11-03-2020, 04:42 PM
No, not arm wrestling contests -- Jude was healthy, but no strongman. One simply wasn't a conduit for dark interdimensional forces without taking advantage of it from time to time. Or, one simply wasn't a conduit without being taken advantage of from time to time. Space, time, and matter combined into a thick door. Jude and his sister were a peephole bored into it.
Where are you? something called from a place inside his head. His mind was the forest outside, swathed in fog and rain, and the voice was not one voice but a chorus, synchronized into a single melodious calling. Where are you? He wanted to answer it.
No.
One hand on the armchair tightened to a fist. The shadow-shivering ceased, but he felt something in the woods lifts its head and turn. Are you over there?
"I'm fine." Near wouldn't believe him, and Jude didn't want to believe it either. He was fine.
Where are you? something called from a place inside his head. His mind was the forest outside, swathed in fog and rain, and the voice was not one voice but a chorus, synchronized into a single melodious calling. Where are you? He wanted to answer it.
No.
One hand on the armchair tightened to a fist. The shadow-shivering ceased, but he felt something in the woods lifts its head and turn. Are you over there?
"I'm fine." Near wouldn't believe him, and Jude didn't want to believe it either. He was fine.