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D's mind is a cacophony of things.
The landscape is shadow and darkness, and it is chilly and reserved where D sits in it; he feels like a simple young man. Quiet, soft, human. But behind the stoicism is a warm, sensual, and elegant sliver of something primordial and powerful. Embracing it is hypnotic, arousing, yet also a little horrifying.
Amidst all of this is something else, too: a craggled and old presence which can be heard on occasion cackling or chattering separately, the crusty voice belonging neither to D or the peculiar entity in the space.
The landscape is shadow and darkness, and it is chilly and reserved where D sits in it; he feels like a simple young man. Quiet, soft, human. But behind the stoicism is a warm, sensual, and elegant sliver of something primordial and powerful. Embracing it is hypnotic, arousing, yet also a little horrifying.
Amidst all of this is something else, too: a craggled and old presence which can be heard on occasion cackling or chattering separately, the crusty voice belonging neither to D or the peculiar entity in the space.
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But there is little he can do now, as it is, and there isn't any point in getting involved in any way with this part of it. Godspeed to Dad...]
You should be resting.
[He will just day it!!!!! He's blunt like Dad, too.]
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But okay, okay, FINE, he will go rest now, Eustace may be stupid but every now and then he can take a hint. It helps that he's started to feel tired again, all this Deep Discussion exhausting him further. ]
You should take it easy for awhile as well.'
[ With a pointed look at the missing arm space.
But apparently they are going to end this conversation with any talk of happier things, sorry to Yuul. Don't mind Eustace as he turns around to leave without so much as saying goodbye....it's fine, D is probably used to this. ]