Trigger warning: getting buried, rot, blood
travel by burial was one of my favorite things to write today and I dunno why
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The last thing she saw before the ground swallowed her was how Tennas put a finger to its lips, eyes coming apart with light.
Then she was pushing her fingers through the soft mulch, holding her breath as she tore through the ground. Clear chimes sounded behind her eyes, and the smell of rotten leaves slithered down her throat. Light poured in through the cracks - this time the natural sunlight of Ieran’s office. Tennas was nowhere in sight but Ieran sat in his office chair, yellow eyes swiveling to her as he smiled without every moving a muscle.
“Daeryanna,” he said with all of the warmth of a stuttering hearth. He put down the papers he had been reading through. “How was your trip?”
Daeryanna spat out a mouthful of mulch and leaves, hacking into the dirt floor of the office. The hound crawled out after her, its night sky fur so matted with blood that it sent darkened clots dancing on the walls.