Dark eyes follow the movement of Flagg's limbs and linger to watch him settle. If only he himself could be so at ease. Centuries of transformation, and still a creature of habit. There's a particular spot on his right hand, across the metacarpals—he hasn't stopped rubbing it, fingertips to sinew, thumb pressing into his palm, slow.]
They might take something else away.
[It's funny because they have nothing. Ha ha. Hilarious.]
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[He understands.
Dark eyes follow the movement of Flagg's limbs and linger to watch him settle. If only he himself could be so at ease. Centuries of transformation, and still a creature of habit. There's a particular spot on his right hand, across the metacarpals—he hasn't stopped rubbing it, fingertips to sinew, thumb pressing into his palm, slow.]
They might take something else away.
[It's funny because they have nothing. Ha ha. Hilarious.]