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Accepting @lavender-ancient asked:ย
โYou asleep?โ
The dreading drumming of a warsong echoed in his mindโs eye even has he slept at his desk, hunched over and utterly covered in the dark robe he wore. Modesty was his policy even in sleep.ย
However, dreaming was rarely apart of that policy. He hadnโt dreamt in centuries and those rare times he did, it was always the same. The drumming like the rythimic heartbeat thrumming its song, the smell of fire and flesh and the expectant eyes of his elders. A sea of blond haired warriors, taciturn in the way they stood--their customs and traditions were left to be desired, and that part of Lahabreaโs life...well, if he could expunge it from memory and form, he would have. The dream had seized him in particular violence. The brand seared into his soul ached, and he need to be free--escape from the shadows that werenโt Amaurotโs.ย
The moment the gesture was made by the other, Lahabrea had moved with such agility; it was unlike any Amaurotine. Hands seized the intruder and promptly flipped him over his shoulder and onto the mahogany desk before them with a dreadful thud.ย
It was only when his guttural breathing that he realized where he was. He was not back in that terrible place...he was in his office...and it was not an intruder that he had pinned....but an innocent bystander. Lahabreaโs gaze fell to Hythlodaeus, his mask discarded unto the floor.ย
He instantly released him, flustered and unable to find words.ย
โ W-What were---Hythlodaeus.โ he managed to say.ย โ Iโm sorry.โย
