“Darkness. Gripping. Grinding. Black and dank. Pulling at the strings, lording itself as master over a body not its own. It pounds through veins that corrupt under its touch.” Cole paused mid-step and listened carefully to the ethereal melodies that trickled into his mind. He peered at the surrounding foliage, using his inhuman senses to reach out for the thread that tied this melancholic sound to its fount.
“A broken song. Bleeding in places. But still strong and she…she wants…she wants—”
Lightless eyes focused on the right. Adrenaline and sorrow emanated from that part of the wood and Cole knew well its source. The rest of the party continued forward as the spirit, as if enchanted, split off and vanished into the green. The hollow tune grew louder and louder, it pierced his skin and clawed his bones.
“She wants—” came a hushed hiss from his lips.
Tfw Cole sensed Inara’s longing for death well before meeting her. (◡‿◡✿)
