（ not a soul. he slides his fingers against his temple, over the crown of his shaved head. he doesn't make a lot of unnecessary movements, doesn't generally fidget. it's his anxiety crawling front and center, manifesting in old habits. ）
Didn't recognize the shoreline, either. And I would.
（ drugged or not. he's studied every goddamn shoreline on the planet. gal used to blindfold him and get him to identify them with a sand table, constructs solidifying under his hands into cohesive shapes. he's good at it. everything about this screams wrong in a way no other occasion on which he's been kidnapped, tortured, generally been in trouble ever has before.
it's the first time in a long time fear has warred with anger in him, and won. just because the fear isn't for himself doesn't mean much — he needs to get aidan home to riiona. ）
no subject
（ not a soul. he slides his fingers against his temple, over the crown of his shaved head. he doesn't make a lot of unnecessary movements, doesn't generally fidget. it's his anxiety crawling front and center, manifesting in old habits. ）
Didn't recognize the shoreline, either. And I would.
（ drugged or not. he's studied every goddamn shoreline on the planet. gal used to blindfold him and get him to identify them with a sand table, constructs solidifying under his hands into cohesive shapes. he's good at it. everything about this screams wrong in a way no other occasion on which he's been kidnapped, tortured, generally been in trouble ever has before.
it's the first time in a long time fear has warred with anger in him, and won. just because the fear isn't for himself doesn't mean much — he needs to get aidan home to riiona. ）