Echo (
screwthatnoise) wrote2013-07-29 04:16 pm
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♥ v2
A cold, delicate hand grabs yours and pulls. It pulls, and it pulls... there's a sense of urgency in this icy grasp, as well as a trace of reluctance. Abruptly the hand let's go, right as your vision fades to black, and for a brief moment, only a brief moment, your senses disappear. There's only the eerie sensation of weightlessness before your feet are settled back on solid ground again.
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[BUT THAT TREE WAS AWFUL...]
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She chokes back a few sobs.
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... Who told you that?
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Was it someone wearing a cloak with a hood?
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"You really think... you really believe that I can grow plants, even now?"
Her voice isn't doubtful; it's hopeful.
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Definitely. It's something you're trying your hardest at, right? ... Even if things have gone badly so far, I know you can still do it.
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Ah, uh, I mean—! ... Sorry...
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"N... no, I am not crying because I am sad."
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"I... I can try. I think I can try. But it's hard, because after what had just happened to me earlier..."
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But we won't let her just do whatever she wants here anymore.
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"If... if that is even possible!"
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That cold voice was not Coping's. It came from behind you.
Coping's face grows pale.
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