Not threat. But pressure. Where Derrica catches hold of Ellie by her elbows, draws her upright with her, and turns her towards the door. Derrica keeps herself between Ellie's sightline and the tableau the room has made for her. (Derrica sees. There is so much blood. There are familiar silhouettes. It is not meant for her, but it pains her to see all the same.) And in the space, as Derrica maneuvers them both towards the door, where she is afraid the spirits won't let them go.
But they pass over the threshold. Derrica doesn't let go of Ellie, even as the door bangs closed behind them.
no subject
Not threat. But pressure. Where Derrica catches hold of Ellie by her elbows, draws her upright with her, and turns her towards the door. Derrica keeps herself between Ellie's sightline and the tableau the room has made for her. (Derrica sees. There is so much blood. There are familiar silhouettes. It is not meant for her, but it pains her to see all the same.) And in the space, as Derrica maneuvers them both towards the door, where she is afraid the spirits won't let them go.
But they pass over the threshold. Derrica doesn't let go of Ellie, even as the door bangs closed behind them.