[His hands paused as she clarified, and his mind filled with questions. How had she found it? Why was she there? Had she found what she was looking for? Was it the same as it had been years earlier? He hadn't thought of that place in a long time, shed it like a second skin when he had left behind the weakling who had drowned. There was no going back, nothing of value. He was better off building anew, and he had found new spaces in the deep dark forgotten underground.
Slowly, he convinced himself to move the brush and comb through her hair again, clearing his throat a little. Like an old broken bone, his chest ached dully at the memories trying to rise through the depths, and he simply had to push them back down, suppress them as he drew in a deep breath and held it.]
It was a meeting room far out of the way of prying eyes. [No, it was so much more than that. His voice gave him away, the way it deepened and softened as if he didn't want to apply himself too much talking about it in case some other noise emerged with it.] Yes, I left it there once I bought my way out of the mines.
[When the smuggling business had been good, when the Lanes had began to be founded, when, when, when...]
I don't imagine there was anything but dust, maps and abandoned mining gear.
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Date: 2025-01-08 03:40 am (UTC)Slowly, he convinced himself to move the brush and comb through her hair again, clearing his throat a little. Like an old broken bone, his chest ached dully at the memories trying to rise through the depths, and he simply had to push them back down, suppress them as he drew in a deep breath and held it.]
It was a meeting room far out of the way of prying eyes. [No, it was so much more than that. His voice gave him away, the way it deepened and softened as if he didn't want to apply himself too much talking about it in case some other noise emerged with it.] Yes, I left it there once I bought my way out of the mines.
[When the smuggling business had been good, when the Lanes had began to be founded, when, when, when...]
I don't imagine there was anything but dust, maps and abandoned mining gear.