An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
She jerks and suddenly she’s back in the house that is their temporary refuge, but David’s soul is still there, she can feel it. In the dim moonlight from the window behind her, Ellie sees them: dark bruises the color of his ugly soul spread about her neck like a noose.
A re-telling of WINTER in a world where your soul has its own unique color that can spread to others through skin-to-skin contact.











