Sweet Dreams are Made of This

Sparrow · 04-04-2024, 08:21 PM

Somewhere in the fog of her post match injuries, medicine, and the alcohol, Sparrow stumbled into unconsciousness. It was deep and all encompassing, a stillness passing over her. Maybe she was finally able to rest after so long of searching and hunting down Recluse's killer. She laid still, not needing to breathe in this space, her body numb from any pains or aches from the battle. The more she thought about it...

"Aw shit..."

She was dead, wasn't she? Her eyes opened, but not without effort. There was swaths of darkness and pin pricks of light, as if she was in the bands of the night sky. She couldn't find it in herself to panic, she simply didn't want to accept it yet.

"Shit."

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