It was then that the rain began.
It started with a drop or two as the sky rumbled its discontent, the stormy grey clouds quickening above the cobbled streets. Two drops multiplied into four into eight and so on until it erupted into a downpour of misery.
Nothing more than the sniffles, she mused as she counted the cracks of the sidewalk, careful not to step on them. A real storm has anger, passion and violence. A true maelstrom brings danger with it.
A clash of lightning startled behind her and she curved her lips, the water arranging her hair in complex spirals about her shoulders as drops cascaded down her sylvan form.
One, two... her lips formed the words as she continued to count, a crack of thunder shattering the silence. She hummed happily as water dripped off her form and onto the sidewalk.
Macabre can't reach me here, she mused.
I've found safety in the onslaught of the oncoming storm- It's the one place his shadow cannot exist.
It started with a drop or two as the sky rumbled its discontent, the stormy grey clouds quickening above the cobbled streets. Two drops multiplied into four into eight and so on until it erupted into a downpour of misery.
Nothing more than the sniffles, she mused as she counted the cracks of the sidewalk, careful not to step on them. A real storm has anger, passion and violence. A true maelstrom brings danger with it.
A clash of lightning startled behind her and she curved her lips, the water arranging her hair in complex spirals about her shoulders as drops cascaded down her sylvan form.
One, two... her lips formed the words as she continued to count, a crack of thunder shattering the silence. She hummed happily as water dripped off her form and onto the sidewalk.
Macabre can't reach me here, she mused.
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