(his smile lingers under achilles' stare, but it begins to fade into the beginning of the recounted memory.
it's gone entirely when he finishes, the skin beneath his eyes creasing deeply with that pretty blue gone cold. that's enough. there was a time when hei would push through and call someone's bluff, two years ago he might've. not now. not when it's so difficult to make himself care about much more than walking in a straight line.
"tak" is replaced by the man achilles knew, former master staring from across the picnic table.
who is he? hei's first thought after being drowned in so many. is he a contractor? has someone finally managed to find him? how could he know that kind of detail, down to the fading mark on his cheek?
it's impossible, in that moment, but his paranoia flares and his throat constricts and it's high time he beat a quick retreat. his first instinct is to get his legs out from under the table, get them on firm ground, and run, but there are the drugs to consider. being ordered to stop. resist resisting. his more logical plan is to throw a foot at the inside of achilles' calf in a kick to the separation between muscles and follow it up with a leap at him, one that'll flatten his hand over his mouth until he has time to disengage him.
that is immediately performed, starting with the jerk of his leg, stomping into his.)
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it's gone entirely when he finishes, the skin beneath his eyes creasing deeply with that pretty blue gone cold. that's enough. there was a time when hei would push through and call someone's bluff, two years ago he might've. not now. not when it's so difficult to make himself care about much more than walking in a straight line.
"tak" is replaced by the man achilles knew, former master staring from across the picnic table.
who is he? hei's first thought after being drowned in so many. is he a contractor? has someone finally managed to find him? how could he know that kind of detail, down to the fading mark on his cheek?
it's impossible, in that moment, but his paranoia flares and his throat constricts and it's high time he beat a quick retreat. his first instinct is to get his legs out from under the table, get them on firm ground, and run, but there are the drugs to consider. being ordered to stop. resist resisting. his more logical plan is to throw a foot at the inside of achilles' calf in a kick to the separation between muscles and follow it up with a leap at him, one that'll flatten his hand over his mouth until he has time to disengage him.
that is immediately performed, starting with the jerk of his leg, stomping into his.)