[ Another candle being lit. Just enough light to barely make out shapes through the webbing binding his eyes should he attempt to try to make sense of the world again. He's by the bedside, however, slow steps right to the bedside near the table so he can set the candle holder down. Silently he adjusts his gloves, tugging them down just so for them to fit snugly on his fingers. For this little matter, precision will be needed.
His voice is quiet, the same private tone he takes when it's just the two of them. His eyes hold their quiet fire, glittering dangerously in the dim light as the last trace of lilac dies down from having called upon his dreamweaving. ]
...I also forgot to mention 9.
[ Another candle being lit. Just enough light to barely make out shapes through the webbing binding his eyes should he attempt to try to make sense of the world again. He's by the bedside, however, slow steps right to the bedside near the table so he can set the candle holder down. Silently he adjusts his gloves, tugging them down just so for them to fit snugly on his fingers. For this little matter, precision will be needed.
His voice is quiet, the same private tone he takes when it's just the two of them. His eyes hold their quiet fire, glittering dangerously in the dim light as the last trace of lilac dies down from having called upon his dreamweaving. ]
Was it another nightmare?