Without the warmth and light of the fire, the room was shrouded in cold darkness. Silent as the tomb, they wandered through that darkness to their appointed rest.
Somewhere, Vashti was humming to herself as she undressed in the dark. Praying by her bedside to the Great Lord for allowing her to serve still, she took a deep breath and went to her appointed rest.
Somewhere, a servant was crawling, bleeding across the stone cold floor, his eyesight failing. He had to escape from... whatever those were... He had to... And there in that cold darkness, he found his appointed rest.
The soft moonlight gleamed on the still white wasteland outside. Empty and harsh, the snow burying all in its thick white shroud.
Between the footsteps and the soft sound of her robe trailing along the floor, Ishamael heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.
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Date: 2006-11-03 08:34 pm (UTC)Somewhere, Vashti was humming to herself as she undressed in the dark. Praying by her bedside to the Great Lord for allowing her to serve still, she took a deep breath and went to her appointed rest.
Somewhere, a servant was crawling, bleeding across the stone cold floor, his eyesight failing. He had to escape from... whatever those were... He had to... And there in that cold darkness, he found his appointed rest.
The soft moonlight gleamed on the still white wasteland outside. Empty and harsh, the snow burying all in its thick white shroud.
Between the footsteps and the soft sound of her robe trailing along the floor, Ishamael heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.