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writetomyheart2024-08-19 08:17 am
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[team three] hush little heart II
India Stoker (Stoker) & Morino Yoru (GOTH); PG; 127 words; kidnapping
A continuation from part I (includes prompt details), continues in part III. I’m embracing the slow and just going on vibes at this point! Also, yes, India has still not shown up.
Off the busier roads, the neighbourhood is quiet, just the low humming of insects beneath the hot sun. It’s hard to breathe, the rough weave of the bag humid now with her breaths. Yoru doesn’t think about the way legs, hanging in the air, stopped kicking—
The rough hands, when they grab her arms, looping the wrists together with a tie and pulling her out of the van aren’t a welcome respite, but the change in pace is something new to think about. A few steps of gravel beneath the thin soles of her shoes, then concrete, and then the air echoes metallic, footsteps echoing. A clumsy shove, and the seat of a chair that catches her when she loses her balance.
Silence, for a few breaths.
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A continuation from part I (includes prompt details), continues in part III. I’m embracing the slow and just going on vibes at this point! Also, yes, India has still not shown up.
Off the busier roads, the neighbourhood is quiet, just the low humming of insects beneath the hot sun. It’s hard to breathe, the rough weave of the bag humid now with her breaths. Yoru doesn’t think about the way legs, hanging in the air, stopped kicking—
The rough hands, when they grab her arms, looping the wrists together with a tie and pulling her out of the van aren’t a welcome respite, but the change in pace is something new to think about. A few steps of gravel beneath the thin soles of her shoes, then concrete, and then the air echoes metallic, footsteps echoing. A clumsy shove, and the seat of a chair that catches her when she loses her balance.
Silence, for a few breaths.
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