by lilt » Wed Dec 14, 2011 12:14 pm
:Noah:
"No," I murmured, looking at Tallie. She looked...dead. Immediately, I rushed to her and quickly found her wounds. Somehow I knew what to do. Closing my eyes, I willed her to heal. a warmth spread through the fingers and into her, sealing the wounds as good as new. Keeping one hand on her bloody stomach, I lifted the other to her neck. Vampires had a pulse, no matter how faint. There, under my cold fingers, I felt it; her pulse was coming back.
lilt verb \ˈlilt\ to move musically or lively.
"life, believe, is not a dream
so dark as sages say;
oft a little morning rain
foretells a pleasant day.
sometimes there are cloud of gloom,
but these are transient all;
if the shower will make the roses bloom,
oh why lament its fall?"
- charlotte brontë -