[A song just for him — there's no denying the rush of warmth inspired, further settling the sharp edge of paranoia and negativity from the suit.]
Yes. It feels as though no matter what happens, nothing changes in this place... yet it continues forever. [To say nothing of those guests who have been present here for centuries.] What would you write? In my song.
[Sasuke shifts again, this time pulling out of Cy's lap in order to recline on the cushioned bench — then tugging Cy after him, fatigue quick to fill the gaps left by panic and imagined grief.]
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[A song just for him — there's no denying the rush of warmth inspired, further settling the sharp edge of paranoia and negativity from the suit.]
Yes. It feels as though no matter what happens, nothing changes in this place... yet it continues forever. [To say nothing of those guests who have been present here for centuries.] What would you write? In my song.
[Sasuke shifts again, this time pulling out of Cy's lap in order to recline on the cushioned bench — then tugging Cy after him, fatigue quick to fill the gaps left by panic and imagined grief.]