[but before he can ask his question, Rion's hand touches the lines of his jaw, and the rag dabs at the cut on his forehead. he freezes in place, putting two and two together to think ah, I must've cut myself, before the belated realization sinks in]
[her hand is on his cheek. he can see it, in the corners of his vision. but he can't feel it. there's no brush of warmth, no gentle caress that makes him want to melt, or tilt his head into her palm for more. there's nothing but cold, empty numbness]
[something funny crosses his expression, his brow furrowing, eyes slipping shut. but he falls silent and doesn't move, which allows her to easily clean his new scrape. it clots fairly quickly, sooo no bandage necessary, really]
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[but before he can ask his question, Rion's hand touches the lines of his jaw, and the rag dabs at the cut on his forehead. he freezes in place, putting two and two together to think ah, I must've cut myself, before the belated realization sinks in]
[her hand is on his cheek. he can see it, in the corners of his vision. but he can't feel it. there's no brush of warmth, no gentle caress that makes him want to melt, or tilt his head into her palm for more. there's nothing but cold, empty numbness]
[something funny crosses his expression, his brow furrowing, eyes slipping shut. but he falls silent and doesn't move, which allows her to easily clean his new scrape. it clots fairly quickly, sooo no bandage necessary, really]