repeated
She sits in the noon shadow of a tree, dressed only in ivy and the shadows of leaves. Her arms are wrapped round her knees, gathering them close to protect her heart. She mumbles one repeated phrase beneath her long dark curtain of hair.
The Muse repeats one single stunned mantra: They were going to kill me.
Bloodwing said,
October 28, 2007 at 9:13 am
*angry snapping of wings as crimson eyes scan the treetops*
Who DARES threaten the Marquise? Let them face my wrath!
DarklingRose said,
October 28, 2007 at 12:15 pm
/startles at the sound, then reaches out a calming hand:
no they… they thought I’d doon soomting ~horrible~.
/catches the demon’s hand, and draws him down gently into shadow, whispering…