Don't remember...

[indigo_fc]

She doesn't remember how she got here, crouched in the dark in the far back of the closet. Hunched over white, unbroken skin. A quick image of red, thick dark burgundy, running weeping trails down the path of her arm. Then back again, smooth and pale and untouched

Comments

damn

[anonymous]

thank god my mage is too romantic instead of too insightful.

Q

[en_sof]

Overall terribly confusing without the answer key, but then, that's just how Indi's mind works, now isn't it?

It's really evocatively written and I enjoyed it terribly darlin. Brava.

[fierystigmata]

I like it. You should write more often, you know.:)

[mind_of_malice]

*rattles his cage next to you*