Sweet dreams are made of these...

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J - M Jade Harley James Barnes/Jim James Barnes/Winter Joseph Joestar Katara Katniss Everdeen/Nova Kirito/Kazuto Kirigaya Kurt Wagner Leanne Loki Maladict(a) Max Caulfield Megaman Mordin Solus

Comments

[hymnals]

[Literally what the fuck. It's Adra's instinct to try to force the door open and reach the scene unfolding in front of him, to intervene somehow, but he knows even as he throws his weight against the door that it's probably not going to happen.

When the scene shifts, he stops fighting; it's clear now that this is sorcery, some kind of memory being replayed in front of him. The instinct to help doesn't just go away, though. If anything, it mounts, mixed in with anger, with frustration, with his own memories of people he was too late to help.

Adra pants, sweat beading his neck and forehead, and his stomach churns. He looks down at the boy, and his eyes are wet.

His voice is rough, thick with the lump in his throat.]

That's why you don't talk, huh.

[mortalcoil]

[the boy only glances up at him from the corner of his eye, looking maybe surprised at the depth of the man's reaction, before his gaze drops to the floor again.

he only answers with a small, shamed nod.]

[hymnals]

[Adra steps back from the door, sighing deeply. There's nothing he can do about what he's seen. The past is past.

He jabs his thumb at the door.]

Well, I hate to break it to you, but I don't think I'm getting out this way.

[mortalcoil]

[instead of answering right away, the boy gets a funny sort of look on his face, and lifts his hands hesitantly to the bandages covering the lower half of his face... and begins to pull them away.

he winces like the effort is causing him pain, but the skin underneath looks unharmed--no bruising, no burns or scars across his lips. it's as if nothing had ever happened there, and he lets the bandages just fall to the damp floor.]

[hymnals]

[Adra braces himself--then relaxes. Well, that ... that seems all right.]

Did you escape from her?

[mortalcoil]

[while Coil moves his jaw around and runs fingertips over where the scars should be, he shoots Adra a look of confusion.

and it takes him a moment to offer any answer beyond that. he rallies himself, but he still can't help but find himself afraid. he'd revoked his own right to speech for so long, even when he suspects that it has been granted back to him, he can't help but feel that it's wrong to even attempt it.

he opens his mouth and hesitates, before finally answering in a very rough little whisper.]

...What do you mean?

[hymnals]

That woman. You got away from her, right? Or is she still after you?

[Adra's ears twitch. Coil's voice is harder to catch than the wind, but thank the Light: Adra was born an elf.]

[mortalcoil]

[the boy's look of confusion only grows, tinged now with a sort of wariness or something defensive. eventually, he shakes his head.]

...She was taken from me.

[he never would have chosen to leave her himself. he can't even fathom the thought.]

[hymnals]

So--you were just--you were fine with the whole 'cut out your tongue' thing? That's okay?

don't feel obligated to reply if this is too old!

[mortalcoil]

(continued here, if you want!)