reckoner: (017. x ᴡɪʟʟ ᴍᴀʀᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ)
ᴠɪᴅᴀʀ ᵍ̵ᵃ̶ᵉ̴ˡ̷ᶦ̴ᵒ̷ᵇ̵ᵃ̶ᵘ̸ᵈ̸ᵘ̷ᶦ̴ⁿ̸ ([personal profile] reckoner) wrote 2017-11-22 10:15 am (UTC)

[ Two weeks. If at all bearable, through the convenience of distraction. A considerable headcold that laid him out for a few days. A novel, consuming, and wholly exhausting application of his power (and ... frivolous). Past that week, assisting in clean-up and occupied with Julieta. The possible snap of that cord, the charged build of the air when their paths crossed within the mansion; kept barely at bay by those.

Superficial occupations for the mind, sleights of hand that could not fully or truly take his mind from where it must go. As if his mind ever strayed far, even before that night. An inextricable core, emanating and drawing.

Unsustainable.

A new world. Less known. Less certain. Less resolved.

More and more to haunt his dreams.

Communication needed, but he's surprised to feel the pleasant poke from McGillis. McGillis, reaching out.

Brittle caution restricts him to a response of equivalence.

my darling

your touch
]


»McGillis.«

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