((Sorry, I couldn't handle the level of blood of the video, but I had ideas, so I went with a slightly different take))
The sound of wings. Again
Too many to be the vultures, who always visited in quartets. The wingbeats were also faster than the vultures' strangely comforting glide.
There was no chirp of songbirds. Good. She didn't need to cry today anyway.
Twenty-four blackbirds. Of course. Two dozen tool-users who liked to get domestic, tidying the place with their little wire-hooks and little brushes. Not to mention the pie. Sometimes it was best not to mention the pie.
When they left, her little room was bone-white again. Like she was back on the first day. Like she'd never wept and bled and lived in it.
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Date: 2024-02-19 10:21 pm (UTC)The sound of wings. Again
Too many to be the vultures, who always visited in quartets. The wingbeats were also faster than the vultures' strangely comforting glide.
There was no chirp of songbirds. Good. She didn't need to cry today anyway.
Twenty-four blackbirds. Of course. Two dozen tool-users who liked to get domestic, tidying the place with their little wire-hooks and little brushes. Not to mention the pie. Sometimes it was best not to mention the pie.
When they left, her little room was bone-white again. Like she was back on the first day. Like she'd never wept and bled and lived in it.
They did like to take care of her.