[ It's always before he turns in for the night that his mind wanders the most, past the confines of Achamoth and to the darkness beyond. He thinks about the skydoms, the feel of wind against his cheeks and the sight of the blue sky all around him. He thinks about the scent of gunpowder seeped into his clothes and the invisible shackles around his wrists and ankles, shackles that have somehow managed to follow him all the way here despite the absence of the Society and the Foe.
But mostly, he thinks about people. Of people long lost to him, and people on the verge of being lost to him. And, ever so briefly, of near-strangers who have entered and exited his life, annoying in all the worst ways. He said he hadn't cared, but that look in his eyes had implied otherwise.
Eustace ought to know. He's worn that self-same look too many times in the past. ]
Why did you care so much?
[ He doesn't mean it as a communion message but the feeling of it drifts anyway, his usual self-control loosened by the fuzz of exhaustion.
and also because i need an excuse to communion, so sue me ]
????, like a week after cave escape
But mostly, he thinks about people. Of people long lost to him, and people on the verge of being lost to him. And, ever so briefly, of near-strangers who have entered and exited his life, annoying in all the worst ways. He said he hadn't cared, but that look in his eyes had implied otherwise.
Eustace ought to know. He's worn that self-same look too many times in the past. ]
Why did you care so much?
[ He doesn't mean it as a communion message but the feeling of it drifts anyway, his usual self-control loosened by the fuzz of exhaustion.
and also because i need an excuse to communion, so sue me ]