Two bodies. His, looking like something tossed aside, like a toy. Pale and unnatural in death, missing an arm (when did that happen?) the memory fading from him of his heart beating. His chest aching. Muscles, blood, sinew. The kingdom of the red, crossing over to the green.
She is pale as well, her white hair somehow ethereal, like moonlight, like foxfire glow over the swamp at night. She was always a ghost and now she truly is. The three holes in her body from where a tree marked her place to rest.
She is regal now, majestic, in a body like his possessing all of the abilities of her parliament. Cold, pale, a goddess made flesh. Death. Looking at him, already distancing herself from the form on the ground.
"Then let us..." burying his humanity with finality might have been the only way, "Let us let them rest."
He buries them in wild flowers and returns them to the swamp, to the green, to the place they met - if they ever truly had.
"She and I serve different parliaments. Different elements. I am...life." He might look slightly embarrassed, "She is death. We can't be together without annihilating either of us."
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Two bodies. His, looking like something tossed aside, like a toy. Pale and unnatural in death, missing an arm (when did that happen?) the memory fading from him of his heart beating. His chest aching. Muscles, blood, sinew. The kingdom of the red, crossing over to the green.
She is pale as well, her white hair somehow ethereal, like moonlight, like foxfire glow over the swamp at night. She was always a ghost and now she truly is. The three holes in her body from where a tree marked her place to rest.
She is regal now, majestic, in a body like his possessing all of the abilities of her parliament. Cold, pale, a goddess made flesh. Death. Looking at him, already distancing herself from the form on the ground.
"Then let us..." burying his humanity with finality might have been the only way, "Let us let them rest."
He buries them in wild flowers and returns them to the swamp, to the green, to the place they met - if they ever truly had.
"She and I serve different parliaments. Different elements. I am...life." He might look slightly embarrassed, "She is death. We can't be together without annihilating either of us."