( He does not say, breath hiccuped, I have them. Remembers in marrow and part and particle of himself that the possession of animals is a fault of discipline and character, that the precepts bar such a path fiendishly.
But he listens. Better than hearing, Zewu-Jun's arm defining reality through weight and warmth and the heavy signature of its presence. It emboldens him to take air in his lungs, to steal it, to exist in a world that seems perpetually starved to drown him. )
It is not... amnesia. ( No cloudiness, no wonder. No doubt, grazing at him, that he is a man different than the one he knows, honoured and true. ) Only an ache of... belonging. Here. Where you are not — where you were not.
quiet, quiet :''''''''''''''' )
There are rabbits here, also.
( He does not say, breath hiccuped, I have them. Remembers in marrow and part and particle of himself that the possession of animals is a fault of discipline and character, that the precepts bar such a path fiendishly.
But he listens. Better than hearing, Zewu-Jun's arm defining reality through weight and warmth and the heavy signature of its presence. It emboldens him to take air in his lungs, to steal it, to exist in a world that seems perpetually starved to drown him. )
It is not... amnesia. ( No cloudiness, no wonder. No doubt, grazing at him, that he is a man different than the one he knows, honoured and true. ) Only an ache of... belonging. Here. Where you are not — where you were not.