[ she only stares for a long moment before turning away with a sigh, leaving them to their privacy.
sometime within the next half hour, as he drifts in and out of half-consciousness, his body curls inward, hand pressing tightly against his chest. his breathing quickens, teeth gritting. his arts don't spiral as violently as in the last timeline he remembers, oripathy still in its earlier stages, but use without a catalyst is alarming in its own rate, leaking from the pressure of whatever dream has its hold on him.
it's thorns' move; it should be obvious enough what's happening just from the atmosphere alone.]
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sometime within the next half hour, as he drifts in and out of half-consciousness, his body curls inward, hand pressing tightly against his chest. his breathing quickens, teeth gritting. his arts don't spiral as violently as in the last timeline he remembers, oripathy still in its earlier stages, but use without a catalyst is alarming in its own rate, leaking from the pressure of whatever dream has its hold on him.
it's thorns' move; it should be obvious enough what's happening just from the atmosphere alone.]