feel the moon hit the blacktop; any

[Catcher]

He steps away, and her eyes turn to witness the flare of anger illuminating his own.

“More than you could ever dream,” she breathes, her features a mask of vacancy.

He was hollow, and empty -- not much more than a golem born of ice on an isle during a frigid night.  Nothing like the boy whose memories she could seconds ago.

This night’s endeavors had only bred rage and failure.  The anger at least, was something - a small thing -  compared to the bitter nothingness of before.

The dreamweaver doesn’t flinch when teeth dig into their owner’s flesh, and she watches with indifference as he starts to fade.

When he looks back one last time, the charcoal wolf stands in the unicorn’s place.
“Sweetest dreams, vessel.”

And with that she turned, walking back into the meadow where the fireflies waited loyally to dance again.

She’d promised herself nothing would ruin it.

And she’d save tonight yet.
 

CATCHER

caught in the afterglow

@[Firen] just wrapping things up from her end!