Leander fades. Isaac's grip in his hair relaxes from the moment it might have asked action. ]
Are you alright?
[ — Is a vestigial question. Of course she is; of course this isn’t. They can afford a breath, should she choose it, and it’s funny, isn’t it? The manner in which one might choose: Transfigure the pause into vulnerability or control.
He sets down Leander’s head, fishes for his pocket again (the lyrium). A bit of work with stopper and teeth, a grimace for the taste. Leander won’t be up for the door. May as well give up on that, ease the rest of this.
The palm that smoothes his eyes shut carries true sleep. ]
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Leander fades. Isaac's grip in his hair relaxes from the moment it might have asked action. ]
Are you alright?
[ — Is a vestigial question. Of course she is; of course this isn’t. They can afford a breath, should she choose it, and it’s funny, isn’t it? The manner in which one might choose: Transfigure the pause into vulnerability or control.
He sets down Leander’s head, fishes for his pocket again (the lyrium). A bit of work with stopper and teeth, a grimace for the taste. Leander won’t be up for the door. May as well give up on that, ease the rest of this.
The palm that smoothes his eyes shut carries true sleep. ]