[The hesitation is long enough for him to fold back into himself. He actually looks visibly surprised to find himself here like this, above Cedrik, grasping, losing his mind. The expression grows a little more steely again.
Quickly, he recoils, drawing his arms away, leaning up and back, far from the warm shadows. He starts moving, pulling himself apart from the other man, getting up in a swift, guilt-ridden stand. He isn't fast enough, or maybe he is fast enough and it simply doesn't matter.
A sepia-colored memory pours into Cedrik. D still stands above when it's over, looking down. He's aware he should be gone, that he should have left, but this feels like there hasn't been closure.
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Quickly, he recoils, drawing his arms away, leaning up and back, far from the warm shadows. He starts moving, pulling himself apart from the other man, getting up in a swift, guilt-ridden stand. He isn't fast enough, or maybe he is fast enough and it simply doesn't matter.
A sepia-colored memory pours into Cedrik. D still stands above when it's over, looking down. He's aware he should be gone, that he should have left, but this feels like there hasn't been closure.
He needs to make sure Cedrik is alright.]