Feb 26, 2010 00:11
Foregoing her daily ice cream cone-- she'd save that for later, she had promised Connor after all-- Death, instead, chose to go for a long walk. With one destination. The Edge. In the two short weeks that she's been in this city of gold accents and cell phones, she'd never once thought to go as far as she could. So, she grabbed her umbrella and exited the mansion, going for that exact walk. She wandered a bit as she went, pausing to look in store windows and stop to watch the other citizens of the city.
And then she found her way to the edge. It was funny, how the city in the sky sort of just...trailed off. There were a few buildings, but not many. And then the street just...ended. She moved to the very edge, the toes of her shoes lining up with the concrete. She closed her eyes and leaned forward...and stopped. She smiled. The Gods really had thought of everything. Leaning back, she lifted her hand and it seemed to pass through the invisible barrier.
Lowering her hand, she brought it round to rest at the base of her spine as she looked out at the world beyond the city. It was nothing but clouds and bright blue sky. Beautiful was a good word to descibe it. But for some reason, it made Death sad. Not to the point of tears, just a small furrowing of her brow.
death,
daniel jackson,
the doctor (9th)