He surveys Christopher's face from his prone position near the man's feet. His breath is short and shallow and fast as Christopher squeezes.
He flickers his gaze over to the light source, his bond with Christopher, and it slowly uncoils - a thick golden rope much more similar to the ropes that are garlanded about that other mind. Rather than move, he brings curls of rope to them, carried on a drafty cave breeze.
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Date: 2009-10-08 01:26 am (UTC)He flickers his gaze over to the light source, his bond with Christopher, and it slowly uncoils - a thick golden rope much more similar to the ropes that are garlanded about that other mind. Rather than move, he brings curls of rope to them, carried on a drafty cave breeze.