[ Strange. It doesn't feel like a cage, more like a bracelet made of delicate twine, harder than steel. The complete opposite of his calloused hands, marked by a few thin scars.
The 'why' and the 'how' fall into place and he begins to understand him a little more than he had before today. His eyes warm in a subtle manner, viewing him in a new light that illuminates some of the oddities he'd observed. ]
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The 'why' and the 'how' fall into place and he begins to understand him a little more than he had before today. His eyes warm in a subtle manner, viewing him in a new light that illuminates some of the oddities he'd observed. ]
Is that why you take my clothes?