{OOC} The Dream
She fell. The wind blew through her red yarn hair.
THUD.
She was scattered all over the pavement, autumn leaf innards twitching in the crisp wind. Her hand sat in her vision. Dismembered. ...Everything exactly according to plan. She dragged herself up to sit, pulling out her needle. No time to waste here.
She clutched the rope between nervous fingers, eyes trained on the window as it was pushed open. Curious bony fingers reached out to the basket she held steady, and she felt her heart catch in her throat. But that was nothing compared to the face that emerged next to seek her out below. His skull glowed in the light of the moon; almost like a mini-moon of it's own. Then he smiled a skeletal grin.
The glow of the moon atop a frosted white hill. The foreign bite of fresh snow on her fingers and toes. The rest was darkness.
THUD.
She was scattered all over the pavement, autumn leaf innards twitching in the crisp wind. Her hand sat in her vision. Dismembered. ...Everything exactly according to plan. She dragged herself up to sit, pulling out her needle. No time to waste here.
She clutched the rope between nervous fingers, eyes trained on the window as it was pushed open. Curious bony fingers reached out to the basket she held steady, and she felt her heart catch in her throat. But that was nothing compared to the face that emerged next to seek her out below. His skull glowed in the light of the moon; almost like a mini-moon of it's own. Then he smiled a skeletal grin.
The glow of the moon atop a frosted white hill. The foreign bite of fresh snow on her fingers and toes. The rest was darkness.