Another few steps and both her hands fold lightly around one of Medusa's.
There is noise noise noise, so much noise and paths turning back on themselves like they should not. Everything is tangled and knotted, but I can lay it straight. I think I can lay it straight
This work is so much more delicate than what she's used to. She is used to sword cuts and arrow wounds and fevers and plague. She is nervous, but not hesitant.
The girl is the snakes and the snakes are the girl, but it should not be girlsnakesgirlsnakes. Two threads--pick them apart. Lay them out. Make it smooth. Make it right.
She stands there for what feels like a long time, her eyes closed and her hands around her cousin's. Eventually, she looks up.
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Date: 2008-03-05 06:47 am (UTC)There is noise noise noise, so much noise and paths turning back on themselves like they should not. Everything is tangled and knotted, but I can lay it straight. I think I can lay it straight
This work is so much more delicate than what she's used to. She is used to sword cuts and arrow wounds and fevers and plague. She is nervous, but not hesitant.
The girl is the snakes and the snakes are the girl, but it should not be girlsnakesgirlsnakes. Two threads--pick them apart. Lay them out. Make it smooth. Make it right.
She stands there for what feels like a long time, her eyes closed and her hands around her cousin's. Eventually, she looks up.
"How do you feel?"