Sharp scrapes on delicate flesh.
Gravity pulling his slender body into darkness. Solid ice like thorns scratched deeply, eventually tearing the thick layer of fabric on his skin. He did not feel blood. Everything happened so suddenly.
Moulin held Snow tight in his embrace. Although he did it to bring some sort of comfort to himself as he fell deeper into the earth. He felt that the hole was narrow and that it was hard to breathe. It was pitch black but he did not know that for his eyes were shut tight.
Suddenly, he felt a sense of entry. As if he had entered through something unknown, however, he didn't have the time to pay attention to it. What came next was the sudden splash of freezing water. Moulin held his breath. His body felt light but it was still falling. Like an invisible force was pushing him deeper into the depths of the waters.
Fear. He felt fear.
