Rachel was no breathless creature. Nor, no creation of will and music she, but of flesh and blood...flame, music, void, and Life!
His starting dash may have taken her by surprise, but her own feet were sure and swift in catching up, a laugh flying from her lips to echo his in the grey wrapped place...
Sounds far to bright for Death to accept kindly.
It mattered not though, she was intent on tagging the bag of his shirt.
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Date: 2006-12-11 06:09 pm (UTC)From:His starting dash may have taken her by surprise, but her own feet were sure and swift in catching up, a laugh flying from her lips to echo his in the grey wrapped place...
Sounds far to bright for Death to accept kindly.
It mattered not though, she was intent on tagging the bag of his shirt.