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I dunno. Braiding your own hair is harder than braiding someone else's, and there's so much of it.
[ And before Derrica showed her how to properly care for them, the curls would get ripped through with a brush and tangle instantly. ]
I just can't be bothered.
[ And before Derrica showed her how to properly care for them, the curls would get ripped through with a brush and tangle instantly. ]
I just can't be bothered.
[The movement to reach for the tie doesn't get far. He goes completely still, the mirth evaporating from the air and leaving his mouth dry and the pit of his stomach cold. Dark eyes stare at her wrist, the expression swiftly being wiped from his face.]
Your...
Your...
[He doesn't just see the bruises. He can feel them. The chair hits the floor, he stands up and begins pacing erratically, feeling rather like he's watching himself get upset.]
How'd you...wh...what happened?
[He knows she's sexually active, but he also knows Devigny is in town. He remembers the bruises he healed on her in their shared dream, remembers the ones he had to heal on himself under threat of retribution.]
How'd you...wh...what happened?
[He knows she's sexually active, but he also knows Devigny is in town. He remembers the bruises he healed on her in their shared dream, remembers the ones he had to heal on himself under threat of retribution.]
[Fingers curl in his hair, tear at it so the pain brings him closer to reality or at least stops him drifting away from it. That seems to help. A hand presses against the cool stone of one wall, fingernails scraping. That seems to help as well, though it starts to feel like it's only prolonging it.]
Was it him? Was it Devigny?
Was it him? Was it Devigny?
[He knows that, but if the things he knew mattered, would he be feeling her bruises on his own skin?
His face turns blank, so blank it seems he has left his body for a moment. Then, his eyes turn to her, focusing, eyelids fluttering a couple of times before his chest expands.
She's here. She wouldn't be here if this weren't now and not then.]
Not real, [he mumbles.]
His face turns blank, so blank it seems he has left his body for a moment. Then, his eyes turn to her, focusing, eyelids fluttering a couple of times before his chest expands.
She's here. She wouldn't be here if this weren't now and not then.]
Not real, [he mumbles.]
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