River laughs, spinning with her, bright and joyous and sunlit.
Between the space of one blink and the next, she's gone. Ingress is holding a knife with a blade that tapers like a leaf; there are two drops of blood on the bright metal.
And River? Perhaps she's gone the way of the roses. They've all vanished too.
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timeasmymeasure
Re: Not all is as it seems
Date: 2010-06-16 05:26 am (UTC)Between the space of one blink and the next, she's gone. Ingress is holding a knife with a blade that tapers like a leaf; there are two drops of blood on the bright metal.
And River? Perhaps she's gone the way of the roses. They've all vanished too.