[Ellie is ears tonight, ears and steady eyes, faded scars and old bruises nearly healed. She herself feels halfway there, a figure in a worn and torn jacket, a bow across her back, looking like she's been on the road for years. Her hand where it curls around her glass is as scarred as the rest of her.
Maybe none of this is real, but it makes her feel like less of a ghost to talk to the other wayward souls.
This one, chillingly, sounds like something that would come out of her own mouth.]
II. SILHOUETTE SECRETS.
[Ellie is ears tonight, ears and steady eyes, faded scars and old bruises nearly healed. She herself feels halfway there, a figure in a worn and torn jacket, a bow across her back, looking like she's been on the road for years. Her hand where it curls around her glass is as scarred as the rest of her.
Maybe none of this is real, but it makes her feel like less of a ghost to talk to the other wayward souls.
This one, chillingly, sounds like something that would come out of her own mouth.]
Why d'you think you keep on going?