[ whatever spring might come. curious, that D that thought this far ahead, when laurent's mind has stayed solely on the present as it always does. he has never had the luxury of planning for future comforts when all of his attention is always wrapped up in surviving present calamities. he is sure none of them will survive this infernal cold; he has not yet thought of a solution for not freezing to death in the coming weeks, if the glacial temperatures do not abate.
more curious, maybe even painful, is that D has noticed his absence. laurent stares blankly ahead at nothing, unseeing, simply processing this fact. his bandaged hand tightens, still healing from the wound at the tavern when D had put a stop to the fight he'd picked.
no, his shadow hasn't taken over, but it's there. insistent. he hasn't had an outlet for his anger, so it continues to roil inside of him, leashed for now. ]
Who is we? [ the crease deepens between his pale brows. ] You've been discussing my affairs with others.
he's softe
more curious, maybe even painful, is that D has noticed his absence. laurent stares blankly ahead at nothing, unseeing, simply processing this fact. his bandaged hand tightens, still healing from the wound at the tavern when D had put a stop to the fight he'd picked.
no, his shadow hasn't taken over, but it's there. insistent. he hasn't had an outlet for his anger, so it continues to roil inside of him, leashed for now. ]
Who is we? [ the crease deepens between his pale brows. ] You've been discussing my affairs with others.