A/N: This prompt was by serenbach. Thanks!
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Clouds break an amethyst sky, scattered blurs of looming indigo splayed by a lachrymose hand. Liquid fire dances on their faces, every flicker a sign that they're alive.
It's been three weeks now.
The lurch, the scrape, the desperate snatching of hands- then came the fall, both of them, tumbling down into North Crater, the ridge tumbling behind them.
Reeve stared, open mouthed, left to find help. Left them there, in the cold and the gloom and the wild.
Her eyes droop, but he never sleeps. He keeps watch, her pale hand twined with his, abandoned in their untamed Eden.
A/N: Sorry for the shortness. I had an itch to do some semi-poetic description, and thus came over all drabbley.