[ But he doesn't open it or help himself to it yet. Instead he finds something to do, something simple to keep his hands busy as his mind works. Cleaning his blades has always worked before, and he sets to it now. It's easy to do, the movement familiar and almost meditative as he thinks about Chris, about what it must have been like for the young man, for Jacob to be dying in his arms, to say something like that- and for Chris not to know the significance of it. Christ.
He doesn't remember what it was like, dying. He doesn't remember being in Chris' arms. He remembers the pain, and the darkness of the tunnels under Lambeth, the bright white light of the Pit, but everything else about it is hazy.
But the thoughts are interrupted not long later, when there's the noise of something outside. Not a motor, but wheels on the gravel road that leads down to the cabin. He's up on his feet, sliding the blades back where they belong in his gauntlet and belt, and in his boot, before he goes to the door.]
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Date: 2022-12-12 04:29 pm (UTC)[ But he doesn't open it or help himself to it yet. Instead he finds something to do, something simple to keep his hands busy as his mind works. Cleaning his blades has always worked before, and he sets to it now. It's easy to do, the movement familiar and almost meditative as he thinks about Chris, about what it must have been like for the young man, for Jacob to be dying in his arms, to say something like that- and for Chris not to know the significance of it. Christ.
He doesn't remember what it was like, dying. He doesn't remember being in Chris' arms. He remembers the pain, and the darkness of the tunnels under Lambeth, the bright white light of the Pit, but everything else about it is hazy.
But the thoughts are interrupted not long later, when there's the noise of something outside. Not a motor, but wheels on the gravel road that leads down to the cabin. He's up on his feet, sliding the blades back where they belong in his gauntlet and belt, and in his boot, before he goes to the door.]