"Tch," comes the soft, androgynous voice. "I quite can't figure whether you're fighting to the end or giving up."
The sound of a slow draw on a cigarette, the person standing at the foot of Ennis's bed shimmering in and out of view like a heat-vision or a mirage: All water in the desert, and just as cruel.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2006-10-11 03:41 am (UTC)The sound of a slow draw on a cigarette, the person standing at the foot of Ennis's bed shimmering in and out of view like a heat-vision or a mirage: All water in the desert, and just as cruel.