This was different, as well. The first time this had happened- because as fractured as the memory was, as deep in shock as he was, now, he remember it- the person making that sound hand been his mother.
His gaze, unfocused though it was, drifted down from the moon that had held him enthralled to the dark head bowed over him.
There were two people there, neither of whom should have been.
What was happening?
"S-" Talking wasn't an option, apparently. It hurt far too badly, and he could barely feel his own boy around him, but he needed to know what was happening, and he needed to know why.
"Sir...i..." he tried again, but his throat closed up and then he passed out.
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Date: 2012-02-05 02:10 am (UTC)His gaze, unfocused though it was, drifted down from the moon that had held him enthralled to the dark head bowed over him.
There were two people there, neither of whom should have been.
What was happening?
"S-" Talking wasn't an option, apparently. It hurt far too badly, and he could barely feel his own boy around him, but he needed to know what was happening, and he needed to know why.
"Sir...i..." he tried again, but his throat closed up and then he passed out.