[Nor regrets for that matter— although proximity to acrid gauze holds still his resolution. His lungs. Time will bleed the sting out of what happened (the fear he feels churning in his throat like nauseous bile), but for now....
The bed is luxuriously soft when he shifts into it, letting his weight slacken at last in the silence. Even if it is a farce, without anything left to tug upon ever-vigilant vampiric senses, it seems he can trick his own subconscious into believing nothing more will come for them tonight.
(Gods, it is strange to rest in such grand surroundings as these. They'd scrounged enough for finery here and there, but accommodations always bore the brunt of their constant budgeting. The others, on the other hand, are renowned heroes of the city if the innkeep's to be believed, and Wyll Ravenguard took care of all the rest, as his namesake would imply.)
With his chin pressed to the edge of Leto's chest, red eyes scan those tacked-on curtains.]
....I only wonder what the cost might be.
[Nothing comes free. Not in this world or any other, and most of all not when it involves a bond that he can still feel each time he flexes his own shoulders or lies flat across his back: the places where severed nerves transmit nothing between bright pops of sensation, incapable of healing.
He catches one downturned ear between his fingers. Feels the warm shiver of a living pulse fluttering just beneath the surface, possessed of a gravity all its own, and so painfully fragile.]
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[Nor regrets for that matter— although proximity to acrid gauze holds still his resolution. His lungs. Time will bleed the sting out of what happened (the fear he feels churning in his throat like nauseous bile), but for now....
The bed is luxuriously soft when he shifts into it, letting his weight slacken at last in the silence. Even if it is a farce, without anything left to tug upon ever-vigilant vampiric senses, it seems he can trick his own subconscious into believing nothing more will come for them tonight.
(Gods, it is strange to rest in such grand surroundings as these. They'd scrounged enough for finery here and there, but accommodations always bore the brunt of their constant budgeting. The others, on the other hand, are renowned heroes of the city if the innkeep's to be believed, and Wyll Ravenguard took care of all the rest, as his namesake would imply.)
With his chin pressed to the edge of Leto's chest, red eyes scan those tacked-on curtains.]
....I only wonder what the cost might be.
[Nothing comes free. Not in this world or any other, and most of all not when it involves a bond that he can still feel each time he flexes his own shoulders or lies flat across his back: the places where severed nerves transmit nothing between bright pops of sensation, incapable of healing.
He catches one downturned ear between his fingers. Feels the warm shiver of a living pulse fluttering just beneath the surface, possessed of a gravity all its own, and so painfully fragile.]