Astrea had not realized that death would be this painful, with sharp pricks against her consciousness. She remained still, hoping the process of returning to the stars would pass quickly. She felt full, like her corporeal form would burst into particles.
I know I'm pushing up against the line for holiday-themed stories, at ten minutes to midnight here on Christmas, but I had this little story for Kahrin and Innes in my head, and wanted to share it. Happy holidays to everyone celebrating. ~B
Astrea opened her mouth to demand what for, when a fierce glow lit the sky with an intensity she could feel against her skin. "I don't think fighters are going to be enough," she murmured as her stomach rolled with dread.
Writing Brandt's struggles is a test of my descriptive skills, and not one I can say I'm satisfied with the result of.
Brandt keeps pestering me to be written, but I keep trying to tell her I need to wait for her story to be more clear to me. We're at an impasse.