[The sounds of thread through cloth, needlework exquisite. Black hair curling over shoulders like a curtain, a smile. Stitches upon stitches upon--
The pained scream jolts him out of his headspace. It'd been easy to get wrapped up in his own thoughts, even after the memories of the sewing kit filled his mind. All he could think of was her and then her, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health. Death is meaningless.
He bites down on his lower lip, hard enough to make it bleed before he's turning to face Roland. A sound he'd never thought he'd hear from the other man, who has only appeared easygoing, but Daan knows what it means to wear masks for others, too.]
Roland.
[At first, the name is whispered, and he makes his way slowly over.]
Look. Look at me. Talk to me.
[It's hard to speak, his tongue feels too big, mouth too dry. That scream Roland made only echoes his own broken heart, after all.]
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The pained scream jolts him out of his headspace. It'd been easy to get wrapped up in his own thoughts, even after the memories of the sewing kit filled his mind. All he could think of was her and then her, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health. Death is meaningless.
He bites down on his lower lip, hard enough to make it bleed before he's turning to face Roland. A sound he'd never thought he'd hear from the other man, who has only appeared easygoing, but Daan knows what it means to wear masks for others, too.]
Roland.
[At first, the name is whispered, and he makes his way slowly over.]
Look. Look at me. Talk to me.
[It's hard to speak, his tongue feels too big, mouth too dry. That scream Roland made only echoes his own broken heart, after all.]