week two - sunday, post-execution (newt)

[eisenundblut]

[Well Prussia sure is a pretty sight, covered in blood, standing at the water's edge. The waves lap gently at the feet of her boots, but she doesn't seem to pay them any more attention than she does the sword still grasped in her left hand. Its tip drags in the sand, but the metal itself is clean; from the streak on her blouse, mixed with the blood Austria had bled on her, it looks like she'd cleaned the blade.

For once, she's not laughing, or crying, or shouting. She's just... standing there at the edge of the water, staring out over it. She's not using her parasol. She's absolutely going to get sunburnt.]