He swung up onto Seven with easy grace, gathering the reins and settling the skirts of his coat and for a moment Sam was frozen, remembering. Remembering Dean behind the wheel of the Impala, his face flushed by the wind, grinning – singing along to one of his damn cassette tapes, the Devil's own glee in the looks he'd shoot at Sam. All the surging power of two tons of Detroit steel spun and held by Dean's hands. The same hands that would stroke over the seamless gloss of her black skin, murmuring praise and endearments. It hurt, to think he would never see that again – Dean so free and easy, all the roads of America at his feet and under her wheels. Dean had never once had a black horse.
That. That's the heart-break quote of this part.
Then it was a matter of finding each corpse and dousing it, and setting it alight. Some were very small. Most showed wolf-sign, splintered bones and blurred footprints. The buzzards and a band of opportunistic crows fled hissing from the small bonfires, flapping dustily away into the long slant of the late afternoon sun.
Beautiful and terrible.
Dude, I'm sorry if this comment doesn't gush as much as you deserve, but it all ROCKS and it's like reading a good, long novel. Too deep in it to pick it apart. The characters are so vivid, the scope so wide--Mama Lena, Malak, Slink--oh, and I love Tink, she reminds me of Kendra, with her sirs and watchfulness. I already want backstory ::puppy eyes::
I'm savoring this, like a smorgasbord of all my favorite stuff. Off to the next part.
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That. That's the heart-break quote of this part.
Then it was a matter of finding each corpse and dousing it, and setting it alight. Some were very small. Most showed wolf-sign, splintered bones and blurred footprints. The buzzards and a band of opportunistic crows fled hissing from the small bonfires, flapping dustily away into the long slant of the late afternoon sun.
Beautiful and terrible.
Dude, I'm sorry if this comment doesn't gush as much as you deserve, but it all ROCKS and it's like reading a good, long novel. Too deep in it to pick it apart. The characters are so vivid, the scope so wide--Mama Lena, Malak, Slink--oh, and I love Tink, she reminds me of Kendra, with her sirs and watchfulness. I already want backstory ::puppy eyes::
I'm savoring this, like a smorgasbord of all my favorite stuff. Off to the next part.