Dark brown eyes above pale cheeks and dark bruises that will not fade. Fingernails obsessively picking at sleeve cuffs, hair tied up in a bun with a black ribbon. Teeth gnawing on bottom lips without thought.
Sounds echoing through the woods, leaves crunching underfoot, a shape moving just out of sight.
She dips her toes into the water of the stream, holding the skirt of her white sundress up slightly. Bram stands as far away as possible, regarding the water with the kind of distain a cat might.
The shape moves forward, a deer with antlers draped in vines that do not grow here.
He skims a stone across the stream, watching her step aside, head thrown back in laughter, a pretty mess of bruised eyes, pale cheeks and bitten lips.
The deer’s mouth hinges open, a piercing shriek erupts. Birds take off and she hunches over, blood staining the palm of her hand.
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