Before Ellis has spoken, even, to rustled movement and hissing breath.
There’s nothing else for him to do, crouched in a dead spider crumple of knees and elbows, warmed by the fire’s glow without darkness to cloak in or work to occupy his hands. Glowing edges chew at the cloth he cast into the fire, slow to bloom through all the damp. He eventually pinches his nails at the knot of a loose stitch, hardened into place by the scab dried around it.
He doesn’t have to see anger to sense it, pressed flat as he is between the fire and the sole of Ellis’ boot.
“It’s a selfish thing to welcome an easy death while the rest of your world is rotting at the seams.”
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Before Ellis has spoken, even, to rustled movement and hissing breath.
There’s nothing else for him to do, crouched in a dead spider crumple of knees and elbows, warmed by the fire’s glow without darkness to cloak in or work to occupy his hands. Glowing edges chew at the cloth he cast into the fire, slow to bloom through all the damp. He eventually pinches his nails at the knot of a loose stitch, hardened into place by the scab dried around it.
He doesn’t have to see anger to sense it, pressed flat as he is between the fire and the sole of Ellis’ boot.
“It’s a selfish thing to welcome an easy death while the rest of your world is rotting at the seams.”