two corpses walk into the woods
Nov. 4th, 2015 12:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vive_lavenirJehan and Bahorel make their way into the forest.
Bahorel's wounds are fresh and bright and wide, his skin pale as it never was in life, and when his shoulder brushes Jehan's, it's strangely cool.
Jehan is silent. His outer vision is fixed on the dark woods ahead, lit only by a small flashlight and the moon; his inner vision sees Bahorel dead on the paving stones, looking just as he does now.
Bahorel's wounds are fresh and bright and wide, his skin pale as it never was in life, and when his shoulder brushes Jehan's, it's strangely cool.
Jehan is silent. His outer vision is fixed on the dark woods ahead, lit only by a small flashlight and the moon; his inner vision sees Bahorel dead on the paving stones, looking just as he does now.
