[ he looks at it briefly before peeling off his glove, revealing that the hand where he had his tattoo is now very much bare barring some old scarring on his knuckles and fingertips, burns here and there. ]
Or rather, was. Mine actually peeled away Sunday afternoon, so perhaps yours will do the same.
[ the impulse wins over briefly as he sets down his mug and ends up... reaching out and taking the hand with the tattoo on it to examine it closer. ]
Would you feel all right going on a bit further about your dream? I don't want to dredge up melancholia, but... it could be important.
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[ he looks at it briefly before peeling off his glove, revealing that the hand where he had his tattoo is now very much bare barring some old scarring on his knuckles and fingertips, burns here and there. ]
Or rather, was. Mine actually peeled away Sunday afternoon, so perhaps yours will do the same.
[ the impulse wins over briefly as he sets down his mug and ends up... reaching out and taking the hand with the tattoo on it to examine it closer. ]
Would you feel all right going on a bit further about your dream? I don't want to dredge up melancholia, but... it could be important.
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[a slight shake of his head.]
I felt as if it would move me to tears. I cannot recall the melody, but it was... as if it were singing it to sleep, a final time.