It was difficult, the four of them all pressed into such a small space.
No, no she though as Reinette swallowed down the bile that sat full in her throat as the stench threatened to overtake her. There might as well been three of them. Because there was very little of Jack left, not as she remembered him.
It was Jack, yes.
She was a certain of it. But only pieces remained. Broken and pressed as far as they might be against the ancient, decaying walls. As she closed the space between them she could feel the floor move beneath her feet, wet and rot soaking up them hem of her gown. Something ran across one shoe, but she paid it no mind.
There was more clothing than there was Jack, though there was hardly anything left of either. Filth and decay had reached up to fill in the wounds and holes where parts of him had simply seemed to fall away. The nails on his feet yellow and curled. And his hands ---
It was only Jack's eyes that gave clear evidence of who he once was, and those now shuttered against her too. Fleeing the light. His cheekbons were sharp enough to cut.
Reinette knelt to touch him then, carefully. As if she somehow might hold through will alone all the pieces that remained of him together. Even then she did not touch skin, but more filth. Her thumb moved carefully over his cheek.
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No, no she though as Reinette swallowed down the bile that sat full in her throat as the stench threatened to overtake her. There might as well been three of them. Because there was very little of Jack left, not as she remembered him.
It was Jack, yes.
She was a certain of it. But only pieces remained. Broken and pressed as far as they might be against the ancient, decaying walls. As she closed the space between them she could feel the floor move beneath her feet, wet and rot soaking up them hem of her gown. Something ran across one shoe, but she paid it no mind.
There was more clothing than there was Jack, though there was hardly anything left of either. Filth and decay had reached up to fill in the wounds and holes where parts of him had simply seemed to fall away. The nails on his feet yellow and curled. And his hands ---
It was only Jack's eyes that gave clear evidence of who he once was, and those now shuttered against her too. Fleeing the light. His cheekbons were sharp enough to cut.
Reinette knelt to touch him then, carefully. As if she somehow might hold through will alone all the pieces that remained of him together. Even then she did not touch skin, but more filth. Her thumb moved carefully over his cheek.
"Jack."