schneewittchxn

@charopos is lost in the woods

           “Oh but I’m not dead,” the girl insisted even if she seemed to glide and drift like so many along the river’s edge. Her soul was still anchored to a body lying on a bed of glass, waiting, waiting to wake up again. 

charopos

           If he had an obolus for every time he heard that .   .   .  
                      Apathy dripped from his demeanor, his eyes skimming over her briefly.

                                “Dead enough.”