Fab story, bb! So dark and twisty and sexy and sympathetic to Sam all at once. And creeeeepy Ruby!! I loved it. (Always thought that was a good Winchester song, too.) When it grew back, they’d strip it away again, and again, and again, and each time the scar tissue grew back blacker, with less of the blood of the human soul’s dreams and more the sulfuric reek of the blackening remains. Sam knew it, saw it, felt it: his dreams were full of the screams, the stench, and the spray of blood that pulsed weaker and weaker, day by day.
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Date: 2009-11-17 06:57 pm (UTC)When it grew back, they’d strip it away again, and again, and again, and each time the scar tissue grew back blacker, with less of the blood of the human soul’s dreams and more the sulfuric reek of the blackening remains. Sam knew it, saw it, felt it: his dreams were full of the screams, the stench, and the spray of blood that pulsed weaker and weaker, day by day.
Nice. :D