I haven’t been very active lately due to uni, so I’ve definitely missed some tags and I don’t feel like catching up on them all, but most recently I was tagged by @ecritetmort to find some words in my writing (and i love that game), so here goes:
In the dimming lights of the underground city, they walked through increasingly narrow tunnels. Some were obstructed by rocks, some climbed and slipped dangerously. Eventually, they reached a long, shallow lake. It could have looked like the common baths, but here, the ceiling was low, the water was cool, and limestone dust tinted the surface in a dull white. To cross it, they had to take off their shoes and pull up their trousers.
There were no torches there. Peter could see, but Nicolàs's only guide through the impenetrable darkness were their fingers intertwined, and the soft glow of Peter's irises. Still, he never hesitated, blindly trusting him even in the dark.
A fool, Peter thought softly.
It was not a heroic sentiment. Hell it was selfish, even, but as she watched them — these people she loved, this refuge they had built — she thought it might be alright to love one's family more than the rest of the world.
"Oooh," Alexia mused, understanding where Peter was coming from. "Yeah. Yeah! Man, that's actually a great idea, what the fuck?"
He raised an eyebrow at her astonishment, and said drily, "Thanks."
"Well sorry dude," she laughed, "but it's wild to see 'Pete' and 'healthy coping mechanism' so close to one another!"
"Yeah, yeah," Peter sighed. "I'm a wreck. Can you just — ?"
Tagging whoever wants to play with: red, decay, lovely
