CHULANE
why do things happen with no reason or rhyme?
why does it feel like we're running out of time?
why does it feel like we're running out of time?
He leaned back, giving space for the luxere to climb onto his lap. It was comforting, but it also felt far away, like Astra was sitting on a different version of himself, as he heard Loren's next words. She fought to try and get back, and he sobbed, clutching at the hold he had on Loren's hand, bowing his head slightly - tears might drip onto Astra, but he was mentally too far away to be overly concerned.
A humourless huff left his lips as the healer offered to relocated to someplace else. But everyplace was all the same to Chulane - for so long he had defined home as being with her, as it not being important that he had nowhere physical he felt truly settled in, as long as he had her. But he didn't have her anymore --(even though she tried, she fought and she tried and she failed)-- and he felt so lost, so adrift - even with a little luxere anchoring him to his chair via weighing down his lap.
"I don't know what I need anymore." He spoke quietly, despite the tears that rolled down his cheekbones. Reaching for the cloth the healer left out, he used it to dab his face dry again, taking a deep, steadying breath as he did so. "I… yeah." He glanced aimlessly around the room, more to see how crowded the place was still. The Kraai was busy, but it was also after dinner, moving onto evening drinks time.
He swallowed, and with it, he swallowed down the lump of emotion, he contained himself, his emotions that had spiralled, reining in his thoughts and resembling something like the vacant husk of a man he'd been before Loren had decided to sit beside him. He was more stable, at least, even if he knew it was a façade, a temporary mask. "Did you want to come back to mine?"
A humourless huff left his lips as the healer offered to relocated to someplace else. But everyplace was all the same to Chulane - for so long he had defined home as being with her, as it not being important that he had nowhere physical he felt truly settled in, as long as he had her. But he didn't have her anymore --(even though she tried, she fought and she tried and she failed)-- and he felt so lost, so adrift - even with a little luxere anchoring him to his chair via weighing down his lap.
"I don't know what I need anymore." He spoke quietly, despite the tears that rolled down his cheekbones. Reaching for the cloth the healer left out, he used it to dab his face dry again, taking a deep, steadying breath as he did so. "I… yeah." He glanced aimlessly around the room, more to see how crowded the place was still. The Kraai was busy, but it was also after dinner, moving onto evening drinks time.
He swallowed, and with it, he swallowed down the lump of emotion, he contained himself, his emotions that had spiralled, reining in his thoughts and resembling something like the vacant husk of a man he'd been before Loren had decided to sit beside him. He was more stable, at least, even if he knew it was a façade, a temporary mask. "Did you want to come back to mine?"
how do we keep going, through the dark?
why are we here at all, lost in the dark?
why are we here at all, lost in the dark?
