The swift swing of his club halts in the air over her head. The piercing tips of the spikes could brush her pretty black locks. Her acursed noise carries on, floating up above him and all about.
It tugs at old memories, sitting on stones and changing the words and pretending he had better so he could sing to anyone at all. The memories are grey. They are outlines all faded out from too long. They can hardly count as memories anymore, but vague ghosts, senses of things what ain't truly perceived. The memory of where this song motherfucking mattered is no clearer. No easier to grasp. And yet the words...
Breathless and tuneless, the words come out as a whisper of revelation."... O' somber sea..."
He stares at her with wide eyes like he's witness something truly horrifying. And from what ghosts he's witnessed, from what horrors he's crafted himself in the mind and out of it, there couldn't be a name for that fear.
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It tugs at old memories, sitting on stones and changing the words and pretending he had better so he could sing to anyone at all. The memories are grey. They are outlines all faded out from too long. They can hardly count as memories anymore, but vague ghosts, senses of things what ain't truly perceived. The memory of where this song motherfucking mattered is no clearer. No easier to grasp. And yet the words...
Breathless and tuneless, the words come out as a whisper of revelation."... O' somber sea..."
He stares at her with wide eyes like he's witness something truly horrifying. And from what ghosts he's witnessed, from what horrors he's crafted himself in the mind and out of it, there couldn't be a name for that fear.
"NO! Silence!"