[ He finds the candle and triumph! Only it's a very short-lived triumph. Bruno hasn't even the time to dig through his pockets for another match before Augustine speaks from startingly nearby. Looking up, he can make out the general shape of a figure looming overhead and, of course, those eyes. ]
Jesus!
[ Bruno jumps. Somehow, even prone on the floor, he manages it. It's a talent, really. This is followed by him rolling over and scooting away, putting a foot or two more between him and his strange guest before he feels free to let out a breath and push himself back up to sit, at least, although, in this dark, he dares not stand. ]
You... you're not? [ It's pathetic, isn't it? The way he panics, although those words are only posed in Bruno's own head, from his Shadow to himself, always there to remind him of this, how frightened and pointless he must seem. ] Ah... um. Sorry, it's just. That was. I really did not expect that. The. The wings.
[ Nor would he have ever expected the rest of what Augustine happened to be. He wasn't even sure if the man was one of the Restless or one of the more local denizens of the Shadowlands. ]
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Jesus!
[ Bruno jumps. Somehow, even prone on the floor, he manages it. It's a talent, really. This is followed by him rolling over and scooting away, putting a foot or two more between him and his strange guest before he feels free to let out a breath and push himself back up to sit, at least, although, in this dark, he dares not stand. ]
You... you're not? [ It's pathetic, isn't it? The way he panics, although those words are only posed in Bruno's own head, from his Shadow to himself, always there to remind him of this, how frightened and pointless he must seem. ] Ah... um. Sorry, it's just. That was. I really did not expect that. The. The wings.
[ Nor would he have ever expected the rest of what Augustine happened to be. He wasn't even sure if the man was one of the Restless or one of the more local denizens of the Shadowlands. ]