So, these are some snippets that give Ashes, Ashes (which I've officially renamed. Perceivable Intensities, which is a shortening of the original name, didn't fit so well, and... let's just say there's a lot of ash in this book) the exact feel I want for it.
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*I say snippets, but really- they're words. Put together. With other words. Tending to be rather short. They should really be called "snips," only that sounds... awkward.
I fear we shall always have a bond after this night.
They had both known how far they’d go, what barriers they would cross and crush underfoot.
They would both go farther.
The sun and the atmosphere are both warm, jovial, but the wind, light as it seems, holds ice, and it settles over her more easily than any of the warmth.
She’s relieved for the silence, letting it carry them along and not once trying to fight it, but it doesn’t last long. After about ten minutes he pulls over, the road all around them deserted and, when he rolls down his window, silent. But not peaceful. Never peaceful.
He rests his forearms on the wheel and a small smile plucks at the corner of his mouth.
‘What?’ Allison asks, watching him not look at her, her own smile beginning to form despite the foreboding the situation is making her feel. ‘What are you thinking about?’
‘Nothing.’ There’s a pause and she comes close to ripping his insufferable face off of it’s insufferable neck. ‘I’m just watching, darling.’
‘This? This is not a smirk.’
‘Don’t expect me to ask, then, because you know I-’
‘Worry not. I’m well aware you’re far too grand for the rest of us.'
*whispers* How do you end a post after sharing work you're incredibly excited/proud about/of? WITH SPARKLES! BAM! IMAGINARY SPARKLES FOR YOU ALL.