music: sara's death // nanase hikaru (angel sanctuary soundtrack)
mood: looking for inspiration
prompts: shadows and light, run;
They are not coming.
Run away, little girl. They had told her. We'll give you a meal's head start. Savor your life a bit longer.
But there are no sounds of engines rumbling. No whir signaling the approach of disgraced samurai made of metal and electricity.
They are not coming. She knows that now.
The snow slips between her toes. They don't melt like they should. Her instep feels numb and her heels sting. She imagines that the slickness there could just easily be blood as it could be melted ice.
She doesn't know how long it's been, if hours or days have passed. Sometimes, she can't seem to tell night from day. Shadows and light are all the same in wintertime. She is tired, and not even the sounds of birds calling to each other comfort her.
They are not coming.
She is all alone.
3 comments:
*sighs*
Out of the frying pan and into the fire - though I guess that isn't fire out there, is it?
*hugs Kotori*
It must be absolutely miserable for her out there, completely alone and blind to boot, with no one at all to whom she can turn to... But all the same, she's a strong girl to want to brave it all by herself.
I'm probably going to do a sequel to this piece... probably. I didn't get to include some of the ideas that I wanted to work in.
But it works, right?
*nodnod*
Definitely works.
*grins*
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