[ When she screams, he lifts his head, but even when he opens his eyes, his vision is too blurred to know what's happening; he just knows he sees her because she's the only patch of colour up there. Maybe she's dead, for the way her scream just cut out like that... He mumbles out her name, but even if she were close enough to hear, the chiming drowns it out.
Their bodies cold and pressed against him, their fingers touching and passing through his bones and sapping the heat out of his body, holding his staff is one of the only things keeping him from letting his eyes fall shut again and giving in. He's lost track of the chimes, but now figures it doesn't even matter.
As the chimes go on, the ghosts start to loosen their hold on her, some hands slipping to just hold her by her coat and her hair. They want to see what she would do now that she's decided to stop fighting. It's not fun if she's not lively, afterall. ]
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Their bodies cold and pressed against him, their fingers touching and passing through his bones and sapping the heat out of his body, holding his staff is one of the only things keeping him from letting his eyes fall shut again and giving in. He's lost track of the chimes, but now figures it doesn't even matter.
As the chimes go on, the ghosts start to loosen their hold on her, some hands slipping to just hold her by her coat and her hair. They want to see what she would do now that she's decided to stop fighting. It's not fun if she's not lively, afterall. ]