Rope-Rope the Jiggling Acrophobe, cont'd

[tactheantidog]

The lighter flicked open. Postrift’s fingers turned brown as he moved them slowly over the flame, he thought of a tomb. He thought of winds finally reducing Empty Cave to dust, or undefined unrestrained corrosion from within, he thought of the pain in his fingers, he thought of his weary eyes. Yes, he thought of the dust Empty Cave deserved to be.

Comments

[whisperbird]

maybe he wouldn’t feel so disgusted and disgusting and untrusting and corroded, rusting, after some sleep.

That line is so beautiful, I like this a lot. ♥

[tactheantidog]

Merci :)