12-04-2008, 02:58 AM
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Touch. Warmth. A prick that he barely registered. More warmth. More touch. He opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling. He could imagine the color there, hiding in the dark. He could imagine the rotting designs. He could imagine the blonde sitting next to him. He could feel Ahren sitting next to him. And then he could feel the numbness, which should have been contradictory, but wasn't. He could feel the nothingness, but it was warm, at least. Laruku reached out with his arm and groped blindly until he caught hold of his friend's shoulder. He pulled him closer before holding him in an awkward hug with both arms. Touch. Warmth.
Thank you,
he said. Laughter in his head. He smiled. And he was sure that it looked sinister.