Fics like they're burning all the witches

Letting out a quiet exclamation that was a cross between alarm and surprise, Kara hastily began to scoop at the shallow grave, hoping she wasn’t too late to save the person. She used some of her magic to assist her, pushing chunks of dirt out of the way with casual gestures of her hands, until she felt the coarse fabric of a coat beneath her fingertips. Pulling with all of her strength, Kara came up with a limp body, breathing heavily as she cradled the person’s upper body in her arms. Her hands were caked in dirt and she was covered in a slight sheen of sweat from the exertion of digging, but she didn’t pause as she reached out to pull down the black hood drawn up over the person’s head. As she did so, dark hair spilled out from beneath it, and Kara found herself looking down at pale skin, almost ghostly in the moonlight, closed eyes and dark eyebrows. The lower half of the woman’s face - it was a woman, she realised - was covered with a black scarf, drawn up over her nose and mouth. Slowly reaching out, Kara pulled the scarf down, exposing perfectly shaped bowstring lips that were parted slightly, and leant down to hear for breathing. It was shallow, but barely there, and Kara panicked.

Fics like they're burning all the witches

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