Ever since arriving in the desert, Skellig's memories have been hit or miss when it comes to Before. There is no true rhyme or reason to dictate what it is that he can remember or what he cannot - and most of it truly has been blacked out or overridden by haze and static, and when he tries to push himself to think of Before, he is met with firm resistance.
(He has been trying less and less, the longer he has been here with her. Because truly now, he feels as if he has no need to remember, no desire to know where he came from Before, because all that matters is here now with her.)
But there is something in her words you'd be so good at tying me up with ropes that causes him to blush a bit. Perhaps his knowledge comes from overheard whispers within these walls at the House of Blue Lotuses, discussion down at the docks as sailors unloaded their ships? Where his knowledge comes from, he will not know. But his mind contemplates her words, and the image of her (not her dragon form, but of her here on this bed, bound before him) briefly flickers through his mind.
Even if the image of her is not one of her in any sort of distress, it is one that unsettles him slightly, causing him to stutter and pause before he speaks.
"I...I would be careful to ensure they did not catch anywhere sensitive," he manages. "Gentle. I would be gentle."
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Date: 2024-06-02 01:28 am (UTC)(He has been trying less and less, the longer he has been here with her. Because truly now, he feels as if he has no need to remember, no desire to know where he came from Before, because all that matters is here now with her.)
But there is something in her words you'd be so good at tying me up with ropes that causes him to blush a bit. Perhaps his knowledge comes from overheard whispers within these walls at the House of Blue Lotuses, discussion down at the docks as sailors unloaded their ships? Where his knowledge comes from, he will not know. But his mind contemplates her words, and the image of her (not her dragon form, but of her here on this bed, bound before him) briefly flickers through his mind.
Even if the image of her is not one of her in any sort of distress, it is one that unsettles him slightly, causing him to stutter and pause before he speaks.
"I...I would be careful to ensure they did not catch anywhere sensitive," he manages. "Gentle. I would be gentle."