She starts to say something, but is interrupted by a yawn.
She snuggles down to rest her head on his chest, and listens to the rhythm of his pulse, the sway of the trees, the murmur of the brook, the soft susurration of the wind in the grass...
The sun is warm, and her brother is whole.
And so this small part of Death slips into sleep with absolute contentment.
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Date: 2005-02-09 10:51 pm (UTC)She starts to say something, but is interrupted by a yawn.
She snuggles down to rest her head on his chest, and listens to the rhythm of his pulse, the sway of the trees, the murmur of the brook, the soft susurration of the wind in the grass...
The sun is warm, and her brother is whole.
And so this small part of Death slips into sleep with absolute contentment.