devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes
(SHIT SORRY)
Her teeth click together. Dropping to her knees, Eloise pushes her palms into the wood of the ship as if she might somehow bleed her magic right into the core of her. Her knees are new freckled with blood from the uneven boards but she hardly notices, so great is her attention to any and every detail which might ultimately save them from this.
Eloise thinks of the way the light reflects off of the water and how that looks from down below. How it sparkles and shines, and how the light bends through the ripples. With all that she has she tries to recreate those images so that from deep within the sea where the ghostwhale no doubt is about to charge at them, they appear like any other patch of ocean.
Sweat beads on her brow and her jaw threatens to cramp given how tightly clamped shut her jaw is.
Eloise illusions!
Her teeth click together. Dropping to her knees, Eloise pushes her palms into the wood of the ship as if she might somehow bleed her magic right into the core of her. Her knees are new freckled with blood from the uneven boards but she hardly notices, so great is her attention to any and every detail which might ultimately save them from this.
Eloise thinks of the way the light reflects off of the water and how that looks from down below. How it sparkles and shines, and how the light bends through the ripples. With all that she has she tries to recreate those images so that from deep within the sea where the ghostwhale no doubt is about to charge at them, they appear like any other patch of ocean.
Sweat beads on her brow and her jaw threatens to cramp given how tightly clamped shut her jaw is.
Eloise illusions!
what doesn't kill me makes me want you more
