Dusky
Succubus
Beth stands still for a moment in a breathless state of revelation, then sinks to the ground, hands running through the earth with a newfound appreciation. The white ribbon on her wrist takes on a brownish-tint from the dirt.
With a happy sigh - one of the softest expressions Beth has made that she can call to mind from recent memory - Beth leans against the grave and closes her eyes, taking in the new sensations. The particles stir against her fingers. She spreads out, feeling for more - for the wisps of identity left by the departed. Surely in a place like this she will find something.
With a happy sigh - one of the softest expressions Beth has made that she can call to mind from recent memory - Beth leans against the grave and closes her eyes, taking in the new sensations. The particles stir against her fingers. She spreads out, feeling for more - for the wisps of identity left by the departed. Surely in a place like this she will find something.