[Salieri reaches out to accept the photo, swallowing hard as he looks down--and his breath catches in his throat as he stares down at--
there they lie, lined up, sallow as ghosts, eyes closed, quiet, still the blood that pools around them is a stark contrast to paled skin, red seeping into the ground underneath them they're dead, all of them, everyone here that he's ever cared about
There's a horror that fills Salieri's chest, tightening in his throat, and he's going pale with it. The handkerchief falls to the floor as he grasps the photo now with both hands, smearing some blood on the corner]
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Date: 2021-06-29 11:34 pm (UTC)eyes closed, quiet, still
the blood that pools around them is a stark contrast to paled skin,
red seeping into the ground underneath them
they're dead, all of them, everyone here that he's ever cared about
There's a horror that fills Salieri's chest, tightening in his throat, and he's going pale with it. The handkerchief falls to the floor as he grasps the photo now with both hands, smearing some blood on the corner]
...oh.
[his voice is very faint]