His hands came to rest in his lap, closing his eyes.
"It calls. It beckons to something deep, deep inside. It hurts, like a burn of need and urgency, craving, calling, carving into me. It comes from so far away, but rings clear as pain across the air. It echoes through every one of them, dragging them, desperate... It touches into my heart and tries to pull me in, drags me back into this world."
The memory was still hard and clear, taking him back to that moment. He was sitting there, but his face was empty of him.
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Date: 2015-10-13 07:40 am (UTC)From:His hands came to rest in his lap, closing his eyes.
"It calls. It beckons to something deep, deep inside. It hurts, like a burn of need and urgency, craving, calling, carving into me. It comes from so far away, but rings clear as pain across the air. It echoes through every one of them, dragging them, desperate... It touches into my heart and tries to pull me in, drags me back into this world."
The memory was still hard and clear, taking him back to that moment. He was sitting there, but his face was empty of him.