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solitarynote ([personal profile] solitarynote) wrote in [community profile] thecrossinglogs 2025-01-22 03:28 pm (UTC)

[Sunny hadn’t realized how dark blood looked until the aftermath of pulling on Kel’s shirt… his hand was thankfully not too stained, thanks to his friend’s intervention, but… it left his stomach queasy.

Kel’s question had the teen’s gaze focus away from them, back towards the River, where they had come… He nodded.]


They’re gone. [The ones he had heard there, his father’s voice (whatever he might have said), weren’t here. His own head was eerily quiet too; had been, for the most part, since dying. He… missed the noise, missed the distraction. But those were far out of reach…

So Sunny wasn’t lying when he answered Kel, but… who knew if the voices would be back?]


Is the… loud noise… gone?

[A question, as Sunny remembered Kel mentioning screaming. The afterthought had him shivering, even if he hadn’t been there. Too much noise, too many angry voices…]

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