hearthebell: not colored by me, will credit if found (Something wrong with me inherently)
hearthebell ([personal profile] hearthebell) wrote in [community profile] deercountry 2022-04-10 04:06 am (UTC)

[The couch, knocked aside, is a new task, too much to handle. He almost had it by the door for his barricade, and then Lycka ruined everything by throwing it clear.

He might make a sound, a shout or snarl to indicate his frustration with his own soul foiling his plans so badly. But he's speaking to Paul with a voice that is fraying like string, and his old habit, reaching up to pinch at the bridge of his nose, has become an odd and jarring truncation that is also deeply upsetting.]


I know the odds.

[Simultaneously an answer, and not one.]

I understand that the pain is an inconvenience and I promise it'll be ended shortly. I've done what I can.

[And that, the implication hangs, and stains, is all that can be done, here and now, forever.

Lycka bolts from the room, leaving him. Paul will be seeing her shortly in the flesh, or rather misty smoke, as she plunges through the walls of the Bone House and rather rudely pursues help so that her stubborn, proud sleeper might live.]


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