Scorpius B3 - Thursday - 5/15
The skin was pale, clammy, and shivered like a machine with a missing gear. The eyes were closed. The body was lain haphazardly on the bunk, as if thrown there and forgotten.
Flesh, bone, blood, tears, muscle, ligaments, cartilage: it was all there, wrapped up in a neat little human package. Black hair, black clothes, head, shoulders, knees, toes; the cloak at the feet, the broom in the hand.
But the boy was gone.
[establishy][and no, he's not dead][for clarification, he just looks like he's in a restless sleep]
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