"It's nothing," Mathias says, even as little buds appear on the vine, then open, blooming into beautiful flowers the colour of blood. The leaves unfurl into something vaguely like the shape of a hand and they rustle. In that rustle, he hears the sound of laughter.
"I just thought I saw something in the trees," he says, forcing himself to look at Julie. The vine cannot be there. It's not there. "But I think it might have just been a bird."
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Date: 2012-08-13 10:10 pm (UTC)"I just thought I saw something in the trees," he says, forcing himself to look at Julie. The vine cannot be there. It's not there. "But I think it might have just been a bird."