what the wood whispers to itself
Again your glance is quick, though your eyes assess what you're seeing quickly enough. Shattered, the bones (did he have bones?) likely crushed. The fluid-vessels (now you're just making things up) were probably all but shredded within his skin. "At least you don't feel pain. Will the Voice heal you?"
To this you say nothing since he hasn't actually said anything for you to reply to. Without noticing you've begun to chew at your lower lip, the phantom buzz like a left over ghost from his kiss haunting the skin there.
To this you say nothing since he hasn't actually said anything for you to reply to. Without noticing you've begun to chew at your lower lip, the phantom buzz like a left over ghost from his kiss haunting the skin there.
OIA'I'O
