hammering. Not what her eyes focus on, the blonde hair and the dirty, pale, half-decomposing skin. No smell of rot, of course, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t decomposing.
The Wraith’s lips purse together tightly as she steps out from the house and silently approaches the two bearers. “I’ll take it from here,” she murmurs, reaching out for Evelyn. Because it is Evelyn, isn’t it? Yes, of course it is.
“Thank you,” the Queen says once the girl is safely in her arms.
The Wraith’s lips purse together tightly as she steps out from the house and silently approaches the two bearers. “I’ll take it from here,” she murmurs, reaching out for Evelyn. Because it is Evelyn, isn’t it? Yes, of course it is.
“Thank you,” the Queen says once the girl is safely in her arms.
but it all comes back to me in the end
WESSEX
