Chapter 49: The Unkind and Less Unkind Memories (3)
Hope hesitated before placing the crescent ornament back on his left ear, the cool metal a contrast to the feverish heat from his wounds.
'Never thought I'd wear jewelry for a Memory...or ever that is...'
He then slowly lowered his body to sit down in the stark pool of light. Leaning forward, legs lazily spread out, he stared blankly forward as his mind focused on the pain in his wounds. The throbs and aches were again a great distraction from the voices—anything that would keep him from its threatening sea.
And...he waited.
How fast was this Memory going to work? Minutes? Hours?
Well, he had all night afterall.
Sleep was not going to ensnare him.
Bzzzzch...
At that moment, the magic hummed against his ear.
Hope hesitated but then sorely reached over and rolled back his dark sleeves up to his elbows. The sticky sound of cloth peeling off flesh wetly murmured into the air as the wounds were revealed under the moonlight like black ripped holes. The claw marks on his right forearm down to his wrist from the Profaned were there as well.
Hope blinked nonchalantly, his fingers shakily flexing and unflexing into fists.