The rough tree trunk behind her scrapes on her palm as she drops her sword from nerveless fingers, head falling back, and she can't get any further away than that, oh-
Oh. God...
She tries to turn her face, it's wrong, and she can't get away, but it's wrong.
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timeasmymeasure
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Date: 2006-10-13 10:19 pm (UTC)Oh. God...
She tries to turn her face, it's wrong, and she can't get away, but it's wrong.