Ellie is frozen in her way to the bathing room, a bucket with a heated stone held in her hands. Just in front of her is her reflection in the dim lantern light - pale and tight, brows drawn together. In the darker parts of her reflection, Ellie can see claws scratching at the glass, gently searching for a weakness.
She steps back sharply, dropping the bucket as she goes for her knife. She thought she was safe, thought they couldn't get her here--]
and now the world is spinning when I get the feeling it's falling asleep - December 31st
Ellie is frozen in her way to the bathing room, a bucket with a heated stone held in her hands. Just in front of her is her reflection in the dim lantern light - pale and tight, brows drawn together. In the darker parts of her reflection, Ellie can see claws scratching at the glass, gently searching for a weakness.
She steps back sharply, dropping the bucket as she goes for her knife. She thought she was safe, thought they couldn't get her here--]