 Re: Descending Through the Heavens to You. Lit.R.P.
Calar had flung himself through the door just as the window beside Lucy shattered. Throwing his hands out, strange words fell from his tongue in a whisper, sending the glass in strange directions around the girl. Then, as gently as he could, he tackled her to the floor, covering her with himself to guard her from the last of the glass.
Just in time, it seemed because a section of the ceiling fell in above them.
__________________ And run from them, from them, with no direction, We'll run from them, from them, with no conviction. Cause I'm just one of those ghosts, travelling endlessly, I don't need no roads, in fact, they follow me. |