The text is still completely unreadable to his eyes, as the language is not one with he is at all familiar. But the images...are perfectly clear.
Skellig pulls in a deep breath and holds it an extra-long moment (she will likely even hear the way his lungs struggle to hold that breath, maybe even sense the way his heartrate shifts) before he exhales.
"That," he mutters, feeling a furious flush rise to his skin - it is nearly as if he has been caught out in the sun again, burnt and reddened. "That is why when you spoke of ropes, I...I was...unprepared."
Wordlessly, he works his throat as his eyes wander the illustration. What is there to say, to that kind of image?
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Date: 2024-06-02 02:45 am (UTC)Skellig pulls in a deep breath and holds it an extra-long moment (she will likely even hear the way his lungs struggle to hold that breath, maybe even sense the way his heartrate shifts) before he exhales.
"That," he mutters, feeling a furious flush rise to his skin - it is nearly as if he has been caught out in the sun again, burnt and reddened. "That is why when you spoke of ropes, I...I was...unprepared."
Wordlessly, he works his throat as his eyes wander the illustration. What is there to say, to that kind of image?