WIP Wednesday
I'm slowly running out of TUBC snippets to share that aren't angst... sorry...
‘Rook,’ Davrin utters, his voice sounding a thousand miles away. His body moves of its own accord. His fingertips are on her shoulder, feather-light, as if she might break – but he couldn’t bear not to touch her right now, needs that point of contact to know that she’s actually here. Solid and warm beneath his touch, trembling and so covered in filth that it’s tough to see where her armor ends and her skin begins. She slumps to the side, collapses onto the ground. Her eyes are jumping around, seemingly unseeing, her gaze full of confusion, exhaustion, despair. ‘Where…’ she croaks, her voice hoarse as if she hasn’t used it in days. ‘We’re at the Lighthouse, Rook,’ Davrin says, trying to keep his voice soothing even if panic is still buzzing through his limbs. He wants to add something to the effect of you’re alright – but she seems so out of it that he honestly can’t be sure. Rook shakes her head, and it looks like it’s the most exhausting thing she’s ever done. ‘Neve,’ she rasps instead, barely more than a whisper. ‘Harding.’
Gently tagging @mythals-whore @cute-ellyna @captainmagpie-risha @bg3daydream @woundedsoul12 @madamemortem if you guys feel like sharing some WIPs? :)
