yes, that certainly makes sense. It will occur to Marcus tomorrow, in the fourth long waking hour of trying not to move too much to aggravate his injury, listening to rain slice over canvas and not even hungry enough to be occupied with the dilemma of their dwindling rations, that a book would be nice to read.
And when Flint chooses not to press back through boundaries, letting invisible walls brick back up between them, Marcus opts not to breach them either. In part because he would prefer not to suffer rejection, sensing its potential, but also some sense that there's wisdom in not making more of what they started. Eventually, the rain lets up.
Eventually, they will be back in Kirkwall, with a new knot of scarring to recall this particular excursion by.
For now, Marcus silently finishes drying himself, to the best of his ability, paying particular attention to his feet, which will be going back into his boots. Ties his hair into an orderly bundle with only a breath of complaint for the motion it requires. The sound of fabric as he dresses himself, and then lays down.
The flooding in of shadow, with the lantern's extinguishing, is so thick as to be nearly tactile.
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yes, that certainly makes sense. It will occur to Marcus tomorrow, in the fourth long waking hour of trying not to move too much to aggravate his injury, listening to rain slice over canvas and not even hungry enough to be occupied with the dilemma of their dwindling rations, that a book would be nice to read.
And when Flint chooses not to press back through boundaries, letting invisible walls brick back up between them, Marcus opts not to breach them either. In part because he would prefer not to suffer rejection, sensing its potential, but also some sense that there's wisdom in not making more of what they started. Eventually, the rain lets up.
Eventually, they will be back in Kirkwall, with a new knot of scarring to recall this particular excursion by.
For now, Marcus silently finishes drying himself, to the best of his ability, paying particular attention to his feet, which will be going back into his boots. Ties his hair into an orderly bundle with only a breath of complaint for the motion it requires. The sound of fabric as he dresses himself, and then lays down.
The flooding in of shadow, with the lantern's extinguishing, is so thick as to be nearly tactile.