Hair still in his face. Entire mien still rife with dishevelment. Crawling up onto his knees and palms before he's upright, moving over. Pushing the worst of the morning out of his line of view in a secondary reprise just as soft-mouthed as the first.
Particularly when he exhales.
(Oh, there it is: that otherwordly scent. That same, unnatural glow....)]
Fuck, I never thought I'd see it again.
[In a mind where survival and practicality are an unchallenged, total monarchy:] I'd all but forgotten about it.
2/2
Is that....
[The sword?
His sword?
Hold on. Hold on.
Hair still in his face. Entire mien still rife with dishevelment. Crawling up onto his knees and palms before he's upright, moving over. Pushing the worst of the morning out of his line of view in a secondary reprise just as soft-mouthed as the first.
Particularly when he exhales.
(Oh, there it is: that otherwordly scent. That same, unnatural glow....)]
Fuck, I never thought I'd see it again.
[In a mind where survival and practicality are an unchallenged, total monarchy:] I'd all but forgotten about it.