If something happens — it may be safest to go straight up.
[She says it quietly, under her breath as they start to creep along again, wary of the eyes in the midst that follow along with their every movement.
The reek of embers grows stronger; now the sounds have escalated from crackling to outright snapping, the creak of wood as it comes apart beneath flame, the snap of logs as they are consumed in a bonfire. A second pair of eyes join the first — these ones as gold as Alucard's, and lower to the ground than the green ones are, but always watching. Watching.
Witch, the winds whisper again, witch. Beg forgiveness.
no subject
[She says it quietly, under her breath as they start to creep along again, wary of the eyes in the midst that follow along with their every movement.
The reek of embers grows stronger; now the sounds have escalated from crackling to outright snapping, the creak of wood as it comes apart beneath flame, the snap of logs as they are consumed in a bonfire. A second pair of eyes join the first — these ones as gold as Alucard's, and lower to the ground than the green ones are, but always watching. Watching.
Witch, the winds whisper again, witch. Beg forgiveness.
A rustle in the trees.
Recant your vows to the devil.
The wood snaps and groans. The fire roars.
Witch's tools.
A woman's voice.
But it's nothing to do with any god —]