[L's posture is often curled and tense. The dream has unwound him into something still slouched, but relaxed and at-ease, and there's even a slight upward tilt to his chin when he glances over his shoulder at the approaching Faun with a pale smile. He pulls his heels and crossed legs a little closer toward his body, perhaps making an effort to sit up a little straighter as Myr joins him on the cushy spread of moss.
He's the one to break the silence, in the end, prefaced with a gentle sigh.]
I don't usually dream. If I thought it could be pleasant in this way, I might wish otherwise.
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He's the one to break the silence, in the end, prefaced with a gentle sigh.]
I don't usually dream. If I thought it could be pleasant in this way, I might wish otherwise.