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Oct 20, 2011 09:44

[Continued from here.]I might be starting to sober up at this point, but I can't really tell. My heart feels like it's close to practically beating straight out of my chest, but my hands aren't warm to the touch. I can tell they're as cold as ice against his, as his practically envelopes mine despite the fact that our fingers are tangled. I look ( Read more... )

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bloodycrescents October 20 2011, 20:44:00 UTC
I follow the line of her arm, squinting up into the trees, grateful for the distraction from her first question. It gives me a moment to stop being embarrassed about the fact I'd have to say no, I have no idea, I barely even remember which way it is to the hut I've been staying in for weeks now. She doesn't seem to care, but that doesn't stop me feeling the rush of heat up my neck. It's dark enough for that not to matter, at least, except to me.

"Yeah," I say, a little startled by the sight of the treehouse. I know those exist around here, but I never expect them. It doesn't matter either way, though, I'd be happy out here if that's what it took. If she likes the look of the treehouse, that's where we're going. Cutting across the grass, I nod. "Yeah, that'll work. You don't think there's anyone in there, do you?"

It's hard to tell around here. There's only one way to figure it out, and it requires me to figure out where they're hiding the ladder first.

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shewaswarned October 20 2011, 21:23:37 UTC
"We'll find out, right?" I say, but I don't exactly wait for him to answer before I'm slipping away, my fingers drifting out of his grasp as I wind around the tree, my hand settling against the trunk until I'm met with a ground-level door, opening up into what appears to be a lift - a lift - leading up into the higher levels. "Oh, God, this is too perfect," I murmur, ducking in through the door and waiting for him to follow. It looks fairly simple, but also entirely mechanical - someone's invention, however long ago they were here. It's small, too, barely enough room for two people, though I try to press back against one wall, reaching out to pull him in with me before we pull the door closed ( ... )

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bloodycrescents October 22 2011, 14:04:20 UTC
Closed in with her like that, it's torture not to do something right then and there, but I hold back, tense and desperate, until we emerge. It looks like no one's lived here for a while as I turn to take in the room around us, the other options ahead, but then, I don't know how to really tell here where house stay the way they were when their last owners vanished, nothing but dust to prove their absence. Everything here feels haunted, a dozen dozen ghost homes dotted across the island, furnished and abandoned. It's convenient for me, for us, but it's eerie, too, how easily people can slip away here ( ... )

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shewaswarned October 22 2011, 14:36:58 UTC
I could feel the tension rising again the minute we'd stepped into the lift, the small space forcing us in close together, but somehow we'd managed to linger apart, like two similar sides of the magnet drifting in before just barely glancing away. It's a relief in itself to get the heels off, and the sensation of soft rugs underneath my feet is enough to make me feel a little more comfortable in being here, inside this abandoned place, the shells of memories lingering around us. I've only just made it towards the doorway of the first room when I feel a hand at my waist, fingers curling in the fabric of the dress, and I turn in kind, spinning halfway ( ... )

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