War-torn bodies and buildings turned to rubble— she's seen that plenty. Phantasmic coats, however? Not so much. It's no surprise, then, that Carolina's lapse in judgement should be punished by that very specter. ...Specter? Demon? Hallucination? Whatever the hell it is, she's contorted her face into fitting disgust and wields it as an ineffective weapon.
Little moths swarm like flies to a fallen soldier. Larva first— in the eyes and mouth and wounds, gesticulating, churning their teeth. Out sprouts the wings and out comes the eggs. More dead, more flesh to feast, more eggs to lay, more swarm. Bodies cook under the hot sun fast. The scent, it's—
Disgusting—
Slam— the door behind her back. Dust and cotton and moth spores swirl miasmically, a fine powder on their shoulders. Carolina grits her teeth, rolls her shoulders. Steady yourself. It's fine. Don't let it happen again. Ever.
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War-torn bodies and buildings turned to rubble— she's seen that plenty. Phantasmic coats, however? Not so much. It's no surprise, then, that Carolina's lapse in judgement should be punished by that very specter. ...Specter? Demon? Hallucination? Whatever the hell it is, she's contorted her face into fitting disgust and wields it as an ineffective weapon.
Little moths swarm like flies to a fallen soldier. Larva first— in the eyes and mouth and wounds, gesticulating, churning their teeth. Out sprouts the wings and out comes the eggs. More dead, more flesh to feast, more eggs to lay, more swarm. Bodies cook under the hot sun fast. The scent, it's—
Disgusting—
Slam— the door behind her back. Dust and cotton and moth spores swirl miasmically, a fine powder on their shoulders. Carolina grits her teeth, rolls her shoulders. Steady yourself. It's fine. Don't let it happen again. Ever.
"—Thanks."