[ Anemic and strung out, he ignores how sweaty his hands still feel. The clamminess that rests on the back of his neck and panic that surged down his throat. It was all quite tiring, but it's over.
Sleep teases the idea that it didn't have to be this way, and he wonders what her way might've been. Who's to say? It's the path untraveled. He is lying on the floor of the cathedral that he's taken rest in; none of his tethers have snapped and that's very good news.
His hands rest over his chest as he tips his chin up - and reaches out: ]
It seems as though we're still connected. How are you feeling? Grounded?
week iv
Sleep teases the idea that it didn't have to be this way, and he wonders what her way might've been. Who's to say? It's the path untraveled. He is lying on the floor of the cathedral that he's taken rest in; none of his tethers have snapped and that's very good news.
His hands rest over his chest as he tips his chin up - and reaches out: ]
It seems as though we're still connected. How are you feeling? Grounded?