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sessions:worldbuilding:2016-11-01 [2020/02/15 13:31] pinkgothicsessions:worldbuilding:2016-11-01 [2023/09/18 15:05] (current) – external edit 127.0.0.1
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 {{wst>reh|Breathe in. Breathe out. {{wst>reh|Breathe in. Breathe out.
  
-It's just as well that she doesn't bother waiting for a response -- there's not one coming. It'snot until she's locked the door again that he even dares to open his eyes again, watching her leave, trying to follow the cloaked shape as it vanishes into the shadows. He waits until he's sure she's gone; one breath, two, three, four, five, six... and then finally allows himself to curl up on himself, sobbing.+It's just as well that she doesn't bother waiting for a response -- there's not one coming. It's not until she's locked the door again that he even dares to open his eyes again, watching her leave, trying to follow the cloaked shape as it vanishes into the shadows. He waits until he's sure she's gone; one breath, two, three, four, five, six... and then finally allows himself to curl up on himself, sobbing.
  
 Stupid. That was needlessly stupid, he forgot his place, he should know better than to challenge the person whose job is to guard him. He stares down at the cracked bowl in his hands, a part of him sorely tempted to defy her demand even now, just out of sheer stubbornness -- after all, who would know if he just experimented a little bit? The answer is obvious; she would, after she read his mind later. He tosses the bowl aside to remove any immediate temptations, listening to it skitter across the stone floor, then flops back onto the bed, closing his eyes against the world, trying not to think about how many powerful women he's managed to anger in a single vigil. Stupid. That was needlessly stupid, he forgot his place, he should know better than to challenge the person whose job is to guard him. He stares down at the cracked bowl in his hands, a part of him sorely tempted to defy her demand even now, just out of sheer stubbornness -- after all, who would know if he just experimented a little bit? The answer is obvious; she would, after she read his mind later. He tosses the bowl aside to remove any immediate temptations, listening to it skitter across the stone floor, then flops back onto the bed, closing his eyes against the world, trying not to think about how many powerful women he's managed to anger in a single vigil.
  
 Maybe if he goes to sleep, he'll wake up to find today's just been a terrible dream.}} Maybe if he goes to sleep, he'll wake up to find today's just been a terrible dream.}}
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