[The heat of Algric's ice block hand cuts through the heat from his eyes, burning even in his sleep. Jonah whimpers - encased in it, dropped into the depths of the blood-colored sea, a viewing tank while the world falls apart around him - and hand twitches, gripping the duvet tightly. They're leaving him, left alone in life and they'll go the only place he can't, dying, dead. Safe from all of this finally.]
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Date: 2020-10-16 01:53 am (UTC)