Nov 30, 2013
ender in the drift
The first time Valentine drifts with her brother is hard; the last time is a million times worse. The violence of tearing him out of her mind is an assault, the way staring up at the sun is an assault. She is blinded by it: the impossible sweetness of the touch of a dark hand on hershishers, a smile, overpowering loneliness, blood spilling off hisherhis knuckles, screaming in the night on the inside, her face Valentine's face love you forever, crickets and screaming more screaming a dark face smiling at her and then it's just pain, and she can't tell anymore whether it's hers or it's his, reality or memory--
Then arms close around her and her brother whispers, "Valentine," in her ear, and she just. Stops caring.