aj_crawley (
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2008-02-24 05:10 am (UTC)
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No one has crossed through the mountains,
for twelve leagues it is darkness throughout--
dense is the darkness, and light there is none.
"Nothing," he says. (Lie.)
When the shivering is under control again, and he looks up, Crowley lets out a quiet moan of fear.
"The afterglow from the fire - I couldn't see it." (Truth.)
He can't see.
It's been months since he was out over the ocean, black sky above and black sea below.
(This is not true; there is simply nothing left, in the vast and empty black, to look at.)
And the fire, though small, is, is very bright. He couldn't see -
Nothing to see; nothing to hear, either. It's all swallowed up by the dark, like being cast into
some great, formless void, endless, unchanging.
And for a moment -
Crowley's alone.
He shuffles closer to the fire, scuffing through the dust.
The ground might as well be slicked over with ice, it's so cold.
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for twelve leagues it is darkness throughout--
dense is the darkness, and light there is none.
some great, formless void, endless, unchanging.