The rustle of wind against the trees. The chitters and calls and croaks of nighttime fauna foraging for their dinner. The quiet crack of a stone coming loose in the cliffs nearby, tumbling down and rolling to rest on the grass. Dezel at his side, warm and breathing.
Sorey opens his eyes.]
I think...I was sort of awake sometimes, [he muses thoughtfully, resting a hand on his belly. The stars wink lazily overhead and Sorey traces the patterns he knows with a finger, off-center but still there. Still alive.] I remember feelings. Surges of emotion. Maybe it was from Maotelus.
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Date: 2016-10-03 05:20 am (UTC)The rustle of wind against the trees. The chitters and calls and croaks of nighttime fauna foraging for their dinner. The quiet crack of a stone coming loose in the cliffs nearby, tumbling down and rolling to rest on the grass. Dezel at his side, warm and breathing.
Sorey opens his eyes.]
I think...I was sort of awake sometimes, [he muses thoughtfully, resting a hand on his belly. The stars wink lazily overhead and Sorey traces the patterns he knows with a finger, off-center but still there. Still alive.] I remember feelings. Surges of emotion. Maybe it was from Maotelus.