“Luca,” he sighs, because his family name weighed more than he’d like to admit; locking eyes, too, because it was easier to pretend this was a stranger—— not the young man he had once instructed, the brilliant genius who now carries the weight of what could have been, –
A stern tone, fingers curl tightly around his staff. There is comfort to be found in the warmth of an ever–present gaze, one that promises him everything is where it should be. These remnants of the past were, in fact, trivial to the bigger cause he must commit to.
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⠀⠀it was a slumber without dreams , without consciousness , without joy , and without pain . it was a strange sensation . an absolute state of peace and emptiness .
( it’s his fault for bringing it up—— yet his silence is loud with disappointment. In so much time *he had changed so little.
Never mind the young man. His lips press tight ＆ brows knit. He will not give him the reaction he expects. )
